The Potter Twins (3rd Year)

Narrator pov
"What were you doin' down there?" said this guy, dropping his professional manner.

"We fell over," said Harry.

"'Choo fall over for?" sniggered Stan.

"We didn't do it on purpose," said Harry, annoyed.

"What's that on your heads?"Said the guy.

"Nothing."Harry said quickly,flattening his hair. Amelia moved her hair to cover her scar.

"Woss your names?Im Stan."Persisted Stan.

"Neville Longbottom."Said Harry,saying the first name that came to his head.

Stan then looked at Amelia.

Then amelia said it a different accent,"I no speak you language." I tried not to laugh, she always knows how to make someone happy

"Oh."

"How much would it be to get to London?"Harry asked.

"Eleven sickles."Stan answered. "Fourteen adding chocolate, fifteen adding water and toof-brush."

"I want chocolate."Amelia whispered to Harry.

"Then you pay!"Harry whisper yelled.

"Well-Your the man!"Amelia whisper yelled back.

"Fine."Harry said and rummaged through his trunk,extracted his money bag, and shoved some money into Stan's hand.Stan picked up Amelia trunk and Harry picked up his trunk,with Hedwig and Sammys caged and stepped onto the bus.

There were no buses,instead half a dozen beds stood beside the curtained windows. Candles were burning in brackets beside each bed, illuminating the wood-paneled walls. A tiny wizard in a night cap at the rear of the bus muttered,"Not now,thanks,I'm pickling some slugs." And rolled over in his sleep.

"Here,you two stay right in these beds."Stan said as we put the trunks under the beds which were right behind the driver.
"This is our driver.Ernie Prang,This is Neville Longbottom and his friend that doesn't speak the same language as us."
Ernie Prang,an elderly wizard wearing thick glasses, nodded to them,who sat down on the beds.
"Take 'er away Ern."Said Stan sitting in the armchair.
Amelia and Harry stared out at the dark window,they were now going down a completely different street.

"This is where we were before you two."Stan said.
"Where are we,Ern?Somewhere in Wales?"

"Ar,"said Ernie.

"How come the Muggles don't hear the bus."Harry asked.

"Them!"Said Stan."Don' listen properly,do they?Don't look properly either. Never notice nuffink, they don'."

"Best go wake up Madam Marsh, Stan."Said Ernie.
"We will be in Abergavenny any minute."

Stan passed Harry and Amelia's beds and disappeared up a wooden narrow staircase.Harry was still looking at the window,feeling nervous.

"What's wrong?"Amelia asked.

"Nothing."

Ernie didn't seem to have mastered the use of a steering wheel.The Knight bus kept mounting the pavement, but it didn't hit anything;lines of lampposts, mailboxes, and trash cans jumped out of its way as its approached and back into position once it had passed.

      Stan came back downstairs,with a faintly green witch wrapped in a traveling cloak.

    "'Ere you go, Madam Marsh," said Stan happily as Ern stamped on the brake and the beds slid a foot or so toward the front of the bus. Madam Marsh clamped a handkerchief to her mouth and tottered down the steps. Stan threw her bag out after her and rammed the doors shut;there was a loud bang, and they were driving down a narrow country lane.Both Harry and Amelia wondered if the Dursley's manage to get Marge of the ceiling yet.