NO ONE POV

Dinner that night was a very enjoyable affair. Tom the innkeeper put three tables together in the parlour, and the seven Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione ate their way through five delicious courses.

"How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?" asked Fred as they dug into a sumptuous chocolate pudding.

"The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr Weasley.

Everyone looked up at him.

"Why?" said Percy curiously.

"It's because of you, Perce," said George seriously. "And there'll be little flags on the hoods, with HB on them--"

"-- for Humongous Bighead," said Fred.

Everyone except Percy and Mrs Weasley snorted into their pudding.

"Why is the Ministry providing cars, Father?" Percy asked again, in a dignified voice.

"Well, as we haven't got one anymore," said Mr Weasley, "and as I work there, they're doing me a favour..."

His voice was casual, but Harry couldn't help noticing that Mr Wesley's ears had gone red, just like Ron's did when he was under pressure.

"Good thing, too," said Mrs Weasley briskly. "Do you realize how much luggage you've all got between you? A nice sight you'd be on the Muggle Underground...You are all packed, aren't you?"

"Ron hasn't put all his new things in his trunk yet," said Percy, in a long-suffering voice. "He's dumped them on my bed."

"You'd better go and pack properly, Ron, because we won't have much time in the morning," Mrs Weasley called down the table. Ron scowled at Percy.

Y/N sips her tea as she watches the family argue.

After dinner, everyone felt very full and sleepy. One by one they made their way upstairs to their rooms to check their things for the next day. Ron and Percy were next doors to Harry. He had just closed and locked his own trunk when he heard angry voices through the wall, and went to see what was going on.

The door of number twelve was ajar and Percy was shouting.

"It was here, on the bedside table, I took it off for polishing --"

"I haven't touched it, all right?" Ron roared back.

"What's up?" said Harry.

"My Head Boy badge is gone," said Percy, rounding on Harry.

"So's Scabbers's Rat Tonic," said Ron, throwing things out of his trunk to look. "I think I might've left it in the bar --"

"You're not going anywhere till you've found my badge!" yelled Percy.

"I'll get Scabbers's stuff, I'm packed," Harry said to Ron, and he went downstairs.

Harry was halfway along the passage to the bar, which was now very dark when he heard another pair of angry voices coming from the parlour and he saw Y/N, Y/N turned around and signals him not to make any noise. He stood behind her and listen to the conversation too.

A second later, he recognized them as Mr and Mrs Weasleys. He hesitated, not wanting them to know he'd heard them arguing when the sound of his own name made him stop, then move closer to the parlour door.

"...makes no sense to tell him," Mr Weasley was saying heatedly. "Harry's got a right to know. I've tried to tell Fudge, but he insists on treating Harry like a child. He's thirteen years old and --"

"Arthur, the truth would terrify him!" said Mrs Weasley shrilly. "Do you really want to send Harry back to school with that hanging over him? For heaven's sake, he's happy not knowing!"

"I don't want to make him miserable, I want to put him on his guard!" retorted Mr Weasley. "You know what Harry and Ron are like, wandering off by themselves -- they've ended up in the Forbidden Forest twice! But Harry mustn't do that this year! When I think what could have happened to him that night he ran away from home! If the Knight Bus hadn't picked him up, I'm prepared to bet he would have been dead before the Ministry found him."

"But he's not dead, he's fine, so what's the point --"

"Molly, they say Sirius Black's mad, and maybe he is, but he was clever enough to escape from Azkaban, and that's supposed to be impossible. It's been three weeks, and no one's seen hide nor hair of him, and I don't care what Fudge keeps telling the Daily Prophet, we're no nearer catching Black than inventing self-spelling wands. The only thing we know for sure is what Black's after --"

"But Harry will be perfectly safe at Hogwarts."

"We thought Azkaban was perfectly safe. If Black can break out of Azkaban, he can break into Hogwarts."

"But no one's really sure that Black's after Harry --"

There was a thud on wood, and Harry was sure Mr Weasley had banged his fist on the table.

"Molly, how many times do I have to tell you? They didn't report it in the press because Fudge wanted it kept quiet, but Fudge went out to Azkaban the night Black escaped. The guards told Fudge that Blacks had been talking in his sleep for a while now. Always the same words: "He's at Hogwarts...he's at Hogwarts." Black is deranged, Molly, and he wants Harry dead. If you ask me, he thinks murdering Harry will bring You-Know-Who back to power. Black lost everything the night Harry stopped You-Know-Who, and he's had twelve years alone in Azkaban to brood on that..."

There was a silence. Harry leaned still closer to the door, desperate to hear more.

"Well, Arthur, you must do what you think is right. But you're forgetting Albus Dumbledore. I don't think anything could hurt Harry at Hogwarts while Dumbledore's Headmaster. I suppose he knows about all this?"

"Of course he knows. We had to ask him if he minds the Azkaban guards stationing themselves around the entrances to the school grounds. He wasn't happy about it, but he agreed."

"Not happy? Why shouldn't he be happy, if they're there to catch Black?"

"Dumbledore isn't fond of the Azkaban guards," said Mr Weasley heavily. "Nor am I, if it comes to that...but when you're dealing with a wizard-like Black, you sometimes have to join forces with those you'd rather avoid."

"If they save Harry --"

"Then I will never say another word against them, said Mr Weasley wearily. "It's late, Molly, we'd better go up..."

"But, how about Y/N? How about that poor child? She doesn't even know why Black wants to get her! Oh my poor Y/N." Mrs Weasley yelled and cries.

"We don't really know why he wants her either, but according to the research, Y/N and the person he likes has the same name. And even worse they look the same."

"Are you talking about the girl who was with them before? The one that was with his brother? The one that Harry's father and his other friends kept bugging every time she's with Black's younger brother?"

