Adored - Fred Weasley

Chapter Thirty One

Tentatively, you stepped into the car and slid into the driver's seat.

Fred made his way to the other side of the car and took his seat on the passenger side.

"Okay," he started, "obviously this is no muggle car but it works pretty similarly. Gas is to go and break is to stop. Easy. You ready for this?"

"Nope," you said, placing your hands on the wheel and hovering your foot above the gas.

Fred then fiddled with knobs on the car radio. Suddenly high-energy music began to pour out of the radio and fill the car.

"Whenever you're ready, " he said, pulling a lever that caused the car to come to life, the engine whirring.

Gently, you began to lower your foot onto the gas pedal but as soon as contact was made with it, the car shot forward and off the ground.

"How do I stop!" you yelled over as the car flew higher and higher into the air, not losing speed.

"Take your foot off the gas!" Fred shouted back, laughing at the sight of you panicked. 

His arm hung out of the Anglia's left window and his head bopped along to the beat of the song.

"Fred I did!" you yelled to him once more, your knuckles beginning to ache from gripping the wheel so tightly.

"Okay, okay hold on," he chuckled, flicking switches and pulling the same lever that he had before, but this time in a different direction. 

Immediately after his actions, the car started to slow down. Soon enough, you were driving the flying automobile at a comfortable speed.

"Atta girl!" Fred said excitedly, sliding his hand onto your thigh, "now just stay at this speed okay?"

You nodded. In your mirrors, you could see the Burrow getting smaller and smaller behind you.

"Where am I taking us?" you said after a few minutes, having no idea where or what the car was driving towards.

"How about you fly us down over there?" Fred replied, pointing to what looked like a clearing in a small patch of forest and even a little lake that looked completely untouched by the snow from the night before.

"There's no snow?" you looked at Fred, surprised, "Why?"

"No idea," he shrugged, "but it looks like a safe place for you to stop the car at,"

"How do I get us down there?" you said, "Landing this thing seems impossible,"

Without answering you Fred messed with the car's lever, pushing it all the way forward.

"Here we go!" he shouted out.

With the music still blaring, the front of the Ford Anglia began to slightly point downwards.

You turned the wheel, trying to aim for the spot that Fred had suggested.

"That's it!" Fred exclaimed over the volume of the music, "keep her steady!"

You heeded Fred's advice and used the brake to keep the car from shooting into the ground.

"Fred how do I park this?" you said nervously, the car now nearing the ground.

"I got it I got it," he said casually, flicking one of the switches, making the car become parallel with the ground once more.

"Now just go slow," he said, "we don't want a rough landing,"

As the car's wheels grazed the grass, you pushed down on the brake even more.

Finally, the car was on the ground once again and soon gently rolled to a complete stop.