A/N: First off, I want to dedicate this story and all my stories from here on out to allhugs13, for being the best friend I've always had. With out your wonderful advice and support, most of my stories could not be possible. And thank you for your marvelous reviews. Luv ya, girl!!

". . . You do know that in Muggle societies, this is illegal, right?"

"How else were we supposed to get a car?"

"Uh, I don't know. I thought you may have already had one."

". . . Alurea, why on earth would one need a car if they could fly or just pop to where they need to be?"

". . . Blaise, usually when one suggests that one should drive a car, it usually means that that one has a car."

Blaise and I sat at in outdoor café in the early hours of the morning, staring at this really nice silver car across the street from us. I certainly felt sorry for the person who was going to come back out and find that car missing.

Blaise used his wand to transfigure a fork into key. "Hopefully it fits."

"Wow, you got really good."

"I had a really good teacher. . . . Let's get this over with."

He handed me the key as we ran stealthily across the street. It fit like a glove, slipping into the keyhole of the door and then into the keyhole of the ignition.

"So are you going to tell me where we are heading?" I asked once we were down the street and away from the café.

"You probably know of it," he said. "You have friends there, I believe."

I thought about my friends. Hermione, Harry, and Ron came to see me every so often when we left Hogwarts but when they sent letters, they were always very cryptic and told me I couldn't send letters back. They just wanted me to let me know everything was okay and they were working things out in a way.

"You've been in contact with Hermione, Harry, and Ron?" I asked.

"Well, Harry, mostly. He told me anytime I needed to, I could just come stay there, but I was never able to stay in one place for a long time and there was no way in hell I'd lead the Death Eaters to their hideout."

"But you know how to get there?"

"I do."

And that was the end of it. He pointed directions but he never actually said where we were going.

An hour and a half later, I was tired. My eyes were sore from the lack of sleep, my left leg had fallen asleep, and my arse wasn't doing much better since the seat cushion wasn't very comfortable. When I told Blaise all this, he laughed and said, "I'm glad to see that you're taking this all so well."

"Are you sure you can't drive?"

"Do you want to end up in a ditch?"

". . . Not particularly, no."

"There's your answer then."

I saw something out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked in the rearview mirror and the side mirror, I didn't see a thing. It happened again and this time I spared a quick glance over my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Blaise asked.

"I thought I saw something, but I must just be tired."

Blaise turned in his seat to look out the back window. He cursed silently and turned back around.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"Nothing."

"What's wrong?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Blaise Zabini, if you don't tell me what's going on this instant, I'll –"

"We're being followed."

I glanced up into the rearview mirror and sure enough I saw two Death Eaters on broomstick. "How did they find us?" I said.

"No clue."

I pressed on the accelerator, going from seventy to eighty-five. I glanced to my left and saw Blaise clutching onto the sides of his seats. "Is this your first time in a car?" I asked.

"How could you tell?"

Something, a spell probably, hit the roof of the car, denting it. The car swerved slightly, surprising both of us. In my peripheral vision, I saw a red light coming towards my side of the car. Twisting the wheel slightly, I slid to the left, the beam of light just narrowly missing us.

"Look up ahead," Blaise said.

I saw a path just a head of us, veering to the left. "Are you sure?"

"It'll get us closer to the city where your friends are staying. Just do it."

By now, I was going close to a hundred miles per hour. A turn at this speed could probably cause a serious accident. I quickly slammed on the brakes and skid into the turn. In the rearview mirror I saw the two Death Eaters shot in the same direction that we had been going in the first place. But the car obviously didn't like speeding into a new direction. The car spun at least four times before crashing onto its side, the side I was on by the way, and sliding a couple more feet.

"Rea?" Blaise said, quietly.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"I think so. You?"

"I'm fine. Give me a minute and I'll get us out of her."

I didn't really like this whole laying on my side thing that I had going on. I'm glad I still had on my seat belt because when the car crashed to its side, the window broke (a stupid piece of glass already cut my cheek) and I wouldn't been crushed against the asphalt.

"Rea?"

I looked up to see Blaise holding his hand out to me through his now open door. Carefully unbuckling my seatbelt, I reached up and grabbed his hand. Slowly, he pulled me up until we were both sitting on the side of the car.

Grabbing my hand we ran off again, hoping we could get away before the Death Eaters came back to our now broken car.