Azkaban

Azkaban is the nineteenth chapter in the Wombles Eight.

In LA Dom looked calmly at Ron. Too calmly for Ron who was now feeling nervous. The other street racers were staring at him menacingly. Some had large wrenches others held power tools. Dom held out his hand for Ron to shake. “A deal’s a deal weasel” he said.

Ron started to reply “It’s weas” but thought better of it as he realised his wand wasn’t in his pocket. He saw it down by Cathy’s feet. Cathy saw it too then put her booted foot hard down on it. “It’s weasel” said Ron fearfully as the street racer’s glares got even more threatening without his wand.

“That’s what I said” replied Dom “but know this, when I give you all my keys you gotta get these cars out and for that you have to be in one piece.”  Ron replied quickly. “Please keep them it was just a trick. I didn’t mean to cause so much trouble!”  But it was too late. “A deal is a deal weasel!” Dom insisted. Just as Dom was going to hand over his car keys to Ron and cloud of dust came out of nowhere.

The dust cleared as quickly as it had appeared. Dom looked a bit confused. Cathy had gone and there in front of him stood a young woman in a suit and black cape. Ron said nothing as he tried to edge back into his Peel P50. Dom looked the woman straight in the eye and asked “What have you done with Queenie?”. The woman replied rather fiercely. “Queenie? I don’t know a Queenie! I’m here for Mr Weasley!”  “He’s in that thing” replied Dom pointing at the P50 pulling slowly away. The woman pointed a stick at the little car, uttered what sounded like nonsense and wheels fell off of it. She marched up to Ron grabbed him by the ear and dragged him back over to Dom. “Where is his wand?” she asked. “Wand? Are you telling me that Weasel beat Queenie using magic?” Dom asked in return. “Obviously! Now where is his wand?” replied the woman. “I don’t know but both the wand and Queenie are missing. And if you talk to me like that again” Dom replied back. The woman cut him short “I’ll take you to prison as well!” she said sharply.

Dom backed off with the wand pointing right at him. The woman’s look softened as she told Dom “I can tell when people are lying so we shall leave it there”. It hardened again when she addressed Ron. “I hereby charge you, Ron Weasley, with misuse of magic, use of magic in the presence of muggles and bringing magic into disrepute. You used it to win at gambling?”  Ron thought about his options but couldn’t really do anything but admit the truth. “Hermione, yes I did use my wand to win a car. But I only came here to find Ginny. She’s in trouble! And it could take a long time to find her in this Peel P50. It’s the” started Ron.

Dom finished for him. “The worlds slowest car.” Dom sneered. Hermione was unimpressed and not showing any sympathy for Ron. The street racers had put away their tools now. They could see Ron was about to suffer at the hands of a witch. “Well you should have thought of that before you broke the law!” she shouted. The street racers cheered as Hermione apparated away with Ron.

Ron was apparated to a cell. He heard footsteps. The footsteps came closer. Ron waited to see who it was. “Oh Ron!” said a familiar voice. “Neville! Quick get me out of here!” Ron pleaded. “You know I can’t do that Ron. You broke the law that you’re supposed be enforcing!” Neville replied. “But” Ron tried to reply. “No buts! You will be transferred to Azkaban as soon as possible” replied Neville. “When?” asked Ron.

“Now” said another familiar voice. “Hermione! Please I was doing it for Ginny! You must understand! I needed a fast car!” Ron pleaded. But it was no good as Hermione paralysed Ron then whisked him off to Azkaban.

Meanwhile Cathy ran back to Grand Steed Manor where she found Alderney playing cards with Gambit, Charlie and David Vincent. Cathy sat in her throne and waited. She didn’t have to wait long before Alderney spoke. “Your Majesty I have come to ask for permission to do something.”  “Well, do what?” Cathy snapped. She wasn’t in the best of moods after being temporarily kidnapped by street racers and confusingly almost joining them.

“I want to sort out crime” replied Alderney. “Crime? We don’t have any police!” retorted Cathy. “I know your Majesty. That’s my point.” Alderney replied “I want to appoint the Avengers as the police for London with somebody else.”  “OK you can have the Avengers but who else?” asked Cathy. “Me” said an American lady walking in. “And you are?” asked Cathy. “Teresa Lisbon CBI” replied the American. “CBI?” said Cathy looking confused. “Californian Bureau of Investigation Ma’am” replied Lisbon. “Well the Avengers could use some help. Okay go ahead.” Cathy replied feeling better now.

Gambit called Bungo who immediately started to organise his team. Bungo, Shansi and PMW went on patrol riding their motorbikes. One Twelve and Melville got into Mrs Peel’s old Lotus. They cruised around London finding criminals as they went. The Wombles knocked them out then One Twelve and Melville took them to prison at Pentonville.

One Ten was waiting for his orders with Grandma. They waited for some time before deciding what to do. “If we wait it will be too late! I think it’s time to find some crime!” said One Ten twirling his pen. “If I was still in charge” Grandma started but never finished his groaning. One Ten was already heading to the AC. Grandma got into the passenger seat just in time as One Ten roared away.

Grandma put the radio on. They heard Bungo’s voice. “Crime reported at Leadenhall Market. Disappearance of Harry Potter. Suspected kidnapping!”  One Ten raced there as fast as he could. Grandma couldn’t look as One Ten kept driving on towards the buildings. He waited for the crash but it never came. “Sorry for the scare. I guess you weren’t aware.” One Ten apologised as he pulled up in a strange looking street that Grandma had never seen before. “Welcome to Diagon Alley. Let’s try and find that missing Harry” said One Ten.

They didn’t have to go far to find him. At Knockturn Alley they found him standing over an unconscious man. “I arrest you, Harry Potter, in the name of the law for the attempted murder of Julian Albert!” shouted Grandma. “Who’s Julian Albert?” asked Harry looking confused. Grandma grabbed Harry by the collar and hauled him towards the AC. Harry tried to apparate away but something stopped him. “Sorry Mr Potter that won’t do! It’s off to Azkaban for you!” said One Ten. “Azkaban?” said Grandma confused.

He was even more confused after that when One Ten and Harry disappeared before his eyes. Grandma picked up Julian and put him in the car to take him home. Several hours later he was still lost and more confused than ever.

One Ten apparated to Azkaban with Harry. Hermione stood before them. “Hermione! I’ve been falsely accused.” Harry shouted. “Mr Potter was found standing abound the slumped Draco! Of that what do you mako?” rhymed One Ten. “Thank you for bringing him in Mr Neten! Yes I know who you are! The infamous demon wizard Olivier Neten. Now you’re here you may as well stay!” replied Hermione. She turned her attention to Harry “Would you do the honours” she said. Harry swiftly turned around and stupefied One Ten.