Golden Girl; 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂

Summer, 1992: A Much Needed Jailbreak

"Guys, I don't know about this!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes squeezed shut as the little blue Ford Anglia climbed higher and higher into the sky.

Ron had tried every argument he could think of to dissuade them from stealing Mr. Weasley's car. His protests, however, had fallen on deaf ears, and it was Bambi who delivered the final, decisive blow. "You're the one who's been most worried about Harry," she had pointed out, leaving Ron no choice but to join in.

Thus, the four ginger-haired conspirators snuck into the shed where Mr. Weasley kept the old car, moving with the stealth of a light-footed cat, careful to push it all the way to the end of the driveway before starting the engine so as to not wake the family.

"Have any of you driven before?" Bambi had whispered, her voice barely audible as they huddled around the car.

"No, but it can't be too hard, can it?" George replied, his head tilted thoughtfully to one side.

"Step aside, I'll do it," Fred had volunteered confidently. No one contested his assertion, and thus, the decision was made.

The engine of the Ford Angila purred to life, and Fred slid into the driver's seat with a particular air of determination. Ron, looking a little queasy, climbed into the passenger seat, while George and Bambi squeezed into the back, whispering excitedly.

The car rattled and jerked as Fred struggled to get it airborne, but after a few tense moments, it soared into the night sky, its invisibility booster kicking in with a clank and a shimmer. Below, the countryside stretched out in a patchwork of dark fields and winding roads, the lights of the Burrow quickly fading into the distance.

Ron opened one eye, peeking out at the rapidly diminishing landscape. "I really hope this works." He muttered, gripping the edge so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

"It will," Bambi reassured him, leaning forward between the seats. "We've got a plan!" She said with a wave of her hand.

"Yeah sure, a plan." Said, Ron. "We just need to get to Privet Drive, grab Harry, then get back before anyone notices."

"Sounds about right." Fred nodded nonchalantly. "Now get back by George, I can't see over your hair!" He took his hand and playfully shoved Bambi's face back into the backseat.

As they neared Little Whinging, Fred began to slowly descend, the car losing altitude smoothly.

"That's his place there- I think at least." Ron pointed out a house, Number Four Private Drive looking as unremarkable as ever.

"Let's get a closer look at the windows," Bambi said, crooning out the window with curious expectation. "Make sure we go to the right one."

Fred lowered the car, slowly creeping around the house as the four peered inside each window.

"Oh Merlin, they've put ruddy bars on his window!" Ron exclaimed, leaning forward and practically pressing his face against the window. "Harry!" He knocked.

They all watched as the person in the room cautiously approached the window and then timidly pushed it open.

"Alright, Harry?" The twins asked in sync, grinning at Harry.

"What's been going on?" Said, Ron. "Why haven't you been answering my letters? I've asked you to stay about twelve times and then we heard something about using magic in front of muggles!"

"It wasn't me!" Harry protested. "And... how did he know?"

"He works for the ministry," Ron explained, leaning past Fred to talk to Harry. "You know we aren't supposed to do spells outside school!"