The Potters: Basically A Sitcom

Written by: Adventure-Seeking-Juliet

When: Listening to music.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'd swear it on the grave of my mother, but she's not dead.(:

A/N Hi, guys! So, it's been a while...a really long while and I have many excuses for not writing on this particular fic, but I know you don't really care, in fact, I'll be lucky if you're still interested in reading it at all. So please, try to read it, please? It would mean a lot to me. I have no idea how funny this chapter will be, I haven't written comedy in months.

Chapter 4- The Epic Bus Roll

I clicked my red converse covered heels together,"I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home." Unfortunately, that approach didn't seem to be working.

Although it did annoy Luci enough to make her "accidentally" elbow me in the stomach. But, perhaps, this seat wasn't as hopeless as I had thought..I was still alive...for now.

Of course, I was probably only still alive because Luci and Molly were giving each other the silent treatment. They had been for the past thirty minuites...which meant I didn't have much time before they were to blow up again. Why me?

I glanced around, trying to figure out who could get to me quicker should I be incapacitated...Scorpius was five benches away...so I doubt he would come help me...

Not that he would anyway, he'd probably just stand there laughing his ass off, instead. What a great friend, right?

And there was always Rose...wherever she was...wait where was she?

As if she had read my mind ( and if I knew anyone who could figure that out, it would be her) Rose hissed in my ear," I got you covered if they start something-"

I jumped about a mile in the air, causing both Molly and Luci to shoot me hateful looks, and my dad to shout out," Sit down, Al! It's not safe to stand up on a flying bus-"

Seriously, dad? It's not safe to stand on a flying bus? Is this or is this not coming from the man who fights dark wizards for a living?

Of course, as my luck is, right at that moment a huge commercial airplane shot up in front of us. Grandad Weasley went into immediate action, I barely had time to think Oh shit... before he had slammed on the brakes, causing the entire bus to enter a roll.

In midair.

A flying, flipping, rolling school bus...a Weasley owned school bus. We were all doomed.

I, being the moronic idiot I am, went flying up in the air on the first roll, then flipped over the top of my seat, into the next one over, so that I landed on top of my cousin Louis, and my head in a friend of Lily's lap. Luci had also been thrown from her seat, and was lying on the floor, seething.

Molly was holding her nose, which was gushing blood, and screaming in a very nasal voice," Al, you git! You kicked me in the nose! I'm going to-"

I never heard what she was going to do because barely a second had passed before the bus entered another gravity-defying roll.

This time, it was slow, and I was thrown into the ceiling of the bus with a thud. And by the sound of it, so was everyone else. Except Grandad Weasely...he was holding tight to the steering wheel, as though his life depended on it.

Finally, very slowly, the bus righted itself, sending all of its occupants back down to the floor of the bus in heavy heaps.

I fell on my back, crushing my glasses beneath me, and for a few seconds I felt almost good...you know, besides the aching pain in my back. Maybe I'd broken it...maybe I'd never walk again!

Can someone fly a broom with a paralyzed spine?

But all of those thoughts left my head when something ridiculously heavy landed on me. I automatically spazzed, thinking it was Molly trying to tackle me for breaking her nose...

But when I looked up, someone else was on top of me. The girl, Lily's friend, Rory. She smiled down at me, shyly," Sorry Albus..."

I just stared at her. I'd never talked to her before, despite the fact she was in my house...but I couldn't help but think that she was really pretty, even without my glasses it was obvious.

She had red hair, but not Weasley red...more like a deep, nearly brown red...and freckles. Lots of freckles. And light blue eyes...that were staring at me in confusion..

" Is something wrong, Al? You're gaping-" I shook my head, vigorously.

" Uh no-I-sorry, I just I can't see, I l-lost my glasses," I spluttered. What was wrong me? I sounded like Professer Longbottom after a bad fall...

" Oh! Of course." Rory climbed off of me ( quite unfortunately, I might add..) She helped me to my feet, then picked up the crumbled remnants of my glasses.

" Do you want me to fix these for you?" It was a perfectly innocent question, but all I could do was choke and nod excitedly.

Rory laughed," Alright...Occulus Reparo." A quick light shot from her wand, and the glasses were repaired. I took them back with shaking fingers," You're perfect!"

Rory gave me a slightly creeped out look...

"I mean they're perfect, thank you!"

Rory smiled then," You're welcome...sorry but landing on you and all-"

She walked back to where Lily was standing then, leaving me staring after her...

Then the fireworks went off.

A/N So...not quite as funny...but I've had a rough couple months, funny doesn't come easily anymore. Please review, (: