Harry Freaking Potter returns

Sometime later-- Harry suggested they should start telling a round story.

“A round story?” Walter inquired, “What's that?”

Both Teddy and Harry gaped at her. “You mean you don't know what a round story is?!” Harry said, astonished.

Walter laughed, “No-oo... is that bad?”

Teddy nodded vigorously, “YOU HAVE NOT LIVED UNTIL TODAAAAAYY!” He sang.

Walter laughed again, “Well, what is a round story then?”

“It's a story a group of people tell together, taking turns to tell each part. Uncle Chris could start, say a few lines to get the story started, then Sister would go (because she doesn't really have a name) and continue it, adding her own twists and turns to the plot, then I'd go, then you, then Teddy, then Uncle Chris, and so forth.” Harry explained.

“That sounds so fun!” Walter said, beaming.

“So, do you want to do one, then?” Harry asked. Walter nodded, “Oh, yes! What about you, Teddy?”

“I couldn't be happier!” Teddy sang enthusiastically.

“I'm in!” Uncle Chris said in is divine accent that made all woman, young and old, fall to his feet, overcome with feels.

“Sounds like fun,” The Sassy Novice agreed, and so with that, Uncle Chris began one of the best round stories of all time. (Besides this one, duh.)

* * *

After the round story was told and then laughed and cried over- for any good round story has both victories and heartbreak- the group in the Jittermobile quieted down, for it was now late in the afternoon and the lull and sleepiness of sunset was upon them. Teddy rolled down the window next to his seat for some fresh air, breathing in the lovely scent of pine trees and trickling rivers, for that was the scenery going on below them. “I love the free, fresh wind in my hair.. life without care, I'm broke- it's oke!” He sang under his breath, until something made him stop- something very peculiar.

Another flying car.

Teddy squinted, looking out towards the baby blue car that was flying nearer to the Jittermobile. Suddenly, Teddy gasped, finally seeing who was driving this miraculous flying car, that was not the Jittermobile. “IT'S HARRY FREAKING POTTER!!” He sang at the top of his lungs, making Walter shriek awake and Harry-regular Harry- jump so high his head hit the ceiling of the Jittermobile. “OHMIGOD TEDDY, WOULD YOU STOP-” Regular Harry started to yell, till he glanced over and saw it actually was- Harry. Freaking. Potter. Sitting next to Ronald Bilius Weasley. 

 TO BE CONTINUED!!!

Rose, you know what's up. It's Harry Freaking Potter. Please make it awesome. 

 xoxo, Mercy

 p.s. Regular Harry looks like Darren Criss... just so you know.