Damnit, Weasley!

Chapter Twenty Seven: Divorce Over a Car? Likely.

We were finally done de-gnoming the garden, and my entire body felt like death.

I watched them slowly walk away, and I giggled a bit at how depressed they were.

"They'll be back." Rob said plainly. "They love it here.... Dad's too soft with them; he thinks they're funny...."

I jumped when the slight silence was interrupted by a door slamming. "He's back! Dad's home!" George said, and everyone started running towards the house. I stomped behind slowly. "Unfortunately." I mumbled to myself.

When I finally got through the door after everyone, I spotted him half asleep at the kitchen table, complaining about work to everyone. Typical.

"Find anything, Dad?" Asked Fred, referring to my father's boring job of investigating Muggle rubbish.

"All I got were a few shrinking door keys and a biting kettle. There was some pretty nasty stuff that wasn't my department, though. Mortlake was taken away for questioning about some extremely odd ferrets-"

Aw, ferrets. Ferrets are cute. Except for their teeth, I ain't gonna mess with that. Of course Dad's boring job didn't get to handle them, though. I'd really want a pet ferret, but-

"LIKE CARS, FOR INSTANCE?"

MERLIN'S BEARD WHAT THE HELL IS MUM YELLING ABOUT?! Oh yea, enchanted Muggle stuff she doesn't approve of.

She held up a long poker, imitating a sword. I gulped.

"C-cars, Molly, dear?" Dad stuttered.

"Yes, Arthur, cars. Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife all he wanted to do with it was take it apart to see how it worked, while really he was enchanting it to make it fly."

You'd think they'd be embarrassed to argue like this in front of Potter, but no. This family can easily be compared to a bunch of monkeys.

"Well, dear, I think you'll find that he would be quite within the law to do that, even if-er-he maybe would have done better to, um, tell his wife the truth.... There's a loophole in the law, you'll find.... As long as he wasn't intending to fly the car, the fact that the car could fly wouldn't-" Dad stuttered out.

"Arthur Weasley, you made sure there was a loophole when you wrote that law! Just so you could carry on tinkering with all that Muggle rubbish in your shed! And for your information, Harry arrived this morning in the car you weren't intending to fly!"

"Harry? Harry who?"

Idiot.

He looked around the room, spotted Potter, and jumped. "Good lord, is it Harry Potter? Very pleased to meet you, Ron's told us so much about-"

"Your sons flew that car to Harry's house and back last night! What have you got to say about that, eh?" Mum shouted, and for once I was glad she opened her mouth. One more word about Potter and I would've started banging my head against the table furiously.

"Did you really? Did it go all right?" Dad foolishly said, and I swore I saw sparks erupt from Mum's face. "I-I mean-that-that was very wrong, boys-very wrong indeed...."

"Let's leave them to it. Come on, I'll show you to my bedroom." I heard Ron mutter to Potter. After they slipped away, I went up to my bedroom, too. I had to write about all this to Draco and Pansy. I can't mention the flying car, though, or my dad'll probably get fired. He's our only source of income, so I should keep my mouth shut.

Once I was safely in my bedroom, I grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill from my desk drawer and started writing in an untidy manner. Merlin, I'd do anything for nicer handwriting.

Dear Draco,

You won't believe the torture I've had to endure today.

Potter came over because my stupid siblings wanted him away from his relatives. Now he's here for the rest of summer, which is thankfully almost over. Still, I want him gone.

How have things been over at your house-or should I say-manor? Sorry about this letter being so short, it's just a tiny update of the curse that is my life. Write back soon!

-Alex

I smiled a bit, and for some reason contemplated putting a heart at the end. I shook my head furiously and put the letter in an envelope. I wrote another letter with basically the same information, but addressed it to Pansy.

Now where's that ruddy owl?