Chapter 8- The Bus Ride from Hell
Stan was clearly having trouble carrying Harry's heavy suitcase up the bus, he was taking a while. That or he was purposely taking as long as possible. Either way it gave Orval time to talk to Harry.
"Harry, why is everyone keeps staring at your scar?" Orval asked somewhat timidly.
Harry sat up and stared at Orval, not out of anger or in the same awed way of those in the decks below, but rather in a confused way.
"You don't know?" he asked. Orval shook his head, Harry seemed to be mulling over his response, eventually he said "it was where Voldemort cast the killing curse after killing my mum and dad". Orval drew a deep breath, he wanted to tell Harry about Black, how he betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort, how he killed all those innocent muggles and now wanted to finish the job but something held him back. He was too cowardly, too afraid about how Harry might react and how he would then treat his friends who had concealed this vital information that he so rightly deserved to know. Even in death fear crippled him.
"BANG" the bus started moving at unnatural acceleration, the speed threw Harry of his bed whilst the chair Orval was sitting in went flying, dropping Orval out of it. Orval climbed of the floor and grabbed something. That thing turned out to be Harry's leg as he flew into Orval and sent them into a window. Orval then had spikes grow out of his fingertips and buried them into a wall, and used it for supports dragging Harry's arm up with him. With the two of them on two feet started to grow spikes out his toes, through his shoes and into the floor and into the floor. As he battled his way to the door he yelled "WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT THIS WAS SAFE?". Almost immediately the bus cam to a screeching halt and whilst Orval was supported by his spikes, Harry didn't have that luxury and was flung into the bed which, along with the rest of the furniture shuffled into position.
As Orval helped Harry up a small knock on the door "Mr Potter we've arrived at the Leaky Cauldron let me get your cage" said Stan from outside the door. Still fuming about the suicidal nature of the journey, but accepting of the futility of trying to make Stan make sense they climbed down the stairs and gathered the Harry's suitcase (Stan had given up trying to lift the staircase up three flights of stairs and left it in the suitcase rack) and dismounted of the bus. Remarkably with no accidents, bangs or flying furniture.
After one final "BANG" the suicide bus went bursting of without paying any mind to trivial issues such as people.
"ah Harry thank goodness your all right" came a voice behind him. Orval swung around and saw the wizard prime minister, Fudge. He seemed to not have noticed him and was treating Harry like an old friend. "You must be hungry Harry, come on I'll get Tom to get you something, and prepare a room" leading a somewhat confused Harry inside. Orval followed resenting the lack of help as Orval took his first steps into Diagon Alley.