"Yes, that girl."

"I didn't clearly see her face at that time when we were in Hogwarts but seeing Y/N now. She really does look like that girl." Mr Weasley.

"It seems like you got a stalker..." Harry's whispers on Y/N right ear as his breath touches her ear and her neck, chills run down her spine. She turned around and their faces were close.

"Don't do that." Y/N whispers.

"Do what? This?" Harry got closer to her ear again "are you talking about this?" harry's whispers at her ear as his breath blows her ear and neck.

Y/N eyes widen as she pushed him away.

"St-stop it." Y/N looks at him, blushing mess.

Y/N heard chairs move. As quietly as she could, she grabbed Harry's hand and hurried down the passage to the bar and out of sight. The parlour door opened, and a few seconds later footsteps told her that Mr and Mrs Weasley were climbing the stairs.

The bottle of rat tonic was lying under the table they had sat at earlier. Harry and Y/N waited until they heard Mr and Mrs Wesley's bedroom door close, then headed back upstairs with the bottle.

Fred and George were crouching in the shadows on the landing, heaving with laughter as they listened to Percy dismantling his and Ron's room in search of his badge.

"We've got it," Fred whispered to Harry. "We've been improving it."

The badge now read Bighead Boy.

Harry forced a laugh, went to give Ron the rat tonic, then shut himself in his room and lay down on his bed.

Y/N went back to her room, as she got ready to bed. She laid down and stared at the ceiling. "My moods are going up and down, it's not my menstruation... it's like my true personality is trying to break free," she spoke to herself.

She sighed as she started to fall asleep, her body shifting again... time travel, she can't control her power still.

"Y/N?"

Y/N woke up and she found herself in someone's bed, she looked saw Regulus Black. Sitting up in the bed she's laying down. She is on his right side bed.

Her eyes widened from shock and scream but Regulus covered her mouth "Y/N! We are in the boys' dorm!" Regulus whispers.

But then a loud bang was heard, the door was burst open. It was his older brother, Sirius Black along with his friends.

"Regulus?! What happened?! Are you alright?!- it's that girl! I'm quite surprised you made a move already brother-" but then Remus Lupin smacked his head.

Remus went closer to the bed and went to her side, he kneeled down on one knee and grabbed her hand "this is the boy's dormitory, especially the Slytherins. Why are you here?" asked Remus.

"I... uh, I don't really know. All I remember was I was at my own room then I opened my eyes because I felt someone move next to me." Y/N explained.

The boys nodded, "but I think it's safe for you guys to get out here because, just like what Remus said, we are at the Slytherins dorm. And you guys are Gryffindors, we have to go." Y/N stood up.

She turned to Regulus "my apologise, appearing here out of nowhere." she courtesy at him, "It's alright Y/N, I am sorry for scaring you too. " said Regulus.

"I shall take my leave now, goodbye." Y/N smiled at the boys and left the room.

But then she heard someone called out her name and it was James, he grabbed her hand pulling her closer to her "Hey, I just wanna say sorry also from last time. And your name is Y/N? Nice name." he smiles.

'Oh for Goddess sake, Y/N. Do not fall for that.' Y/N thought to herself.

"Thanks." Y/N smiles back.

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As the Hogwarts Express bleats its horn, we crane over the milling horde of students. Parents hurry their children onboard, tiny siblings wave goodbyes... and MrWeasley dashes through the throng and up to an open train window.

"Ron!" Mrs Weasley yelled as she hands Scabbers through the open window to him.

The aisle teems with students. Y/N, Harry, Ron and Hermione work their way down the aisle, looking for an empty compartment.

"I didn't mean to blow her up. I just..." troubled by the memory ".. lost control."

"Brilliant!" Said Ron.

"Honestly, Ron, it's not funny. Harry's lucky he wasn't expelled."

"I still think it was brilliant."

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! A copy of The Monster Book of monsters scuttles crab-like down the aisle, pursued by Neville Longbottom "Hi, Y/N. Harry. Ron. Hermione." he smiles at us.

"Hi, Neville." The four students smiled.

As he bumps past, Hermione nods to a compartment. "C'mon. We're in here," said Hermione.

As they slip inside, they find a man in shabby robes slumped against the window, asleep. He looks ill, exhausted. The trio eyes him warily.

"Who d'you reckon he is?" whispers Ron.

" Professor R.J. Lupin," said Hermione.

"You know everything. How is she knows everything?" Ron whispers the last sentence to Y/N."It's on his case." She points. Stamped in peeling letters on a battered case is "Professor R.J. Lupin."

"Wait... did you just say Lupin...."

'Oh, Goddess... It's Remus."

"Is he really asleep?" asked Harry.

"Seems to be. Why? What is it,Harry?" Y/N asked.

"Close the doors."

Hermione, Ron exchange a curious glance, then Ronrises, slides the door shut.

Storm clouds, like dark ghosts, toss sheets of rain ontothe scarlet engine as it heads north. Ron and Hermione stare at Harry face stricken in thelantern light that now glows in the compartment.Crookshanks slumbers in his cage.

"Let me get this straight. SiriusBlack escaped from Azkaban to comeafter you two?" said Ron.

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"Harry, you know you shouldn't have said that. There is someone who we don't know-" 'But I do' "-is here with us, what if he's just pretending to be sleeping?" Y/N pointed at the sleeping person.

"Y/N is telling the truth... it is a bit risky just to say that like that, your lives are on the line." Hermione holds Y/N.

"But they'll catch Black, won'tthey? I mean... eventually? Because Y/N's- your lives are on the line, and I don't want you two to die." Hermione continues.

"That's true, Harry. I hope Black get captured soon." Ron agrees as he grabbed Y/N other hands.