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"Did you know that Voldemort was born in 1926?" Gerard asked suddenly before reaching over Frank's body to get the popcorn.  He had no idea why the popcorn was even on that side and not in the middle but he didn't question it.  Instead, he reached over once more to grab another handful.

Frank, whose eyes had been glazed over from intensely watching the movie, snapped back into reality and looked at Gerard, confused.  "So he's like 90 years old?!  It took Harry his entire life to kill a 90 something year old man?  What a wimp!"  He huffed, severely disappointed about the protagonist.  This was why he was in Slytherin house, besides the fact that they had absolutely amazing colours and created extremely cozy socks.

"Voldemort was in his 70s." Gerard corrected, turning his attention back to the big screen, seeing the last scene of the dark lord holding up the elder wand high above his head.

"Look at that old man go!  He's a beast, and he's ancient.  Thus, that is the reason why he is my hero." Frank smirked before gently tugging on Gerard's Gryffindor scarf.
Gerard frowned, trying to come up with a comeback of why Gryffindor was better.  "Well…what about Dumbledore!  He was even older than Voldemort and he was in Gryffindor." He crossed his arms across his chest; however the gesture was extremely ineffective because his arms were underneath the Star Wars blanket he and Frank were sharing.  Gerard had actually stolen the blanket from Mikey, but he would never know the difference.  He was too busy going shopping with Ray and Bob.

Frank's dark eyebrows furrowed, confused, as he replied with, "Dumbledore died.  Voldemort indirectly killed him, which makes Voldemort more powerful."

"Oh yeah…" Gerard said, completely forgetting Dumbledore had died.  He then wondered how he had even forgotten that fact, because he had felt empty inside for a week after reading that part in the novel for the first time and then for another week after viewing the film.

"Alright, so now onto part 2!" Frank exclaimed, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth before crawling off of the small light brown couch and to the DVD player.  He opened the player and took out the disk, lovingly putting it back into its case.  He then dug around in the cabinet for part 2.

When his head resurfaced from the cabinet, it was worried and surprised.  "Gerard, we don't have part 2."

"What?  I thought we did…" at that moment, both of them remembered Ray accidentally breaking the disk by dropping a heavy bag of groceries onto it.  That was the problem with tour buses: no space.

They both sat there for several minutes, slowly getting upset that they had yet to see the movie and trying to come up with a plan.

"I'll call Mikey and ask if he can pick it up." Gerard whipped out his phone and searched through his contacts until his brother's name appeared.

"Hello?" The voice answering it sounded both rushed and annoyed, which meant that Mikey was having a blast shopping.

"Can you pick up part 2 while you're out?" Gerard asked, smiling hopefully.

"Part 2 of what?" Mikey snapped, the sound of people talking in the background coming through the speaker clearly.

"Of Harry Potter of course!" Gerard chirped, his smile growing.  Frank sat on the ground and fiddled around with his lip ring, waiting for the answer.

"No, go get it yourself." All that Gerard could hear now was the dial tone.

"We have to go get it…"

---

"I really like having the tour bus.  I mean, we were out there in the mall parking lot for who knows how long, but it was like we were in our own world."

"Oh look!  An electronics store!" Frank picked up his pace, speed walking over to the store and completely ignoring Gerard.  Gerard quickened his pace as well and walked through the door seconds later.

"Part 2 please." Frank asked the nearest saleswoman, a cheesy grin on his face.  Inwardly, he was bursting with happiness that he would finally be able to see the end.

The lady cocked her head, confused.  "Part 2 of what, sir?"

"Harry Potter!  Number 7, part 2!" Frank almost yelled this out loud, annoyed that nobody knew what Gerard and he meant by part 2.  Everyone should know.

A fake sympathy crossed the woman's face.  "Oh, I'm sorry, sir.  We had to take them off of our shelves because it was felt that the rating on the movie was too low.  We have to ship them back tonight on our truck so they can make the rating higher."
Gerard and Frank were in mutual shock.  How could they possibly be making Harry Potter rated R?  That was just ridiculous.

The two silently walked out of the store and sat down on a bench.  Mall goers who were walking by silently wondered what on earth was wrong with the pair, but said nothing. There were too many sales going on today that were just too good to put on hold.

"Gerard, we need to get into that truck."

"What?" Gerard swiveled his head to study Frank to see if he was joking or not.  He wasn't.  "How do you even plan to do that?!"

"Well, we get out of the mall, head to the back where the shipping trucks come in for the stores, find which shipping truck is the one we need, open it, get our movie and book it back to the bus."

