The Potters: Basically A Sitcom
Written by: Adventure-Seeking-Juliet
When: Listening to music, it's good stuff.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that includes the characters, the books, or anything that's recognizable.
A/N Much thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! Every review is appreciated, without them I'd probably not be able to write this story...anyway this chapter begins the absurdity of the Weasley Family Trip, which as I'm sure you can tell from the reactions of the Potter kids, are...a bit on the crazy side. Please continue to leave nice reviews. :)
Chapter 2- The Weasley Family's UN epic Flying Bus
I stood, my arms crossed defiantly, my hand itching to grab my wand and hex the fiend in front of me to oblivion...
How could I not? That..that monsterwas my sworn enemy...my ultimate nemesis. It was the Lord Voldy the Moldy to my inner Harry.
It was the infamous (and rather smelly) Weasley Family Bus, of the flying variety, of course.
The bus was about as conspicuous as James and Fred on April Fool's Day...and even more dangerous. Sure, it looked pretty harmless, sitting there with it's yellow/orange paint flaking off...but ohh it's not, trust me.
You see, my sworn enemy has a very interesting back ground. My grandfather has a..er...slightobsession with all things muggle (by slight I mean that it's not quite considered a mental condition...yet.)
Several years before I was born, grandad Weasley went on an extended visit to the United States. And one day while driving through Idaho..or Indiana...or something that started with an I, he spotted the wretched thing that would soon become the bane of my( and the rest of his grand children's) very existence.
The Weasley Family's Flying Bus.
Apparently, the muggle's had used it as a school bus.
I don't think I've ever felt more sorry for those muggle kids, imagine having to ride the entire way to Hogwarts in that?
Anyway, so grandad Weasley brought that thing home to the Burrow, and after some trial and errors, finally managed to enchant it, officially making it the Weasley Family's Flying Bus. I can never forgive him for that...
...okay well I can, but you get the point.
"Albus? Why is your wand out?" I nearly jumped at the sound of my cousin, Rose's voice.
"I..uh..."
She raised one eyebrow, thus giving me the look. You know, the albus-I-know-what-you-were-thinking-you-idiotic-git look.
Or maybe it was the...albus-you're-nearly-as-bad-as-scorpius-so-stop-before-I-jinx-you look...
Either way you do not want to be on the receiving end of it.
" I was actually considering destroying this old thing and getting it done with," I muttered, pocketing my wand, albeit reluctantly.
There were two nearly identical laughs behind me," That sound's more our style than yours, Ally boy," Fred cut in, still chuckling.
"Honestly, Al, you should leave that to us professionals." James added.
There was a grunt and then a deeper voice said," What exactly are you planning, professionals?" I craned my neck around to see who'd spoken...
And it was Uncle George.
I should have known.
Fred faked innocence," I have no idea what you're talking about dad.."
George tried to give Fred a reprimanding look, but his huge grin kept getting in the way (as my gran says, George enjoys James and Fred's antics a bit too much.)
" There's no fooling me, boys, I invented that 'innocent' look."
Fred and James grinned, nearly identically," So that explains why it never works..."
"...and why grandmum always looks at us funny when we use it.."
George chuckled," Look, whatever you do, just don't say you used one of my products, and your mothers won't hear a word from me."
Fred and James's grins grew wider (who knew that was even humanly possible..)
" We will."
George smiled happily at their chorused words, even going so far as to ruffle their hair before walking back inside the Burrow.
I shook my head, Uncle George must be the only one who didn't find it kind of creepy when Fred and James finish each others sentences..or say the same thing. At the same time.
I turned back to Rose, hoping to ask her if she'd invited Scorp along...usually I have to, but seeing as I had a..hectic morning, I'd forgotten.
However, before I could ask Rose anything of consequence, she was yelling in my ear," Al! Get down!"
"Wha-" That was all I managed to get out before a flying suitcase whacked me in the stomach, sending me sprawling to the ground.
I groaned, and sat up, but the only thing I saw were two oddly familiar blobs standing next to me.
At first I wondered whether the flying suitcase had impaired my vision somehow, but my theory was proved wrong when one fuzzy blob handed me my glasses.
" Wotcher Al, the suitcases seem to have a mind of their own."
I shook my head, and scrambled to my feet," I'm fine, Teddy."
Teddy smiled at me, " Glad to hear it then." With a wave of his hand, the suitcases loaded themselves in the storage compartment underneath the bus.
"Who put you on luggage duty anyway, Teddy?" Rose finally spoke up from beside me.
" No one," Victoire answered, coming up behind Teddy," Teddy here was hoping my dad would see it, so he could prove he was worthy of me."
Teddy rolled his eyes at her joke," Of course..." Vic smiled sweetly, and stood on her tip toes to give Teddy a kiss...
Gross.
The two were interrupted by the sound of arguing...thank Merlin!
I leaned over to Rose," I bet you five sickles that it's Molly and Luci."
Rose rolled her eyes," I'm not stupid enough to take that bet. Of course it's Molly and Luci."
And...drum roll please..
It was Molly and Luci! You see, the two are known for their arguing. Molly, being a Gryffindor, and Luci, being a Slytherin never see eye to eye.
It took over two hours for all of our family to arrive, not to mention the countless family friend's to get there as well.
In fact, by the time the last person, Scorpius ( he said his father made him late to purposely piss Uncle Ron off) finally arrived, we still had one more thing to do before leaving.
The Seating Arrangements of Death.
Just kidding!
Or am I?
A/N Not too good, is it? Anyway leave a review. :)