The Potters: Basically A Sitcom

Written by: Adventure-Seeking-Juliet

When: Thinking about how I'd love some reviews (:

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, as is obvious by the fact I am writing FAN fiction.

A/ N So, no reviews last chapter? That's depressing...but I'm writing some more, the plot is about to get ridiculous, just so you know, so don't miss out, please read and review. Also, I have an idea for a sequel, Hogwarts: Practically A Soap Opera. Yes or No? Please answer in a review :D

Chapter 5- The Epic Pranking Mistake

Then the fireworks went off.

We all froze, wide-eyed, as they exploded in the air in a rush of reds and golds. But as more fireworks were unleashed, the entire back end of the bus shot up in the air, knocking me, and several others back to the floor.

Which, by the way, was a perfect place to watch the fireworks. They had all meshed together to form a giant gryffin, then more exploded into a dragon, and the last set transformed into the words Weasley and Potter, One for All!

The adults were just as mezmerized with the bright lights, as we were, until the last words had vanished...then they were pissed.

Really, really, pissed.

Well, all except Uncle George, he was slumped down in a seat, laughing like a maniac. Behind him, James and Fred were conspiculously trying to dissapear beneath a bench seat.

My mother attacked first. And yes, by attackk, I mean, attack. " James Sirius Potter, what the bloody Helll was that? And don't you dare try to hide behind that seat, so help me, I will blast the damn seat from the bus!"

James instantly jumped out, pulling a snickering Fred behind him. Grandmum Weasley attacked second, with a ferocious," And you, Fredrick Gideon Weasley-" She paused mid-rant," Why am I telling you this? Your father should be the one taking care of it."

With that, Grandmum Molly sat down, and stared at Uncle George so intensely, I was sure she was trying to drill another whole in his head.

( At this time, my mum was already tearing into James so badly, I thought I saw a tear in his left eye.) Next to me, Alan Black, Teddy's best friend, was already placing bets.

" I say five sickles she bat-bogey hexes him. What do you got, Ted?" Alan landed his money a makeshift table, that I'm pretty had not been there before...

Teddy rolled his eyes," I think I'll stay out of this bet."

Next to him, Victoire snorted," I'm in, I say ten sickles she doesn't hex him."

Alan grinned," You're on! Anyone else wanna make a bet?"

Fred walked up behind the make-shift betting station then," Did I hear the word bet?"

Alan chuckled, " Indeed you did-" I was so entranced in the betting, I hadn't noticed it at first, and judging by everyone else's shocked expressions, neither had they.

The bus was...sinking?

Rose was the first one to scream. She ran over to where I had taken a seat, and slid in next to me," The bus...it's losing altitude!"

Scorpius, who had followed her to my seat, looked confused," But Rose, buses don't have attitudes."

Rose glared at him," I said altitude!"

I raised an eyebrow," Alti-what?"

" Merlin's Beard, you two are so stupid-" Rose had yet to finish her thought, when the bus started to...tilt. It let out a hollow groan, reminding me so fiercely of Uncle Ron's snores, I looked over, just to make sure he wasn't making the sound.

He wasn't.

The bus was continuing to tilt, and I could feel my face pressing into the leather seat in front of me, as all of us was thrown forward. Beside me, Rose was slinking down between the seats.

" What are you doing?" I hissed, as Scorpius followed her example.

" This is safer. The bus is about to free fall, get down!" With that, both Rose and Scorp pulled me down with them.

And the bus started to fall.

A/N This chapter was pretty short, but it will get better. Please review (: