What do we do now?

Part 2- Runaways

Part Two- Runaways

A/N: ThEre wAS oNLy ONe bEd

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The two walked out of Remus' small house and got into the car, Remus took the driver's seat because he wasn't even sure if she knew how to drive. Y/n threw both their bags into the back seat and Remus pulled away from the house driving down the street until he reached a split road.

"Right or left?" He asked as he examined both ways.

"Uhm lets just head left and then keep going as far as we can, I have no real destination in mind just sort of, anywhere but here."

Remus nodded and signalled before turning left on the empty road. The radio in the car was broken but a quick spell later and Y/n had it working again.

"I don't know why I never thought to just use magic to fix that stupid thing," Remus said.

"Where did you get this car anyway?"

"It was my dad's."

Y/n was a bit nervous to ask, given the state that the recent war had left things in, he could be dead, missing or in Azkaban for all she knew, but she asked anyway, "And he is?"

"Dead. My mum too."

"Were they older? Like mine and James' parents both were?" She asked though it was uncommon, both James' parents and her parents had both decided to have a single child at an older age than most, it wasn't too weird since they ended up luckily having a cousin the same age.

"Not particularly."

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to?" She said hoping this wasn't a touchy subject for him.

"There's nothing to talk about, they are dead, they left me this car and nothing else. And the car is a piece of junk mostly."

"It's better than my non-existent car."

"Well, they aren't really required in the magic world." Remus shrugged, half paying attention to her and half on the road.

The long road divided a green field that stretched for miles, it was the type of backcountry where the only things they passed were small barns and broken down stone buildings that probably had not been used in centuries. The amount of conversation that flowed between them was good, it was half forced but half natural. The silence wasn't deafening and the forced bits of conversation weren't empty, the thoughts that lingered at the back of their minds during silence were what pushed the conversation.

After a few minutes of this Y/n decided she couldn't handle it anymore, she couldn't handle thinking about how much fun it would be to have their mutual friends in the back seat. She let her mind slip, a weakness inside her let her mind drift to imagining taking Harry on his first road trip, her throat tightened at the thought and she quickly let whatever came to mind fall off her chapped lips. "I much prefer driving opposed to apparating, it's kind of fun."

"Says the one in the passenger seat."

"I'd drive if I had a license, and if you let me."

"Do you know how?" He asked.

"No, but I reckon you could teach me sometime. I'm sure we will get bored and need something to occupy our time, or if we need some excitement you can let me drive on the highway with no lessons and see what happens!"

"I'll think about the first half of that." He said with a chuckle as he turned the radio up and the two of them fell back into a comfortable silence, she instead imagined what driving the car would be like.