Y/Ns POV

It's been a long summer. I pretty much spent it like I did last summer, writing letters to my friends.

Harry sounds like he's going crazy over at the Dursley's. He writes to me every once in a while to voice his frustrations with his horrible family. I even tried to call him a few times, but every time I did, his fatarse uncle would tell me that Harry was not at home.

I wonder if there is some way I can break him out like we did last summer?

As for Ron, he's in Egypt right now with his family. Mr. Weasley had won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw and as a result of that, he won a vacation to Egypt.

Ron had written me every now and then to talk about his adventures. His family is going to be buying him a new wand at Ollivanders, and Percy was to be named the new Gryffindor Head Boy.

Wonderful, Percys going to be even more insufferable.

And then there was Hermione, we had written each other every day, just like always. She was currently in France with her family for vacation and for some reason, decided to rewrite her entire History of Magic essay once again, but this time it includes witchcraft facts based on French folklore.

Doing school work on vacation, typical Hermione Granger.

I always awaited her letters everyday. Honestly receiving her letters is becoming the highlight of my day. Ever since I confessed to her last year while she was petrified, I couldn't get her out of my head.

Yes, i can't deny any longer that I have developed feelings for my best friend. She's really cute, smart, and friendly. She's always been there for me just like how I am always there for her. She really is an amazing person.

I wonder if she could feel the same?

In terms of what I've been doing this summer? Not really a whole lot. I've been working around the house and doing odd jobs, I play Quidditch every once in a while. I can't complain, it's a simple life.

I also have been coming to terms on me being the Heir of both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. My Uncle told me that I do have certain abilities that have been passed down to me that other wizards and witches don't have. I suppose I'm going to be learning a lot more about said abilities in this upcoming school year and maybe even further. I'm pretty excited.

Before I knew it, my fourteenth birthday had arrived. Ron had given me some sort of wooden Egyptian locket he had received on his trip that resembled Horus, an Egyptian god symbolizing power and quintessence. I had also received a set of gobstones from him as well.

Harry had sent me a few chocolate frogs as well as a pair of omnoculars for quidditch.

My Uncle had given me a Walkman, which I was very thankful for as I've been getting more into different types of bands, like Queen and the Beatles.

Hermione had given me a stamped book from a bookstore called Shakespeare and Company that was located in Paris. Along with some photos of some buildings that her and her family visited.

Inside the parcel, was a letter from Hermione. I opened it and read.

Dear Y/N,

Happy birthday! I hope we can celebrate properly when we all meet up in London when the school year begins! You are coming right?

Anyways, I really hope you like your gift. The book I got you was from this amazing bookstore in Paris. It's about two lovers in fair Verona and it happens to be one of my favorite Muggle stories.

I miss you so much and I can't wait to see you soon.

Love, Hermione

I blushed as I read the letter. God I miss her so much. I'll have to read the book as soon as I can. If not right this second.

I received some more gifts from others as well. Mum had given me a few books which I was very thankful for, including one on learning how to become an animagus. Hagrid had given me some of his famous rock cakes, which are actual rocks and not edible in any way. But I was grateful nonetheless.

A few days later, I received a letter from Harry. Much like his usual letters this summer, with him going crazy living with his Aunt and Uncle. Although this time, he seems to have just about had it and if given the chance, he would stupefy his family into oblivion.

I think it's time for another prison break like last year.

I showed the letter to my Uncle, and surprisingly, he had agreed with me that somebody had to retrieve Harry from the Dursley's.

The next day came around and I was set to go retrieve Harry from the Dursley's and take him to the Leaky Cauldron, where we would stay for the rest of the summer holidays.

Honestly, I'm surprised my Uncle is letting me off the leash for this. It feels really nice.

I had packed my truck with all of my school things and it was to be apparated into a room at the Leaky Cauldron.

I stuffed my wand into my pocket along with a few galleons and sickles, and my new Walkman that I had received for my birthday. I plopped Gracie on my shoulder as she was going to be joining me in retrieving Harry.

I bid my Uncle farewell as I took a handful of flop powder and made my way to Privet Drive.

When I arrived, the sun was already setting in Sussex. As I walked down the dimly lit street, I pulled out my Walkman, put my headphones in, and started to play "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen.

"Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality."

"Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me."

As I continued to walk down the street, I noticed Gracie gazing into the night sky at something floating. I took out my headphones and heard a lady's screaming.

Up in the sky was a middle aged woman blown up like a balloon. Thats something you don't see everyday.

A/N: this scene was always so funny to me

Jesus Christ Harry, what did you do?

I continued to walk down the street towards 4 Privet Drive. I arrived and was about to knock, the door flew open to reveal the face of one pissed off Harry Potter with his trunk in hand.

As soon as he realized it was me, his face turned to a look of surprise.

"Y/N?" He asked. "What are you doing here?"

Behind him was Harry's Uncle. He looked very upset and was yelling and cursing about how his sister was the victim of a spell.

She must have been the one who Harry used the spell on.

"Came to save you from this hellhole." I smirked. "You blow up any Aunts by chance?" I said as he laughed.

Vernon than made his way over to the door, fuming with anger, "COME BACK HERE! COME BACK IN HERE AND PUT HER RIGHT!"

Harry kicked his trunk open, pulled out his wand and pointed it at his Uncle.

"She deserved it." Harry said while breathing very fast. "She got what she deserved. Now you keep away from me!"

Harry picked up his trunk and made his way to the door.

"I'm going." He said. "I've had enough."

He barreled his way down the dark street, rolling his heavy trunk behind him, leaving me and Gracie on the porch.

