Disclaimer:I own nothing that belongs to J.K. Rowling. I just own some of the scenarios I placed her characters in. Other scenarios belong to Miki.

Summary: Drabbles that relate to each other meant for humor. There are about three official OCs. Based on a dream I had after watching the first Twilight movie and our trip to San Francsico to see Wicked. Don't ask for more details.

Warnings: OoCness. Three added characters (revealed later on). Humor. Impossible situations/Improbable situations (take your pick). Mild language eventually.

Pairings: None, specifically. This is just for fun.

AAL: I found these notes while flipping through an used notebook. Enjoy.

Drabble Three: Carwash

Harry sat bored as the truck slowly went through the carwash. Voldemort had purposely went off road in the hopes of killing innocent bystanders. He somewhat succeeded. He managed to get a few squirrels and a whole bunch of swamp bugs.

Harry had to pay for the carwash. Fortunately he had the money otherwise Voldemort might have cast the Imperius curse on the poor muggles working at the carwash.

Ron was leaning forward trying to reach out and touch the soap. "It's so colorful. Come on Harry, roll the window down. Please!"

Harry shoved Ron back into his own seat. "For the last time, no. It's not a good idea and I am not explaining why. You'll have to ask Mione when we get out of this mess."

"Potter, shut up. Your voice is grating on my nerves." Voldemort casually stated as he flipped through a tabloid he had found rolling about his feet. "I don't know which of the two of you I want to kill first. Weasley or you." Was an afterthought.

Ron leaned into Harry. "Harry." His voice was high-pitched and panicked.

"He's joking. He can't do anything currently. Why don't you relax and enjoy the experience? You can tell your dad all about it when we get back." There was something Harry was forgetting, but he just couldn't place his finger on it. What was it? It was important wasn't it?

The truck rolled out of the carwash and Voldemort was once again speeding off, out of the parking lot and onto the highway. In the back of the truck was less than an inch of water and a drenched Draco Malfoy glaring at the bright blue sky.

::The End?::