SPIT OF YOU; fred weasley

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" ANNALIESE BLACK YELLED, as the car stalled and surged forward. 

"Annie... I didn't fork out 4 grand for you to have an inability to drive," her Dad, Sirius, said, clinging to the grab handle of her Fiat 500 for dear life, his eyes wide as he pressed his body up against the door, toes curled in his shoes to try and fumble for dual controls that simply weren't there. 

"Just give me a minute!" Annaliese exclaimed, her knuckles turning white as she yanked the hand break up, gripped the wheel, put her left foot firm down on the clutch, right easing onto the accelerator, hand break down...

Another stall. 

"Right, I'm done, REMUS!" Sirius shouted, as he got out of the vehicle, practically leaping back to safety. 

"WHAT?" Harry yelled back from the house, 'How Deep Is Your Love' by the Bee Gees blasting in the kitchen as Sirius slammed the door and stormed back up the driveway.

"GET REMUS!"

Annaliese pulled up the hand break, and swore under her breath. She'd turned 17 the day before, meaning by law she was legally allowed to learn to drive. Sirius had had high hopes for the endeavour, for he had learnt to drive in two weeks, and passed as soon as he could book a test. Remus had taken 2 years to pass. It was very evident who she took after. 

Harry had been watching on from the kitchen window, helping Remus wash up, and was midway through stuffing a tea towel into a pint glass when Sirius had thrown his tantrum. Harry's parents, James and Lily, had passed away when Harry was very young, leaving him to his godparents, Remus and Sirius. They'd welcomed him with open arms, treating him as though he was their own son; that also meant he got a seriously bad bollocking when he drew on the living room wall at the age of 3. He was two years younger than Annaliese, so naturally they got on like a house on fire. 

"Okay, so it's safe to say your Dad won't be taking you out driving," a gentle voice said, Remus approaching Annaliese on her side of the car. He smiled softly down at her, one hand holding the car door open and the other encouragingly rubbing her shoulder as she got out of the drivers seat. "How about I drive us to a carpark, and we'll go from there."

It was the August 30th before Year 13 began, making Annaliese one of the youngest in her year. She didn't mind, but it was difficult watching all of her friends learning to drive whilst she was stuck getting lifts from her Dad. To make matters worse, her best friend Katie Bell was turning 18 in a few weeks. Annaliese wouldn't be able to go clubbing for another 364 days. 

That said, she could always order a fake ID, or pay someone in the year above who looked like her to let her borrow a real one- it wasn't a big deal. But wasn't sure whether to risk having the police called on her, which had happened to Angelina Johnson earlier that Summer when trying to go on a night out to see the Marauders. 

For about two years, Fred and George Weasley, Lee Jordan and Neville Longbottom had been in a band called the Marauders. They'd started off as a cover band, playing in local pubs, but apparently they'd started performing some of their own material. The only reason Annaliese knew about them was because they'd played at the Three Broomsticks on open mic night; they had brought in the most business the bar had seen in years, and Sirius was thrilled. People that attended Hogwarts Secondary and Sixth Form had swarmed the pub, so much so that they were sat on window sills, with 2 people to a chair, some with people on their laps. It was a night to go down in history, for the lads were playing a different gig almost every weekend now. 

Annaliese didn't understand what all the fuss was about- she actually hadn't seen them perform, it had been her night off, and she was always doing something or another, especially since she was made Captain of the Hogwarts Girls Football team. Angelina had raved on about the lads for a matter of weeks at the end of Year 12, so presumably they were good; or it was just Angelina's pining for George Weasley talking. 

Remus indicated left, and turned into the local Lidl carpark, which was empty aside from the man in the very corner disposing of his beer bottles. Annaliese cringed as Remus came to a stop, dreading getting back in the driver's seat. 

"Okay," Remus began, adjusting the volume of Heart 80s playing from the car speaker. "We're not going to do much, i'm just going to teach you how to set off, and get you working on your clutch control just around this area in first gear. You won't have to drive around any other cars, and if worst comes to worst I'll just yank the hand break." 

Annaliese nodded, and they swapped seats, Remus settling in comfortably and not looking half as pale as Sirius had.

Ten minutes later, he was looking rather green, as they gave up for the evening and Annaliese was driven home in a huff, in a car she couldn't drive. If Remus couldn't teach her to drive- a literal teacher- who could?