Try And Tame The Terrors **Harry Potter/George Weasley Story** (BOOK3)

Chapter 27: London, I Think We Got A Problem

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Chapter Twenty Seven: London, I Think We Got A Problem

Lottie's Point of View

Whilst flying to London on the back of a Threstal whilst gripping onto the rear of Alex's shirt wasn't my original plan for this evening, and even though I had nothing to do tonight anyway, I certainly couldn't say I was happy about the sudden twist of events, "I'm so sorry, I've done it again."

"Fuck off, you're not even sorry." I replied to Alex, slowly pulling my hand up to cover my nose. I felt her shoulders jiggle as she was laughing at me. How is this my best friend?

"Lottie, look! Look where we are!"

"No, get lost."

"C'mon! It looks so pretty!"

"Nope! Nope, nope, nope!" I shouted as the wind whistled by my ears and through my pony tail. The smell Alex had just produced had now almost faded so I lowered my hand back to it's resting place around Alex's waist, gripping onto her as she drove a Threstal through the skies over Britain towards London and the Ministry of Magic. That was the fifth time she had farted, and sitting right behind her left me first target for the potent smell she somehow could produce,

"Fucking open your eyes!"

"No! Okay! The last time I did that you was about to run me into Lincoln Cathedral!" I shouted back to Alex, squeezing my eyes tightly,

"Ha, that was funny!" Alex yelled over the wind,

"And the time before that, I was nearly head first into the Trafford Centre at Manchester!"

"That was great, I remember that!" I heard Alex laughed,

"And before that--"

"Okay! I've shitted you a few times on this journey! I promise this one will be worth it!"

"Fuck you!"

"Promise, Lottie!"

"Fuck off!"

"Open your eyes!"

"Fuck everything!"

"Dude!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" My screams echoed around my brain as my eyes flashed open and the first thing they see is the clock face of Big Ben hurdling towards me. Alex pulled the Threstal upwards and was laughing manically. I gripped onto her tighter and we was floating high above London,

"Alex! Stop pissing about!"

"Fuck off Potter, I'll do as I like!"

"I am so scared! I'm never trusting you again! I--"

"There!" Hermione's yell cut me off. Evidently, we had reached the Ministry. The wind howled through my ears as we hoovered down to the streets of London, landing gracefully down a back alley on some cobbled paving. The Threstal's hoofs in contact with the stones made that typical 'clop clop' sound, letting me know I was now only a few metres of solid ground and it repaired my feelings Alex seemed to have shredded like paper,

"Never ... again ..."

"You fucking loved it." Alex gracefully jumped of the Threstal as I not so gracefully slid off it's back. My feet flattened on the floor and I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I was about to sit down and take the minute to recover, but the second Harry's feet hit the ground he wanted to be straight off again,

"There, look!" He pointed down the alley to a battered red telephone group. He took off running with Hermione and Ron following him at their full speed. Luna, Ginny and Neville tagging at half speed,