"How are we even going to open the truck?" Gerard whispered in case one of the mall cops possibly heard him.

"….I dunno, we'll figure that out when we get there.  C'mon!" Frank pulled Gerard up and towards the nearest exit.

---

"Frank, I don't think this is a good idea." Gerard looked around, expecting to get caught any second.

"I know it's not a good idea, but unless you want to wait forever to see the movie, we gotta do this." Frank continued to tug Gerard along until they came across various trucks.  Unfortunately, they weren't marked with the stores they were shipping to, they were just regular semi-trucks.  "'Sides, wouldn't it be cool to say that we had one of the few copies that said PG-13 on it?"

Gerard nodded, Frank's courage being contagious.  "Okay, let's try this truck." They walked around it a couple of times, trying to find a way to break in.  The back was locked tight with a padlock.  Finally, they tried the doors.  The passenger side was open.

"Here are the keys." Gerard threw them blindly behind him but didn't hear them clank against the ground.  He thought about Frank's catching skill as he climbed out of the front cab and headed to the back where Frank was already working on the lock.

"You would think they'd keep this more secure."

"You would think." Frank grunted as the lock finally broke open.  Together, they pushed the metal door up and climbed up inside, marveling at the lack of boxes.

"There's nothing but underwear in this box." Gerard commented, gently riffling through the women's undergarments in case the movies were located at the bottom.

"This whole truck is nothing but underwear!" Frank exclaimed after they had opened up every single box.

---

Gerard and Frank had managed to go through all the trucks except for one and they were getting more and more worried that it had left early.  They had found all sorts of items, mainly clothing, sometimes music or cell phones, but nothing that looked like Harry Potter.

"Last one.  Cross your fingers." Frank whispered as he popped open the padlock.  They pushed open the door, their arms sore from the motion, and climbed inside.  There wasn't much in this truck either, which they hoped was a good sign.

"Hey, there's Terminator in here!"

"I found SpongeBob!"

"Addams Family…this has to be the truck!"  Their spirits rose and they tore through the boxes, coming across all sorts of different movies, both old and new, until there was only two left.

They both knelt in front of them and looked at each other, a gleam in their eyes.  "One…two…three!"

At three, they ripped and shredded their boxes, coming across The Devil Wears Prada and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2.

Frank grabbed a copy and raised it into the air, feeling victorious.  Gerard soon tackled him into a hug, being cautious of the movie.

---

"Do you think they're going to notice that the boxes were opened?" Gerard asked as he and Frank walked back to the bus arm in arm.

"Naw.  Not until they get to their destination anyways."

"The truck drivers should really learn to not leave their vehicles open.  Anyone could steal things." Gerard shook his head, wondering if the drivers would ever learn their lesson.  He doubted it, but he still had a little bit of hope.

When they opened the door, Mikey, Ray, and Bob were already on the couch, watching an old episode of The Price Is Right, Bob's guilty pleasure.

Frank promptly changed the channel so that the DVD player screen was showing and popped in the disk.

"What took you guys so long?" Mikey asked, a little bit suspicious.

"Um…" Frank blanked on an explanation and looked at Gerard for help.

"They were out so they had to go and get some more from their truck!"  It wasn't too far from the truth, so he didn't feel too bad.  Besides, the rest of them wouldn't have believed him and Frank even if they had told about their adventures.  Gerard sat down, shoving Mikey over a little and causing Ray and Bob to become even more squished than they were before.

Frank looked at the couch for a moment and sat down on Gerard's lap, his customary seat when all of them were watching something.

---

About halfway through the movie, Gerard started grinning.  He came up with one to beat Voldemort and started to poke Frank in the side.

"Nearly Headless Nick."

"But he's dead, Gerard." Frank sighed, already knowing what Gerard was talking about.

"But he's a ghost!  It's like he's alive and invincible!" Gerard grinned, knowing Frank couldn't come up with something.

"The Basilisk was able to paralyze him.  If Voldemort got another basilisk, he would be able to just paralyze Nick, problem solved."

"Guys, will you shut up!" Bob glared at the pair before turning his attention back to the T.V.

"Yeah, Neville's on and you totally interrupted what he said." Mikey added, pouting slightly.

"Nobody cares about Neville, Mikey." Ray commented, rolling his eyes.

Bob made a shushing sound, causing them all to remain silent for the rest of the movie.  That is, until Gerard could come up with someone who was better than Voldemort.

