Harry and I angrily walked down Privet Drive, leaving behind our 'home'. We could still hear Marge's screams as she hovered about in the air. We didn't really know where we were going yet, but we knew we needed to desperately cool off. We walked with our trunks bumping along behind us until we reached the park that was several streets away.

"Oh, Harry. What are we going to do?" I worried. I stopped behind him and planted myself on the sidewalk with my trunk set behind me. The ground was cold and wet from the amount of rain we'd received throughout the day, but I was much to upset to care.

"I'm not really sure, Liv." Harry sighed and took a seat beside me. "We can't go to the Weasley's, they're still in Egypt. Hermione and her family were camping last I heard. But, don't worry, we'll figure it out." Harry tried to assure me seeing me in such a distressed state.

"Actually, I more meant about the fact that we are likely expelled from school. We are going into our third year, and we haven't lost control in years. But, that pudgy, pig faced woman, she makes me so mad!I can't believe the things she said." I yelled exasperatedly. "I'm actually surprised we haven't been swooped down upon yet by the Ministry."

"I'm a bit surprised we haven't heard the roar of police vehicles to be arrested." Harry chuckled slightly. I looked over at him and I couldn't help the smile that came over my face. I let out a small snicker, which turned into dull laughter, to full blown belly laughing. Harry and I laughed for a good minute or two until we finally calmed down. "In all seriousness, I wonder how much trouble we are in."

"I don't know." I shook my head. A sudden rustling sound caught Harry and I's attention. "Harry..." I whispered.

The streetlight above us began to flicker in and out. Before finally going dark. Harry and I weren't normally afraid of much, but being two young wizards in a muggle suburb, alone, in the very dark of night, wasn't exactly something I'd say made my mind not panic. We both turned our heads as the playground equipment began to squeak loudly. There was no wind in the brisk night air, and the turntable turned on it's own. The seesaw tilted and the end that was in the air, fell to the ground as if kids were riding it. But there was no one there. The swings moved back and forth on there own.

Harry grabbed my hand and tugged. More rustling occurred and we both turned our heads to the bushes across the street from us. A low growling sound became louder, an a black shaggy dog appeared from the bushes. Harry and I stayed very still as the dog stared at us both almost curiously. It's eyes gleamed in the dark of night. None of us moved, Harry and I had our hands, now on our wands that were inside our jackets. The dog barked causing us both to flick them out of our pockets.

A sudden burst of wind or something seemingly pushed Harry and I both to the ground. We both landed with a soft thud, but what really captured our attention was the low sounding horn that seemed to appear from nowhere. Light's beamed on us brightly and a large, purple, bus, that was three stories high came cruising into view from thin air. It slammed on it's brakes and stopped just in front of us. In bright golden letter's on the front it said: Knight Bus.

As it stopped a tall, creepy looking man, with large protruding ears, a rather pimply face walked off the side. He stood there with his eyes focused on the reading cards he had in his hands.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor for this evening." He tucked the cards in his vest pocket and looked around, before finally looking down and seeing Harry and I. "What choo' doin' down there?"

"We fell over." Harry answered him.

"What choo' fell over for?" Stan asked with a raised brow.

"Well, we didn't do it on purpose." I replied in a annoyed tone.

"Well, come on, then!" Stan gestured to the bus. Harry and I both stood up from the ground and mostly ignored him, to look back around the bus to see if the dog was still there. "Let's not wait for the grass to grow." He said annoyed as well. We looked and there was no longer a dog in the bushes. "What choo' lookin' at?" Stan asked as he appeared behind us.

"Nothing!" Harry and I spoke quickly.

"Well, come on, then. In." Stan ushered us towards the bus steps, but we both reached for our trunks. "Nah, nah, nah. I'll get these. You two get in."

Harry and I both shrugged and walked up the steps to the bus. Stan was grunting behind us as he tried to lift one of our trunks. We slowly walked on the bus and the inside was very strange. It was filled with beds, a few people already on board were in them, snoring away the night. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, dinging gently as it swayed.

"Come on, move on, move on, move on." Stan Shunpike surprised us as he walked onto the bus.

He shoo'd us both forward all the way to the very end. He was breathing heavily after clearly having trouble with our trunks. Harry and I quickly stood in front of a bed on the end. Stan cleared his throat and we looked at him. He held a strange looking box, clicking down a lever and making a ticket appear from it. He did it twice and handed us each one with a great big grin.

I think it was lucky, Harry's hair had grown longer, covering his scar. My strawberry red hair, that was a bit darker now, was pulled back into a pony tail. My hair that would be considered bangs, hung down my face covering my own scar. Normally people were quick to recognize us and I was pretty glad he hadn't.

"Take 'er away, Ern." Stan knocked on the divider window to the driver.

"Yeah! take 'er away, Ernie. It's going to be a bumpy ride!" A shrunken head that spoke with a Jamaican accent hung from the rear view mirror. It cackled and the bus was put into gear by Ernie, an older looked gentlemen with large glasses.

