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"Sirius Black, huh."

I flip the daily prophet, and it seems like he escaped the Azkaban.

BLACK STILL AT LARGE
Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today.
"We are doing all we can to recapture Black," said the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, "and we beg the magical community to remain calm."
Fudge has been criticized by some members of the International Federation of Warlocks for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis.
"Well, really, I had to, don't you know," said an irritable Fudge. "Black is mad. He's a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Minister's assurance that he will not breathe a word of Black's true identity to anyone. And let's face it -- who'd believe him if he did?"
While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse.

Murdered thirteen people? That's not a lot at all.

"A follower of no-nose? Pfftt." I continued reading the paper.

I shook my head, sighed and placed the paper on my table. I stared out of my window. "The students will be coming here soon..."

I closed my eyes to take a nap, soon after, I fell asleep.

"Come on now, Sirius! Quick!"

I immediately opened my eyes. I'm in the Hogwarts hallway.

"How in the bloody world-"

But someone bumps into me, causing us two falls—them on top of me.

"Well, hello there, Pretty Lady."

A guy with glasses smirked at me, and he looked like Harry.

"James! Are you alright- who's this pretty girl?"

His friends came, three of them. One with long black hair, blonde and brown.

"Um, could you get off me? This is annoying me right now."

"Oh! My bad, I'm sorry. I never saw you around here. Are you new?" James asked.

"That can't be, in the middle of the school year? Isn't that a bit weird?" The blonde guy says.

"Peter, stop it. Let the pretty girl explain herself." The long hair guy winked at me.

"Who are you all? WAIT, what year are we in right now?" I asked.

The four of them looked at each other "1975, why? Oh and my name is Peter" The blonde guy said, and it turns out his name is Peter.

"Oh, shoot. This can't be." Not again, I went back in the past.

"My name is James, this is Sirius and Remus and of course he said his name already, but his name is Peter." James introduced himself and his friends.

"Can I maybe ask for your first and last names?" I asked.

"Potter, James Potter."

"Lupin, Remus Lupin."

"Pettigrew, Peter Pettigrew."

"Black, Sirius Black."

Oh, Goddess no...

"Oh lord. Not again." I sighed in annoyance and ruffles my hair.

"I have to go." I courtesy at them and was about to run but Sirus and James grabbed each of my hands.

Oh please no. THIS IS HARRY'S FATHER COME ON.

"Wait, are you may be new here?" James asked.

"Uh... I got lost. I live deep in the forest. I'm not even real, so I think it's better for you two to let go of me if you don't want a war between my species and yours, lords. I have to go or else they'll get mad." that sounds a bit real but it's all bull crap.

"But-"

"PLEASE, I DO NOT WANT A WAR!"

They jumped a bit and their eyes widened due to my outburst out of nowhere, I yanked my hands away from theirs. I grip my dress and run to prevent myself from falling.

FALLING ALSO FROM THOSE FOUR GUYS.

Oh dear lord, we do not want this to happen, "How in the world are they good looking when they were young!"

But then I accidentally bump into someone again, "I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" I nodded.

This guy looks like Sirus Black...

"My name is Regulus Black, I am so sorry."

"No no, it's alright." I bowed and continued to run.

"WAIT! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!" He yelled.

"CALL ME Y/N!" I turned around and yelled, I smiled at him as he did the same thing.

I waved goodbye to him and continued running away, I closed my eyes for a sec and saw myself in my room.

"Oh thank Goddess." I collapse to the floor as I try to catch my breath.

But then someone burst into my room breaking my door, it was aunt Minnie. My eyes widen "Y/N! We've been calling your name for thirty minutes by now, you weren't answering. So I had no choice but to break in." said aunt Minnie.

"O-oh.. but auntie, you don't have to break my door. What did my door ever do to you." I awkwardly point at my door on the floor.

"Go to the Leaky Cauldron, the Weasley will be there and Harry. You can go buy your materials too." after that, she left me.

"I was gone for thirty minutes?" I said to myself.

I put on my, I grabbed some socks that go all the way to my knee. I brushed my hair and stared at myself from the mirror.

"You still look the same." I shook my head.