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"Did you know that Voldemort was born in 1926?" Gerard asked suddenly before reaching over Frank's body to get the popcorn.  He had no idea why the popcorn was even on that side and not in the middle but he didn't question it.  Instead, he reached over once more to grab another handful.

Frank, whose eyes had been glazed over from intensely watching the movie, snapped back into reality and looked at Gerard, confused.  "So he's like 90 years old?!  It took Harry his entire life to kill a 90 something year old man?  What a wimp!"  He huffed, severely disappointed about the protagonist.  This was why he was in Slytherin house, besides the fact that they had absolutely amazing colours and created extremely cozy socks.

"Voldemort was in his 70s." Gerard corrected, turning his attention back to the big screen, seeing the last scene of the dark lord holding up the elder wand high above his head.

"Look at that old man go!  He's a beast, and he's ancient.  Thus, that is the reason why he is my hero." Frank smirked before gently tugging on Gerard's Gryffindor scarf.
Gerard frowned, trying to come up with a comeback of why Gryffindor was better.  "Well…what about Dumbledore!  He was even older than Voldemort and he was in Gryffindor." He crossed his arms across his chest; however the gesture was extremely ineffective because his arms were underneath the Star Wars blanket he and Frank were sharing.  Gerard had actually stolen the blanket from Mikey, but he would never know the difference.  He was too busy going shopping with Ray and Bob.

Frank's dark eyebrows furrowed, confused, as he replied with, "Dumbledore died.  Voldemort indirectly killed him, which makes Voldemort more powerful."

"Oh yeah…" Gerard said, completely forgetting Dumbledore had died.  He then wondered how he had even forgotten that fact, because he had felt empty inside for a week after reading that part in the novel for the first time and then for another week after viewing the film.

"Alright, so now onto part 2!" Frank exclaimed, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth before crawling off of the small light brown couch and to the DVD player.  He opened the player and took out the disk, lovingly putting it back into its case.  He then dug around in the cabinet for part 2.

When his head resurfaced from the cabinet, it was worried and surprised.  "Gerard, we don't have part 2."

"What?  I thought we did…" at that moment, both of them remembered Ray accidentally breaking the disk by dropping a heavy bag of groceries onto it.  That was the problem with tour buses: no space.

They both sat there for several minutes, slowly getting upset that they had yet to see the movie and trying to come up with a plan.

"I'll call Mikey and ask if he can pick it up." Gerard whipped out his phone and searched through his contacts until his brother's name appeared.

"Hello?" The voice answering it sounded both rushed and annoyed, which meant that Mikey was having a blast shopping.

"Can you pick up part 2 while you're out?" Gerard asked, smiling hopefully.

"Part 2 of what?" Mikey snapped, the sound of people talking in the background coming through the speaker clearly.

"Of Harry Potter of course!" Gerard chirped, his smile growing.  Frank sat on the ground and fiddled around with his lip ring, waiting for the answer.

"No, go get it yourself." All that Gerard could hear now was the dial tone.

"We have to go get it…"

---

"I really like having the tour bus.  I mean, we were out there in the mall parking lot for who knows how long, but it was like we were in our own world."

"Oh look!  An electronics store!" Frank picked up his pace, speed walking over to the store and completely ignoring Gerard.  Gerard quickened his pace as well and walked through the door seconds later.

"Part 2 please." Frank asked the nearest saleswoman, a cheesy grin on his face.  Inwardly, he was bursting with happiness that he would finally be able to see the end.

The lady cocked her head, confused.  "Part 2 of what, sir?"

"Harry Potter!  Number 7, part 2!" Frank almost yelled this out loud, annoyed that nobody knew what Gerard and he meant by part 2.  Everyone should know.

A fake sympathy crossed the woman's face.  "Oh, I'm sorry, sir.  We had to take them off of our shelves because it was felt that the rating on the movie was too low.  We have to ship them back tonight on our truck so they can make the rating higher."
Gerard and Frank were in mutual shock.  How could they possibly be making Harry Potter rated R?  That was just ridiculous.

The two silently walked out of the store and sat down on a bench.  Mall goers who were walking by silently wondered what on earth was wrong with the pair, but said nothing. There were too many sales going on today that were just too good to put on hold.

"Gerard, we need to get into that truck."

"What?" Gerard swiveled his head to study Frank to see if he was joking or not.  He wasn't.  "How do you even plan to do that?!"

"Well, we get out of the mall, head to the back where the shipping trucks come in for the stores, find which shipping truck is the one we need, open it, get our movie and book it back to the bus."

