44. Ford Anglia

One sheep, two....

Finally, Little Victoire had fallen asleep. She wasn't used to sleep at their ancestral house and she was longing for her soft, supple bed.

It's such a peaceful night, the elderly Weasleys thought.

But a night at the Burrow could never be that peaceful and solemnly quiescent.

A loud wail had alarmed the place and it was Ron who did find out the source of that wail.

He immediately entered Victoire's room and found his niece whining.

"What's the problem, sweetheart?"

"U-uncle WonWon! I've had a very bad dream. A flying car was taking you and Uncle Harry!"