The Dark Mark (The Girl Who Lived part II)

The Weasley's Without Their Wands

We packed our things into the car, which would not be flying today. The car would be driven as every other muggle vehicle would be used. With no special flying ability. I sat in the very back of the car with all the luggage along with Ginny. Mr. Weasley objected to using any other sort of magical transportation such as our brooms of floo powder that would get us there faster. "It's all part of the process". He had claimed. "Why is it that we're the ones back here?" Ginny asked me. She would've preferred sitting in one of the actual seats of the car. I on the other hand, didn't mind. The road wasn't too bumpy, and if used correctly, the luggage could be arranged to a makeshift bed. "Because Mr. Weasley is the only one who can drive correctly. Ron would eat all of our supplies. Hermoine and Harry are guests and its rude to make guests sit in the trunk. And if the twins were back here, they'd go through everyone's luggage". I said. "We're rather hurt by that". The twins said, turning their heads back to face me. "It's true, isn't it?" At this point, I may as well have had been their triplet. I understood not only every action, but every word and thought as well. "It is". They said, hanging their heads in shame.

In shot gun, sat Hermoine who was already learning next year's cirriculum. In the back seat, sat Fred and George who shared a seat, Harry, and Ron. While Ginny and I sat in the back. Every so often, Mr. Weasley would swerve and all the luggage would transfer from one side to another, crushing us in the process. Although this was annoying to be smooshed on both sides, but it wasn't nearly as annoying as the complaining coming from the back seat. Even though we weren't muggles, we seemed to act like them. "Are we there yet?" Ron complained. He was running low on food, meaning that we would soon be hearing more than his complaints. "Not yet". Mr. Weasley said excitedly. He loved every minute of this. "I need to go to the bathroom". I twins stated. They weren't asking because they knew that we would stop regardless of how they had phrased this. If we didn't stop, we all knew what the outcome of that would be. We rathered that not happend.

"Why didn't you go before we left? Can't you hold it?" Mr. Weasley asked, occasionally glancing into the rearview mirrors. "But we didn't have to go then" Said the twins, who bounced up and down in their seats. Sighing that our arrival time would be altered, Mr. Weasley exited the highway to find a stop where the twins could use the facilities to satisy their urge instead of using the car. Ginny and I took this opportunity to stretch. When the twins returned, we piled back into the blue car.

Only minutes into the ride, was there another issue in the back seat. Ron reached into his  sack of food that I prepared for him the day prior. It was supposed to have had lasted him the entire trip there. Yet, we weren't even halfway to our destination and Ron had reached the bottom of the sack. As he rummaged through the sack, he must've elbowed one of the twins. There wasn't very much room in the back seat. There was no space in between Harry, Ron, Fred and George. "That hurt". Said Fred. Fred must've  retaliated by elbowing Ron back. They continued to exchange hits, punches,   thwacks, and elbows until it turned ino a full on cat fight. The sad part about this was that this seemed to be the extent of their fighting abilities. Even Ginny and I had better fighting abilities than them and we weren't big nor tall so we didn't have any leverage whatsoever. The twins had their height, and Ron had his weight. 

Eventually the fighting led to hair pulling, which neither of them had a lot of. "Go for the hair". George cheered on his twin. Ginny and I looked at each other, having the same exact idea. At the same time, we slapped Ron, George, and Fred upside the head. "What was that for?" The three asked, as if they had done nothing wrong. Soon, Ginny and I found ourselves in an argument with the three of them. Ginny argued with Ron while I argued with the twins. Harry seemed rather amused at the sight.  Hermoine, who had seemed isolated from the group, joined in on the feud between us. A short while after, Mr. Weasley turned his head to face us, taking his eyes off the road. A vein seemed to pop out of his forehead. "Quiet! Don't make me turn this car around". He threatened. Everyone was quiet. We all knew that he wouldn't stay true to his threat. He wouldn't turn around the car due to our bad behavior if it meant that he had to miss exploring the muggle world.

Mr. Weasley popped a C.D. into the player. "We're going to have fun whether you like it or not". After what felt like hours of Mr. Weasley jamming to his tunes, and in reality was only an hour, we arrived at our destination. A zoo. Nothing special. Nothing magical. Something that it seemed as though everyone at our age level had grown out of. But, it seemed to make Mr. Weasley happy. We stood in the lengthy line in the hot sun. Lots of perspiration and whining children. Mr. Weasley bounced in place. So excited to explore a seemingly magical world, that had no magic in it whatsoever. Such irony. "If I had my wand, I could make us appear at the front of the line and not have to deal with this". George said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. I stood in the shadow of the twins, but the sun's glare still blinded my eyes. "Hey Fred, scoot over a little". He did as I told him, just a little more than asked. I motioned him back a little until his head perfectly covered up the sun. "Perfect. Thank you". When it was finally our turn, everyone in our little group of wizards who as of the moment didn't feel the least bit magical.