"How are we even going to open the truck?" Gerard whispered in case one of the mall cops possibly heard him.

"….I dunno, we'll figure that out when we get there.  C'mon!" Frank pulled Gerard up and towards the nearest exit.

---

"Frank, I don't think this is a good idea." Gerard looked around, expecting to get caught any second.

"I know it's not a good idea, but unless you want to wait forever to see the movie, we gotta do this." Frank continued to tug Gerard along until they came across various trucks.  Unfortunately, they weren't marked with the stores they were shipping to, they were just regular semi-trucks.  "'Sides, wouldn't it be cool to say that we had one of the few copies that said PG-13 on it?"

Gerard nodded, Frank's courage being contagious.  "Okay, let's try this truck." They walked around it a couple of times, trying to find a way to break in.  The back was locked tight with a padlock.  Finally, they tried the doors.  The passenger side was open.

"Here are the keys." Gerard threw them blindly behind him but didn't hear them clank against the ground.  He thought about Frank's catching skill as he climbed out of the front cab and headed to the back where Frank was already working on the lock.

"You would think they'd keep this more secure."

"You would think." Frank grunted as the lock finally broke open.  Together, they pushed the metal door up and climbed up inside, marveling at the lack of boxes.

"There's nothing but underwear in this box." Gerard commented, gently riffling through the women's undergarments in case the movies were located at the bottom.

"This whole truck is nothing but underwear!" Frank exclaimed after they had opened up every single box.

---

Gerard and Frank had managed to go through all the trucks except for one and they were getting more and more worried that it had left early.  They had found all sorts of items, mainly clothing, sometimes music or cell phones, but nothing that looked like Harry Potter.

"Last one.  Cross your fingers." Frank whispered as he popped open the padlock.  They pushed open the door, their arms sore from the motion, and climbed inside.  There wasn't much in this truck either, which they hoped was a good sign.

"Hey, there's Terminator in here!"

"I found SpongeBob!"

"Addams Family…this has to be the truck!"  Their spirits rose and they tore through the boxes, coming across all sorts of different movies, both old and new, until there was only two left.

They both knelt in front of them and looked at each other, a gleam in their eyes.  "One…two…three!"

At three, they ripped and shredded their boxes, coming across The Devil Wears Prada and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2.

Frank grabbed a copy and raised it into the air, feeling victorious.  Gerard soon tackled him into a hug, being cautious of the movie.

---

"Do you think they're going to notice that the boxes were opened?" Gerard asked as he and Frank walked back to the bus arm in arm.

"Naw.  Not until they get to their destination anyways."

"The truck drivers should really learn to not leave their vehicles open.  Anyone could steal things." Gerard shook his head, wondering if the drivers would ever learn their lesson.  He doubted it, but he still had a little bit of hope.

When they opened the door, Mikey, Ray, and Bob were already on the couch, watching an old episode of The Price Is Right, Bob's guilty pleasure.

Frank promptly changed the channel so that the DVD player screen was showing and popped in the disk.

"What took you guys so long?" Mikey asked, a little bit suspicious.

"Um…" Frank blanked on an explanation and looked at Gerard for help.

"They were out so they had to go and get some more from their truck!"  It wasn't too far from the truth, so he didn't feel too bad.  Besides, the rest of them wouldn't have believed him and Frank even if they had told about their adventures.  Gerard sat down, shoving Mikey over a little and causing Ray and Bob to become even more squished than they were before.

Frank looked at the couch for a moment and sat down on Gerard's lap, his customary seat when all of them were watching something.

---

About halfway through the movie, Gerard started grinning.  He came up with one to beat Voldemort and started to poke Frank in the side.

"Nearly Headless Nick."

"But he's dead, Gerard." Frank sighed, already knowing what Gerard was talking about.

"But he's a ghost!  It's like he's alive and invincible!" Gerard grinned, knowing Frank couldn't come up with something.

"The Basilisk was able to paralyze him.  If Voldemort got another basilisk, he would be able to just paralyze Nick, problem solved."

"Guys, will you shut up!" Bob glared at the pair before turning his attention back to the T.V.

"Yeah, Neville's on and you totally interrupted what he said." Mikey added, pouting slightly.

"Nobody cares about Neville, Mikey." Ray commented, rolling his eyes.

Bob made a shushing sound, causing them all to remain silent for the rest of the movie.  That is, until Gerard could come up with someone who was better than Voldemort.