The bus surged forward and we fell backwards onto the bed. It, along with all the other on the bus, began to roll around. I couldn't for the life of me understand how someone could sleep through such a thing. The chandelier swung around fairly violently in the air above us, making us uneasy. We both gathered our strength and sat up better on the beds, etching holding onto a pole. The bus swerved through the night, seemingly invisible.

"What did you two say your names were again?" Stan asked as he had been studying the both of us.

"We didn't." I answered him quickly.

"Well, whereabout's are you 'eaded?" He questioned the both of us curiously.

"The Leaky Cauldron. That's in London." Harry pointed out as held tightly to his pole as we thrashed about the bus.

"Did you 'ere that, Ern? The Leaky Cauldron. That's in London." Stan snickered.

"The Leaky Cauldron." The shrunken head repeated. "Hey, if you have the peas soup, make sure you eat it before it eats you." It stated and then cackled loudly. I scrunched my nose at his words.

"But the Muggles!" Harry called out. "Can't they see us?" I perked up interested at the question. The bus was flying through the streets swerving in and out of vehicles with ease.

"Muggles! They don't see nothin', do they?" Stan scoffed.

"No, but if you jab them wit a fork they feel!" The head cackled again. The bus took a sharp turn down a darker alley. Even though the shrunken head's eyes were sown shut it suddenly shrieked. "Ernie, little old lady at twelve o' clock!"

My eyes widened and I held tightly to the bar on the bed. A little old lady appeared as she walked very slowly across the street with a walker. The bus seemed as though it were going to hit her. But Ernie slammed on the brakes and pulled down an emergency brake. Sending the bus into a sudden stop just before the old lady. My legs lifted off the bed as I held tightly to the pole. Knocking me down towards the floor at the force of the stop. Harry on the other hand, wasn't holding on very tight.

"Ack!" He shouted as his body lifted from the bed and straight into the divider window of the bus. "Oof!" I cringed for him and quickly fumbled to my feet to help him.

"Are you okay!?" I asked quickly as I lifted him from under his arms.

"Fine." He winced and we both stood by the window looking out onto the little old lady we'd miraculously not squashed like a pancake.

"Ten, nine, eight," The shrunken head counted down. "Seven, six, five, four, three, three-and-a-half, two, one-and-three-quarters, Yes!" The head yelled just as the lady was past the bus.

Harry and I both toppled backwards onto the bed once again with small grunts. Stan was standing in front of us, unbothered, just reading a newspaper. The Daily Prophet it was, and the headline was in big, bold, black letters: ESCAPE FROM AZKABAN! The moving picture of the man on the front had a sunken in face, long black matted hair, holding a prison sign and he was screaming. I stared at it and realized he looked somewhat familiar. I wracked my brain, but the only thing that I could think of was that he was mentioned the other night even on the muggles news. I heard something on my way back from the bathroom, but missed most of it.

"Who's that?" I asked curiously. Stan peeked over the paper seeing I was speaking to him. "That man." I pointed. He flipped the paper over and looked at the front page. He gave me a rather confused look.

"Who is that? Who is..." Stan turned the paper around so we could see his face again. "That is Sirius Black, that is." Harry and I both had blank looks on our faces and he appeared to expect us to know who he was. "Don't tell me you've never been 'earing of Sirius Black." We both shook our heads and Stan walked closer to our moving bed. Leaning forward into the both of our faces. "He's a murderer. Got 'imself locked up in Azkaban for it."

"How did he escape?" Harry asked before I could. No one was supposed to be able to escape Azkaban prison.

"Well, that's the question, isn't it?! He's the first one that done it!" He leaned a bit closer and whispered. "He was a big supporter of you-know-who. Reckon you've heard of 'im." Stan smirked.

"Yeah. Him, we've heard of." I sighed.

The bus continued to fly through the streets. We came up on one of the biggest and busier bridges in London. The shrunken head seemed to turn towards the driver Ernie.

"Ernie, two double-deckers at twelve o' clock." He warned. Still the bus kept forward at it's fast speed. "They're getting closer, Ernie. Ernie, they're right on top of us!" The head yelled.

Harry and I grabbed hands in fear, with great wide eyes. The bus slammed it's brakes again and Ernie lifted another lever. Instead of shooting forward it seemed like everything was going in slow motion. Harry and I let go of each other and looked out the windows. I couldn't really tell if the bus was going slower or if the time outside was. But, the bus approached the double-decker buses and suddenly everything began to shrink upwards.

"Mind your heads." The shrunken head said lowly with a laugh. I felt my body stretch upwards as the bus squeezed through the two buses. "Hey, guys! Guys! Why the long faces?" The head started cackling harder at his own joke.

I suddenly felt like I could breath again. The bus lunged forward after squeeze it through the two large buses. It swerved through more traffic and took a harsh turn down another smaller road.