I turned back to Vernon with a cocky smile.

"Hiya Dursley!" I said as he glared at me. "Good seeing you."

He ran up to me fuming. Before he could reach me, I slammed the door in his face and went on to follow Harry.

Fatarse.

"So what in the hell was going on back there?" I asked Harry, a bit out of breath.

"My Uncles sister came to visit. She's a vile woman who said nasty things about my parents." He said as his face fell.

"I lost my cool, I couldn't control it."

We didn't discuss the topic any further as we made our way further down the long, dark street.

"It's good to see you." Harry said.

"Likewise mate." I replied as he smiled. "Happy birthday by the way."

We continued to walk along the dim street. I talked about my summer and listened to Harry vent about his Aunt and Uncle.

"God." Harry sighed. "I broke the underage magic rule. I'm going to be expelled."

"I doubt it." I replied. "You're Harry Potter for Christ's sake."

Suddenly, there was a rustling in the bushes in front of us. I narrowed my eyes to figure out the sound and saw, quite distinctively, a big creature with very big, gleaming eyes. Right next to the creature was a large bird, who had its eyes fixated on me in particular.

We stepped back, startled by the creatures growling. Harry stepped back too far however, and tripped over his trunk.

That was very strange.

We didn't question it any further, but I kept peeking towards the bush every now and then out of the corner of my eyes. But nothing was there. Was I just seeing things?

I don't know.

"What're we going to do?" Harry said sadly.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We're stranded."

"We just wait for the bus." I replied.

My Uncle had told me about the Knight Bus, an emergency transport for stranded wizards and witches.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked. "You're talking nonsense."

And right on cue, a triple decker, bright, neon purple bus appeared out of thin air. Gold lettering embroidered the windscreen spelling, The Knight Bus.

"Told you b*tch." I smirked while approaching the bus doors.

A conductor in a purple uniform leapt out of the bus and spoke very loudly.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick your wand hand out, step on board and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve-"

Stan stopped abruptly as he caught sight of Harry on the ground.

"What are you doin down there?" He asked.

"Fell over." Harry replied as I helped him up.

"Whatchu fall over for?" Stan sniggered.

"He didn't do it on purpose." I said annoyingly.

There was another rustling sound coming from the bushes. We turned quickly to look but unfortunately there was nothing there.

"Watchu lookin at?" Stan asked looking in the direction of the bushes.

"There was a big black thing." Harry said. "Kind of like a dog...but massive..."

"Shut up." I muttered. I don't really trust Stan and I don't think he'd be too keen to learn about a shadow figure with big, gleaming eyes.

"I know you lot, don't I?" Stan questioned. "Choo look familiar."

"Don't think so." Harry said.

"Woss your name?" Stan persisted.

"Blaise Zabini." I said using the first name I could think of.

"Neville Longbottom." Harry followed up. "You said this bus can take us anywhere?"

"Yep." Stand said proudly. "Anywhere you like, long as it's on land. Can't do nuffink underwater."

"How much to get to the Leaky Cauldron?" I asked.

"Eleven sickles." Stan said. "But for firteen you get 'ot chocolate, and for fifteen you get an 'ot-water bottle an' a toofbrush in the color of your choice."

I shoved some silver into Stans hand for both me and Harry's ride, and went onto the bus.

"You 'ave this one." Stan whispered, shoving Harry's trunk underneath a bed right behind the driver. "And you, there." He pointed to a bed right next to Harry's."

"Cheers mate."

"This is our driver, Ernie Prang. This is Neville Longbottom and Blaise Zabini, Ern." Stan continued as he made his way to the front of the bus.

Ernie was an elderly looking man who wore very thick glasses. He nodded to both us as me and Harry sat nervously on our beds.

'Take 'er away, Ern,' Stan said.

The bus started with a tremendous BANG, Gracie shrieked as we were thrown backwards by the speed of the bus.

The bus continued on its way, bowling down completely different streets and making a few stops along the way to pick up more passengers.

I'm clearly not a big fan of wizardring transportation.

On our way to the Leaky Cauldron, Stan had outspread a copy of the Daily Prophet with a picture of a man on the front, looking deranged and insane.

"That man!" Harry exclaimed. "He was on the Muggle news."

Stan turned to the front page and chuckled.

"Sirius Black." He said nodding. "Course 'e was on the Muggle news, Neville. Where you been?"

I asked Stan for the newspaper. As he gladly handed it over to me, I read it over quickly.

"Scary-lookin' fing, inee?" Stan said.

"He murdered thirteen people?" I asked.

"Yep. In front of witnesses an' all. Broad daylight. Big trouble it caused, dinnit Ern?"

"Ar," Ern said darkly.

Stan swiveled in his armchair to get a better look of us.

"Black woz a big supporter of You-Know-'Oo," He said in a whisper.

"What, Voldemort?" Harry asked.

Stans eyes widened as the Knight Bus came to a stop.

"You outta your tree?" Stan yelped. "Whatchu say 'is name for?!"

"Sorry." Harry said hastily. "Sorry I-I forgot-"

"It's fine Harry." I said reassuringly. "We're here anyways."

Harry and I retrieved his belongings, and my very traumatized cat as we made our way off the bus.

It wasn't long until we had entered the Leaky Cauldron that we heard the bus speed off.

Tom the innkeeper welcomed us and ushered us up the stairs as if he expected our arrival. My things were already here, so I shouldn't be too surprised.

We were then ushered into a room where figure stood in the shadows.

"Ah there you are boys! I've been expecting your arrival!" The figure said.

This was the voice of Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic.