RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 62

"No way. I'm not doing that, Tom."

"Yes you are."

"I'm not stealing Mr. Weasley's flying car! Jeez, do you know how much he loves it?"

"Then he won't have an issue making another one."

Emelia stared at him. His eyes met her and they locked gazes.

"You lack a heart, find another mode of transportation or I simply won't be going." she finally said.

"Britain will be in shambles unless we go now."

"How does a whole state crumble based off of a seventeen year old girl and boys location?"

He did a double take.

"Seventeen?"

"Yes, what?"

"When was your birthday?"

Emelia groaned.

"We aren't doing this now, Tom, I'm going to get the car."

She started walking away before he threw a tantrum. Emelia had to disguise herself under the windows, out of Mrs. Weasley's sight. Unfortunately, Ophelia was with Tom. There was a slight creaking noise when she opened his garage's door. Inside, there were multiple muggle gadgets. Emelia recognized them, of course, but she shuddered at the sight of his obsession.

'He's a sweet old man, you really shouldn't do this.'

'You should! Riddle asked you and he's the smartest, top in all of his classes when he went to Hogwarts.'

'That doesn't mean he's wise, he wound himself up in Azkaban.'

'For you...'

Her thoughts were bickering back and forth. Quickly, she spotted the keys to the car and gasped. She'd have to ignite the engine which would make a ruckus. With her quick thinking she muttered a spell.

"Muffliato!"

She didn't know if the spell worked or not, but it was too late for that. Emelia started the engine and it spurred to life.

"How do I bloody work this thing..."

Her foot pressed the accelerator, gently. Last time she'd driven a car was ages ago, but the basic mechanics were still there. Emelia managed to pull out of the garage. Tom ran towards her with Ophelia and quickly jumped in.

"Don't run with her, Tom!" she scolded.

Suddenly the door swung open. Mrs. Weasley was standing there in her floral dress, shocked.

"GO!" Tom ordered. Emelia pressed the gas pedal and up they went, into the air.

"PLEASE, EMELIA! YOU'RE JUST A CHILD! RECONSIDER YOUR ACTIO-"

They were already high up in the air and her voice had faded out.

"I'm in so much trouble, I'm in so much trouble. Oh god, what if she never wants to speak to me again?" her hands were trembling on the steering wheel.

"Calm down." he said.

"Easy for you to say!"

He gave her a deadly glare and looked in the back seat at Ophelia. She was resting, peacefully, in her car seat. Tom pulled the hood on it down and turned back forward.

"Mrs. Weasley knows me."

"B-but how, Tom? Oh jeez," the car bumped up and down a little before steadying down again.

"I dated Ginny Weasley."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock, I kind of already knew," Emelia retorted.

"After she broke up with me...I couldn't really control my anger."

"Meaning?"

"I may have lit their house on fire, but hid the evidence. Mrs. Weasley already knew it was me, not sure how, but I gave her the whole 'I'm an orphan' sorrow talk. It worked. She still knows me."

"You're kidding me...did you at least apologize to Ginny and pay reparations?"

"Of course," he scoffed, "I'm not a monster."

She laughed.

"Oh Tom, I find that very hard to believe. Also, where are we even going? I've been driving around aimlessly for five minutes."

"We can go anywhere you want us to, Emelia."

She sighed.

"Home."

"Let's be honest, Adams. You've never had a true home. Your folks house is probably abusive and shoddy. Hogwarts was a shit show, I don't need to elaborate on it. The flat with Fred was basically a sham."

"Do you ever know when to shut up?"

"What I'm trying to say is that we both have never found solace anywhere except each other."

Emelia thought for a minute. While it was harsh, he didn't lie. It brought her back to reality.

"Just give me a location, tosser," she said.

"I told you anywhere!" he protested.

"...America. New York."

He grinned.

"I knew you were the right one when I saw you, a dangerous girl."

Her eyes were watering, but Tom didn't care to notice. He was glad they were leaving Britain and his problems would be gone. He even seemed to have forgotten about the little pink crop top he'd been wearing.