Harry enjoyed every last second he had at the Burrow before it was time to go to Hogwarts again. This family really rocks, Harry thought. When the morning came that it was time to leave, all the Weasley's packed into the enchanted Learjet 25 to fly to King's Cross Station and Harry didn't want to tell them that they would probably get shot down by the British Airforce. Honestly he just wanted to see how this was going to play out.

Well he would have to wait a while, because every single Weasley child forgot one essential school supply and only remembered after they picked up the last and flew away. Harry counted 38 takeoffs before they finally made it to the station without turning around. He actually tried to talk with Ginny in the crowded jet to ask what she was writing in the old looking book she had, but she just turned red and hissed at him. Weird but not unexpected.

By the time they got to King's Cross they were running late, and Harry and Ron watched as the unending line of Weasleys piled through platform 9 ¾ . When it was their turn to go through the barrier, they were already in a rush, so they ran forward. Right as Ron was almost through the barrier, he crashed straight into the brick wall with a solid hit and was flung right into the train tracks. Harry, in an effort to avoid the crash, swerved his cart right into a group of muggles. Hedge broke free and started swooping aggressively at the muggles. It was an absolute disaster.

After another group of muggles narrowly saved Ron from being hit by an incoming train and Harry got Hedge under control they attempted crossing through the barrier again. Still solid brick.

"Blimey Harry, what the-" Ron named off every swear he could think of in a panic, "-do you think is happening?"

"Maybe we were too late and it sealed itself? What are we going to do? I could send a letter to Dumbledore with Hedge so that he-"

"The Learjet 25!" Ron cut him off and ran past the crowd of angry muggles that were covering their children's ears.

"Good thinking, Ron!" Harry chased after him. His best mate was so smart!

"Bet Hermione wouldn't have thought of this one!" he said quite proudly. He wasn't wrong.

They gathered all of their school things and scrambled to the jet. Once they settled all of their things in, Harry and Ron sat themselves in the cockpit of the Learjet 25. Harry looked over nervously at Ron, who was flipping some random switches on the control dash confidently.
"Ron…do you know how to fly one of these things?" Harry asked, clutching Hedge to his chest.

Ron just gave a thumbs up before they were blasted into the sky at a dizzying speed, looping around and diving at random intervals. They were going so fast Harry couldn't even hear himself screaming. He knew that not even his heavenly plot armor could save him from a jet crash. Or maybe it could?

Before Harry could find out the extent of his plot armor, the Learjet 25 had slowed into a steady pace. Ron was wearing aviator sunglasses like a real pilot, it was kind of amazing. Harry looked out the window of the jet and saw that they were following the Hogwarts Express from above the clouds! Ron's plan was perfect! Surely there was nothing that could go wrong!

Harry and Ron chatted for a while about quidditch and their upcoming classes, that turned into FIVE HOURS somehow?! How slow was the Hogwarts Express? It felt faster to Harry when he was riding on it, I guess time flies when you're having fun. Finally, they saw the lights of the castle approaching through the darkness! That's not the only light they saw, though…

"Er, Ron? What do these flashing red lights mean?" Harry asked while pointing at the entire control board that was now glowing evilly.

Ron turned towards Harry with the ugliest, most dramatic, iconic face he had ever seen a human make. That can't be good. As if on cue, the Learjet25 immediately went into a nosedive.

"MAYDAY MAYDAY!" Harry screamed.
"HARRY I DON'T THINK THAT SPELL IS WORKING?!"

"RON, DO SOMETHING!" Harry cried, looking over to his friend, who was only screaming and crying. Well, he had his plot armor at least…

They crashed into something hard, and there was a terrible creaking that surrounded the jet as they slowly rocked in place. Harry looked out of the window of the Learjet 25 to see branches clutching the sides of the jet.

"I think we are in the whomping willow…"

"The wha-" Harry was interrupted by a smash and a screech of metal. They had to get out of their deathtrap of a jet fast.

Ron slammed his wand against the control panel of the jet which shattered his wand to a million woodchips. Well, that wasn't good…But Harry wasn't going to shatter his wand, thanks. He quickly slammed his hand down on the big round and red button of the jet, catapulting them into the air and onto the grass of hogwarts. Harry was sure that all of his bones were broken.

Hedge flew around angrily after the crash and Harry just rolled his eyes. Um, can't you see we all are suffering here Hedge? He looked around to make sure Ron was okay and saw him pointing aggressively back at the tree.

"Ron, what are you-"

"Harry, look!" Harry looked back in time to see the Learjet 25 engaged in a full assault against the Whomping Willow. It was zooming around dodging strikes from the massive logs. Homing missiles fired from beneath the wings and connected with a massive explosion that sent tree bark shrapnel everywhere.

"WOOO! Team Jet! Team Jet!" Ron was cheering. Harry chanted along with him, though he knew the Team Willow crowd wasn't out of the running yet.

A few more missiles shot for the tree but this time they missed, leaving the Learjet 25 exposed for a counter attack. The Whomping Willow didn't miss its opportunity and uppercut the enchanted private jet, making it lurch upwards with the sound of violent grinding metal.

"NO!" Ron and Harry screeched as the Willow wound up a branch for its finishing move and with a sickening crash it punched the jet with so much force that it went careening straight into the forbidden forest. A fiery explosion shook the trees from deep in the forest where it landed.

"Team Jet! No! Come back! We need you!" Ron cried and pounded his fists on the ground.

"There's nothing we can do now, Ron. Come on, we need to get what we can and sneak into the castle. Hopefully they didn't notice what just happened!" Oh, Harry. No.

They stumbled into the castle, Ron supporting Harry who probably had a broken leg. They hadn't yet come down from the adrenaline rush of the fight, disoriented from everything that had happened. Harry would say that them being alive was a miracle, if he didn't know about his plot armor.

The large doors of the Great Hall slammed open, meeting their slightly burnt forms with several stares. Harry glanced over to the Gryffindor table to see Hermione shaking her head, and Fred and George giving a cheeky thumbs up, the flames of the Whomping Willow still raging behind them. Well, there goes the sneaking in plan…

Before they could take their seats, they sensed a greasy presence appear behind them and then Snape snatched them up by the scruff of their tattered robes, their 12 year old bodies powerless to stop him from taking them to Dumbledore's office.