A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or AVPM. Those belong to JK Rowling and Starkid. I also do not own a kitten. I want one, but Tiger is a kitten that was once at the animal shelter where I volunteer, but he has been adopted. He will still be in the story though. Anyway, the only thing I own is ME! So enjoy the next chapter.

Chapter Two:

"Seriously," said a voice from the backseat of the Volkswagen Beetle. "What is wrong with your car?"

With a groan, the American pulled over and turned in her seat to glare that the red headed man. "I've already explained it, George. While a German company built my car, it was built for Americans. In America, the steering wheel is on the left side, not on the right side, Hermione and I enchanted it before leaving the field so people outside of the car would think the wheel was on the right side. The last thing we need is more attention because we have an American car. Now shut up! I'm not used to driving on the left side of the road."

At this, Fleur spoke up in shock. "What? Zen way are you driving? Why can't Hermione drive? Zen we could have a proper British car."

Hermione sighed as Zie eased out onto the road again. It has been like this since they left the field. "I don't have my license, yet. I don't need to drive when I can Floo or Apparate."

Personally, Hermione felt this was an oversight on the American's part. She knew Hermione couldn't drive but she had never driven in England, she has never even been outside of America. That was something Hermione should have thought of before Zie transfigured the rock into a replica of her VW Beetle she had at home.

According to the other Muggleborn, British cars look harder to drive than American cars. So the group was now stuck with an American car and a driver uncomfortable behind the wheel. Thankfully, they only had to drive two blocks before 'breaking-down.' But those in the backseat seemed unwilling to make it a quiet journey.

"We are only two blocks away from ze Dursleys. Why do we have to drive?"

Zie answered, slightly exasperated. "Fleur, we can't just walk up to their door and invite ourselves in. We can tell them that our car broke down. Once we get in, we can get rid of the car, cuz the Dursleys will be stuck with us."

The French witch sighed, as if sitting in a car for another twenty seconds would kill her (and to be honest, with Zie driving, it just might.) Thankfully, they pulled up in front of Number 4 Privet Drive and Hermione tapped the dashboard with her wand. Instantly, the engine died and white smoke drifted out from under the hood. Grinning, the young adults all got out of the car, struggling to look miserable and helpless.

The past two years have not been kind to the Dursleys. With the wizarding war over, the three moved back into their now "Potter-Free" home. Petunia struggled to bring her garden back to perfection, Vernon went back to work, claiming that he went away to learn new management techniques. Dudley returned to school, unsure of how to tell his father that he didn't give a damn about drills and wished to go pro with his boxing.

Everything started off fine, the family went back to their normal (boring) lives. Until those damn books came out. Books that not only gave their address but also detailed the boy's first ten years of live under their roof.

Thankfully for the Dursleys, the few neighbors who read the books were satisfied with Vernon's story about how Harry took to drugs just after the move. Vernon claimed that the drugs must have affected the boy's mind and, for reasons unknown, he published his hallucinations which seemed to sell very well.

On the afternoon of November 29, 2000, Vernon and Petunia were having tea in the sitting room while Dudley was preparing to go to the gym. Coming downstairs with his gym bag, Dudley glanced out the window and saw the most beautiful woman standing beside a VW Beetle. The woman had long blonde hair and was dressed in jeans and an old fashioned men's button-down shirt. The blonde man's eyes were drawn by a flash of orange and noted two red-heads and two brunettes also standing beside the car. Turning his attention back to the gorgeous blonde, Dudley noticed for the first time that she was pregnant.

With a sigh, Dudley turned from the window and entered the sitting room. "Hey, dad. There are some people about my age out front. It looks like they are having car trouble."

Vernon's head snapped up. Their year amongst wizards only heightened his hatred for "that lot." Teens with car trouble seemed rather suspicious to him. "What do they look like, Dudders?"

Dudley raised an eyebrow, but replied. "Two brunettes, two red-heads, a man and a woman, and this hot pregnant blonde. The car is a VW Beetle."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Petunia ran to get it, just as alarmed as her husband. Sure enough, she opened the door to find a young blonde, one hand over her stomach, the other on the small of her back and a look of distress on her face. "Excuse me? May I pleeze use your restroom?"

"YOU WANT US TO DO WHAT?" Vernon shouted, as expected.

Zie smiled patiently. "We would like to show you all three musicals about Harry."

Vernon opened and closed his mouth, like a huge, ugly purple fish. He seemed terrified since the five introduced themselves as witches and a wizard. Knowing they were fully trained, Vernon wasn't stupid enough to piss them off.

Dudley, on the other hand, didn't seem as concerned has his father. "Why? How did you get them anyway?"

Zie turned to address him, despite the fact that Dudley had been staring openly at Fleur. "First off, Fleur is married and expecting her second child. As for your questions, these musicals are hilarious and will sort of explain what happened in Harry's life. It would definitely be faster than reading all seven books. The musicals are on my laptop; I used a magical device to come back in time from the year 2013. Now can we just watch these musicals? The sooner we start, the sooner we leave."

Vernon seemed to be taking these recent developments into consideration. Finally, he spoke. "You lot better not be expecting to spend the night!"

Fleur rolled her eyes, resting her hands on her belly. "Of course not. We will be using 'Arry's room to Apparate and Disapparate. We will also let ze others know to do so as well."

Vernon began impersonating a flounder again while Petunia looked faint. "The others," she whimpered.

George sighed. "Can we just get started?"

With no other interruptions, Zie set up Tiger's supplies with him perched on her shoulder. Finally, she pulled out her laptop and enlarged it until the screen was the size of a king sized bed.

A/N: I guess you could say this was a filler chapter. Sorry about that. The next chapter should be up later tonight or tomorrow. Happy almost Thanksgiving to my American readers and happy Wednesday to everyone else.