“I’m telling you, I don’t know how it happened,” Bethany Turner said as Jacquelyn-Claire Ritterwolff glared at her. “It was just a freak accident.”
“Hmmm,” Jacquelyn frowned as she stared at the car, or what remained of her car. The was blood all over it, as if Bethany had stuck an animal in the accident. Only it wasn’t animal blood; it was human blood. As in, Bethany had run over a human.
“And you’re a terrible driver,” Jacquelyn snapped as she glared at the car. “This is not going to look good when the tabloids find out that you ran over someone.”
“I know,” said Bethany. “Too bad we don’t know who that person is.”
“Yeah, and that too,” said Jacquelyn.
Several hours earlier…
Harry Potter smiled as he watched Albus-Severus Potter boarding the train to Hogwarts. He knew that his second son was going to make a name for himself. He was so busy watching the train that he didn’t notice a car coming towards him.
The last thing he heard was Ginny’s scream.
Prompt #5: A story set in London.