I changed really, looked more a bit mature.

~~~~

No one pov

"What is it? You know you could come to the castle instead. It is a bit bother to ask me to go here." Y/N crossed her legs as she took a sip of the tea and looked out the window not even bothering to look at him.

"My apologies about that, Dumbledore," said Cornelius Fudge.

"Hmm," she responded.

"I would like to talk about Black-"

"And why does this involve me?" she glared at him.

Fudge swallowed his saliva.

"We-well, we think he's coming for Harry and you."

"Like I said Minister Cornelius Fudge, why does this have me involved?" she asked angrily.

"Because he was mentioning your name a lot before back in the days in Hogwarts. Of course, we think it's someone who has the same name as you but we want to keep you safe just in case he goes after you since you have the same name like the girl he kept talking about-"

"I do not NEED any help from anyone, I can take care of myself and more importantly..." she stood up from her seat and went up to him.

"I do not need any help from a man or from Minister of Magic." Y/N gave him a treating look as if he could feel himself wetting his pants.

"Bu-but."

"He's here!" The door burst open, Stan leapt onto the pavement beside them.

"What didja call Neville, Minister?" he said excitedly.

Fudge, a portly little man in a long, pinstriped cloak, looked cold and exhausted.

"Neville?" he repeated, frowning. "This is Harry Potter."

"I knew it!" Stan shouted gleefully. "Ern! Ern! Guess 'oo Neville is, Ern! 'E's 'Arry Potter! I can see 'is scar!"

But then Stan looked at Y/N "it-it's Y/N Dumbledore!" he pointed at her.

"It's rude to point at people." Y/N frown.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Harry asked.

Y/N looked at him up and down, checking him. 'he changed, got taller and matured.'

'wow...' Harry thought as he stares at Y/N.

"Well, I'm very glad the Knight Bus picked Harry up, but he and I need to step inside the Leaky Cauldron now..." said Fudge.

Fudge increased the pressure on Harry's shoulder, and Harry found himself being steered inside the pub. A stooping figure bearing a lantern appeared through the door behind the bar. It was Tom, the wizened, toothless landlord.

"You've got him, Minister!" said Tom. "Will you be wanting anything? Beer? Brandy?"

"Perhaps a pot of tea," said Fudge, who still hadn't let go of Harry.

There was a loud scraping and puffing from behind them, and Stan and Ern appeared, carrying Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage and looking around excitedly.

"'Ow come you di'n't tell us 'oo you are, eh, Neville?" said Stan, beaming at Harry, while Ernie's owlish face peered interestedly over Stan's shoulder.

"And a private parlour, please, Tom," said Fudge pointedly.

"'Bye," Harry said miserably to Stan and Ern as Tom beckoned Fudge toward the passage that led from the bar.

Y/N looked at him and nodded.

"'Bye, Neville! Bye, Y/N!" called Stan.

"I do not like that." Y/N shook her head.

"Anyway, I have told Y/N-" but Y/N glared at him "-Dumbledore about the reason why you two are here," said Fudge.

"Sit down, Harry," said Fudge, indicating a chair by the fire.

Harry sat down next to Y/N, feeling goosebumps rising up his arms despite the glow of the fire. Fudge took off his pinstriped cloak and tossed it aside, then hitched up the trousers of his bottle-green suit and sat down opposite Harry.

"I am Cornelius Fudge, Harry. The Minister of Magic."

Harry already knew this, of course; he had seen Fudge once before, but as he had been wearing his father's Invisibility Cloak at the time, Fudge wasn't to know that.

Tom the innkeeper reappeared, wearing an apron over his nightshirt and bearing a tray of tea and crumpets. He placed the tray on a table between Fudge and Harry and left the parlour, closing the door behind him.

Soon enough he told Harry about Sirius Black and told him that he and Y/N should be careful.

"Well, Harry," said Fudge, pouring out tea, "you've had us all in a right flap, I don't mind telling you. Running away from your aunt and uncle's house like that! I'd started to think...but you're safe, and that's what matters."

Fudge buttered himself a crumpet and pushed the plate toward Harry.

"Eat, Harry, you look dead on your feet. Now then...You will be pleased to hear that we have dealt with the unfortunate blowing-up of Miss Marjorie Dursley. Two members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Department were dispatched to Privet Drive a few hours ago. Miss Dursley has been punctured and her memory has been modified. She has no recollection of the incident at all. So that's that, and no harm done."

"You blew your aunt up?" Y/N scoff while smirking.

Fudge smiled at Harry over the rim of his teacup, rather like an uncle surveying a favourite nephew. Harry, who couldn't believe his ears, opened his mouth to speak, couldn't think of anything to say, and closed it again.

"Ah, you're worried about the reaction of your aunt and uncle?" said Fudge. "Well, I won't deny that they are extremely angry, Harry, but they are prepared to take you back next summer as long as you stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas and Easter holidays."

Harry unstuck his throat.

"I always stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas and Easter holidays," he said, "and I don't ever want to go back to Privet Drive."

"Now, now, I'm sure you'll feel differently once you've calmed down," said Fudge in a worried tone. "They are your family, after all, and I'm sure you are fond of each other -- er -- very deep down."

It didn't occur to Harry to put Fudge right. He was still waiting to hear what was going to happen to him now.

"So all that remains," said Fudge, now buttering himself a second crumpet, "is to decide where you're going to spend the last two weeks of your vacation. I suggest you take a room here at the Leaky Cauldron and..."

"Hang on," blurted Harry. "What about my punishment?"

Fudge blinked. "Punishment?"

"What are you, masochistic?" Y/N laughed.

Harry blushed and looked away from her "I broke the law!" Harry said. "The Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry!"

"Oh, my dear boy, we're not going to punish you for a little thing like that!" cried Fudge, waving his crumpet impatiently. "It was an accident! We don't send people to Azkaban just for blowing up their aunts!"

"Or is it because he's Harry Potter." Y/N adjusted her seat and looked at Fudge raising her left eyebrow.

Fudge agusted his collar and cleared his throat "eehh, just as I expected. Fa.vou.rit.ism" she smirks, the tension of the room became heavy.

"Young la-lady it is not polite to talk to someone older-"

"But isn't rather rude to have favouritism? What if it's someone else? Someone no one knows, low in noble rank in the wizard world. I'm sure you'll punish the poor child even if they are a mere kid probably 11 years old."

"Y/N-"

"Shut it."

"Won't you... right?" her eyes went red and her hair went all white.

Harry's and Fudge's eyes widen.

But then someone burst in the room and it was Tom.

"Your rooms are ready, also dear child Y/N."

Y/N eyes became normal again and her hair but not the white hair, it was still there. "yes?" she turned around to him and smiled.

They felt something wrong with their eyes, it seems like when she smiled flowers bloom and the mood was lighten up as if nothing happened.

Fudge and Tom felt like they saw a goddess, while Harry's heart is beating fast.

"Y-your grandfather told me to give you a room here too, you'll be staying here with Harry."

"Alright, thank you for telling me." she smiled.

As soon Tom left, the mood went back to intimidating.