Sapphire Witch - Under Editing to make it easier to read

Flying Car

Authors Note: I'm going to use Sapphire/Sapphire Witch instead of Y/n when Y/n is in the Astral Plane because her form is just the manifestation of the Sapphire Witch. And I found most of the info about Grindlewald and Voldemort off of google.

~King Cross Station; Parking Lot~

Amid a neat line of cars, the Anglia sits at a decidedly odd angle, as if its driver were not the most skilled motorist.

~King Cross Station~

The Weasleys and Harry -- pushing a large trolley-- dash under the large clock which reads two minutes to eleven. Mrs. Weasley: "Oh dear! The train'll be leaving any moment! All together now!" Hurrying, they race to platforms nine and ten. Quickly, Y/n, Regulus, Percy, Fred, and George stride briskly toward the stone barrier that divides the platforms -- and simply disappear. Mrs. Weasley: "Go on, Ginny. You know what to do." Ginny, looking a bit nervous, rushes toward the barrier, closes her eyes, and sleds...

~Platform 9 ¾~

 ... out onto the other side. As she gazes at the Hogwarts Express, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley materialize at her side. Y/n and Regulus sit in a compartment. Mrs. Weasley: (O.S.) "Come, Ginny. We'll get you a seat." Y/n: "What are you teaching?" Regulus: "Understanding the Dark Arts." Y/n: "Huh?" Regulus: "Basically identifying what's part of the dark arts and not." Y/n: "Are we starting with The Book of Sins?" Regulus: "Yes." Y/n: "Oh." Regulus: "Why?" Y/n: "Just curious." Regulus: "What's wrong?" Y/n: "How did you know?" Regulus: "I just do." Y/n: "Umm... I have a copy of the Book of Sins. Before you get mad, it fix the problem of me being a Horcrux!" Regulus: "It takes a soul so if you have two you'll still have one. Makes sense. Be careful." Y/n: "Can you keep watch of my body? I'm going to the Astral Plane to see if I can find Ron and Harry." Regulus: "Okay." Sapphire Witch: "Body. When we get to Hogwarts just sit at the Gryffindor table."

~King's Cross~

Ron glances at the clock. Ron: "We better hurry." Harry nods, leans into his trolley, and -- CRASH! -- hits the barrier and bounces back into Ron. A guard glowers. Guard: "What in blazes d'you two think you're doing?" Harry: "Sorry. Lost control of the trolley. (to Ron) Why can't we get through?" Ron: "I dunno. The gateway's sealed itself for some reason." As Ron presses his ear to the barrier, the clock chimes. Harry: "The train leaves at exactly eleven o'clock. We've missed it." Ron: "Can't hear a thing." Sapphire: "Why are you not on the train?" Harry: "Y/n! The barrier was sealed." Sapphire: "What?" Ron: "How'd you get through?" Sapphire: "I am on the train." Ron: (a sudden thought) "Harry. If we can't get through, maybe Mum and Dad can't get back." Sapphire: "That's not how that works." Harry: "Maybe we should go wait by the car." Ron: "The car!"

~Parking Lot~

Pushing their trolleys madly before them, Harry and Ron dash to the car, and load their belongings into the Anglia's boot. Harry: "This is mad. We can't drive to Hogwarts." Ron: "Who says we're driving?" Harry: "You don't mean -- Ron, no." Ron: "Look, who knows when Mum and Dad will get back. And we've got to get to school, haven't we? And even underage wizards are allowed to use magic if it's an absolute emergency. Least that's what Fred and George always say..." Harry: "Something tells me we're going to regret this." Sapphire: "You are."

~Anglia~

Ron taps his wand on the dash and the Anglia burbles to life. Harry: "No offense, Ron, but are you sure you know how to fly this." Ron: "No problem." Ron shifts. With a great jolt, the car lifts from the ground. Ron: "There. See. Now I reckon all we have to do is find the Hogwarts Express and follow it. Simple." Sapphire is suspicious. Harry nods, not entirely convinced. He peers out the window. Down below, two pedestrians stare in disbelief. Harry: "Uh, Ron. I should tell you. Most Muggles aren't accustomed to seeing a flying car." Sapphire: "Are you stupid?! This is illegal!" Ron: "Right." Ron presses a tiny silver button on the dashboard and they... disappear. Down below, the baffled pedestrians blink.