RONS DRIVING TEST

Rating: PG
Genre: Comedy
Setting: Ministry of Magic Test Centre
Main Characters: Ron

Note from the Authoress: This is a “comedy of errors” (excuse my Shakespearean…I think its Shakespearean anyway ^_^) involving Ron borrowing his dads car again, but this time, he gets caught in the act and has to take a test to qualify him for driving it. It’s a vague celebration story, written to commemorate my driving test passing! Also, I apologise for misleading people. I had originally intended this to be a short story, however, it seems I have in fact ended up making it into a full story ^_^.

Part 1

Ron approached the Ford Anglia, coloured a bluish green, and tinted with a few scratches, and rust. The scratches were a constant reminder of the time it got lost in the forbidden forest. His mother still gave him lecture upon lecture of that. Maybe that was the reason he was doing it. Taking the car again. An act of defiance, brought on by his mothers constant and incessant moaning. It had started a small spark of rebellion deep inside Ron. He took the car the first time for a good reason. His best friend, Harry Potter, and himself had been blocked from entering Platform nine and three quarters, the platform for the train to Hogwarts. And so they had missed it. In the midst of panic it had occurred to them to take the car. After all, it had a cloaking device in it, it would be easy. But nothing was ever that easy. Five muggles had sighted them when the cloaking device failed. And then they had crashed. Crashed into the Whomping Willow, a dangerous tree that smashed everything that touched it to bits. Fortunately, the car had pulled through and they had survived. Not that anyone cared. They were just told off for damaging a priceless tree, it didn’t matter that they had almost died. Of course, it was Snape who caught them, so that was probably why.

Anyway, after they had escaped the car fled into the Forbidden Forest, where it stayed for years, before Dumbledore had restored it to the family. Ron’s father had worked some magic, so it was restored almost to its former self. And now, Ron stood before the little car, holding the key in his hand. His mind was wondering to itself if he really had the guts to go through with taking it. If he was caught he would be in a lot of trouble. But he was angry about still being treated like a child about this car. Ok, so he had done wrong. There was no need to keep bringing it up! The spark had flared. He was going to take the car, he knew he was, and he knew that no amount of reason could stop him.

The engine roared into life. He put the car into first gear, and pressed down on the accelerator. With a roar the car sped out of the garden. He tried pressing the cloaking button. It still didn’t work. Oh well, it didn’t matter. He pulled the gear into 6th gear, the gear in the car designed to allow the car to take off. It roared as it left the road behind, climbing at a steady pace into the air. He zoomed up into the clouds, enjoying the freedom of driving around. He was feeling hungry. He had left this morning before dawn, before anybody was awake. Dipping down beneath the clouds he spotted a drive thru. He had just enough to buy some food, so he guided the car down onto the road. That’s when he heard the siren. Looking into his rear view mirror he saw a police car zooming up behind him, waving him to pull over. With a groan he obeyed. If his mother found out about this he would be in trouble. The policeman got out of the car, closely followed by… Ron groaned. His mother had stepped out of the car, a look of absolute fury on her face. She approached the car. He noticed that the policeman was not a muggle policeman, but instead a junior ministry member. Reluctantly he rolled down his window. His mother stood there. She looked like she was about to explode with anger. She took several deep breaths before shouting at Ron.

“Ronald Weasley! How dare you take this car again! I have no choice left. Since you persist in taking this car your going to take the ministry driving test!” Ron looked stunned. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. The ministry driving test? The driving test was a magical test, involving the driving of all sorts of magical things. They also dealt with Apparition candidates. By passing the test, he would be able to drive the car whenever he wanted.  He couldn’t believe his luck. Instead of being shouted at and punished, he was getting off lightly. At least, that was what he thought, as he climbed into the ministry car, to head out to the test centre.

END OF PART 1