"Yeah, Yeah. Nearly there. Nearly there." The shrunken head explained as we were almost to The Leaky Cauldron.

Unprepared this time, the bus slammed on it's brakes, skidding to a stop just in front of The Leaky Cauldron.

"Ack!" Harry and I both yelled. Our bodies flew off the bed, forward into the divider window. "Ugh." We both groaned.

A car alarm started blaring as we picked ourselves up off the floor of the bus. The Knight Bus had tapped a vehicle sitting in the alley.

"The Leaky Cauldron." Stan announced.

"Next stop, Knockturn Alley." The shrunken head relayed.

Harry and I began to walk towards the end of the bus to get off. Tom, The Inn Keeper, walked on and smiled at us both.

"Ah, Mr. and Miss Potter. At last."

We both looked at each other a bit surprised that they were expecting us. We weren't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. We exited the bus and Stan put our luggage on the ground. Tom grabbed both handles and wheeled them inside. Harry and i looked up, never having entered the Leaky Cauldron from this side before.

"Take 'er away, Ern!" Stan shouted.

"Yeah, take it away, Ernie!" The head copied.

The bus flew off into the night and Tom ushered us both inside, not before waving his wand and making the car alarm stop ringing. He led us inside, which has a few witches and wizards in the pub, and he gestured towards the stairs. He led us down a strange hallway and opened a door. Inside we both noticed first our Owl's who we'd let out before we left, sitting on a perch. Hedwig and Arwen both chirped happily at the sight of us.

"Arwen!" I smiled happily and walked over to her.

"Hedwig!" Harry walked over to, just as happy.

"Right smart bird's you got there, Mr. and Miss Potter." A voice said as we pet our owl's feathers. I turned to see the voice had come from Cornelius Fudge, The Minister of Magic. Harry told me all about how he'd seen him while hiding under our dad's cloak in Hagrid's Hut last year while I was petrified. "They arrived here just five minutes before yourselves." He cleared his throat making Harry turn to look at him too. I gulped slightly knowing the reason he must be here was because we were in trouble. Tom shoved us forward towards the desk the minister was using as he gazed out the window.

"As the Minister for Magic, it is my duty to inform the both of you, Mr. Potter, Miss Potter, that earlier this evening, your Uncle's sister was located a little south of Sheffield, circling a chimney stack." The Minister explained while Tom offered the both of us food from a tray as he made us sit down in a couple of chairs. Harry and I both declined quickly. "The Accidental Magic Reversal Department was dispatched immediately. She had been properly punctured and her memory modified. She will have no recollection of the incident, whatsoever." He turned towards us both a smiled. "So, that's that... and no harm done. Pea soup?"

"No, thank you." We shook our heads quickly after heading the warning the Shrunken Head had given us.

"Uhm, Minister?" I asked softly as my voice unstuck from my throat.

"Yes?"

"I'm a bit confused and I'm not sure I understand. Aren't you going to punish us? Expel us? We broke the law. Underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic at home. Specially in front of muggles." I pointed out. It wasn't like I wanted to get in trouble, but I was indeed curious. Harry tapped my foot with his and gave me a glare, but I ignored him.

"Oh, come now, Olivia. The Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts." Cornelius chuckled and Tom laughed like a donkey. "I'm sure, Olivia, and you, Harry. Are both curious about your Aunt and Uncle as well? Well, they are indeed quite furious. But they have agreed to take you back next summer as long as you agree to stay at Hogwarts during Christmas and Easter holiday's."

"We always stay at Hogwarts during breaks." Harry said through gritted teeth. "It's not like we want to ever go back there."

"Yes, well, I'm sure you'll feel differently once you've calmed down." Fudge said appearing a bit nervous. "They are your only family after all... But, on the other hand, running away like that, given the state of things, was very, very irresponsible." He scolded us as he walked around our chairs.

"The state of things, sir?" Harry asked curiously.

"We have a killer on the loose."

"Sirius Black, you mean?" Harry furrowed his brows.

"But what's he got to do with us?" I asked. My question seemed to make the Minister uneasy so he just laughed.

"Oh, nothing, of course, dear girl. You're both safe, and that's what matters. The both of you will spend the last three weeks of your holiday, here at The Leaky Cauldron. Tom, will show you both to your rooms." Fudge explained as he made his way back to the desk. Tom made the both of us stand and we were almost to the door when he spoke one last time. "Oh and Harry, Olivia? It would be best if you didn't wonder. You're free to stay within Diagon Alley, but before dark each night you must be here at the inn. Tom, will be keeping an eye on you."

We both nodded slowly, a bit confused as to why, but at least we weren't being made to go home.

"Hedwig."

"Arwen."

We called out for our owl's and they flew to our arms. Tom led us to rooms 11 and 12. We couldn't have possibly been any happier to be here with so much freedom to roam.