Hi, so I've decided to change Lara's name to Andromeda instead because Andromeda Tanks was Sirius' favourite cousin and I thought it would be cute if he named his daughter after her. Okay cool.

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"Welcome to the Night Bus. Emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor this evening." I saw Stan look down at us confused, "What'choo doin down there?"

Harry looked up at him in annoyance, "We fell over."

Stan looked at us in shock, "Wha'choo fall over for?" I roll my eyes at his question, "well we didn't do it on purpose Stan, now help me up." I throw out my hand for him to take, which he does while telling Harry to hurry up. As soon as Harry got up, he looks around the bus. Stan's head shoots around the bus, "Wha'choo looking at?"

I look behind me at harry, I see him look at Stan weirdly. "Nothing."

Stan rolls his eyes, "well come on then, let's not wait for the grass to grow." He bends down to grab Harry's suitcase, who goes to help but gets shoo'd away by Stan.

Walking on to the Night Bus, I wave at Ernie and Dre Head, "sup guys."

Dre Head started laughing "Andy girl, how me brother be?"

"Oh more annoying than you, don't worry." I deadpanned, "ay, we was raised with strong heads." He said.

I just stare at him while he laughs his tiny little head off, "funny, very funny." I walk off to the middle of the bus and throw myself on to one of the beds while Harry has a look around. "Take er away Ern."

"Yeah take it away Ern!" I hear Dre Head giggle. Within a second the bus shoots off and sends Harry flying on to one of the beds, I can hear the chandelier shaking with the movements of the bus. I look over at Stan to see him looking sceptically at Harry, "what did you say your name was again?" He asked pointing at Harry. "I didn't."

Stan buries his head in to the Daily Prophet where I can see a picture of the one person I hate the most on the front page; Sirius Black. Stan lifts his head over the newspaper, "Where abouts you headin?" I look over at Harry to see him thinking it over. "The leaky Cauldron please Stan." I pipe up.

Harry nodded his head agreeing with me, trying to keep a grip on the bed he's sat on. "Yeah it's in London-"

"Is it now?" Stan cut over him, turning his head towards the front of the bus. "Get that Ern? The leaky Cauldron, that's In London." Stan turns his back to us and grins. I grimace, that kid really needs to sort out his teeth. "Leaky Cauldron! Stay away from the pea soup!" Dre head bursts out laughing. Harry looks at me surprised; I just shake my head telling him not to worry. I see Harry looking outside the windows at all the muggles "isn't this a bit... dangerous?"

Stan shakes his seeming not bothered, "nahh. Haven't had an accident in what? A week is it Ern?" Suddenly Dre Head shouts up "Heads up! Little old lady at twelve o'clock!" I look ahead and behold there is an old woman crossing the road, I grab hold of the rail of the bed I'm on just as Ernie slams on the breaks. I flinch when I seen Harry fly straight in to a window, face first. That's gotta hurt.

I hear Dre head counting down and then we're off again with a bang. I see Harry go flying again but this time back on to the bed he was resting on. "Who is that? That man." He asks pointing the Daily Prophet Stan's holding. I look at Harry in alarm; I hadn't gotten around to telling him anything yet!

Stan looks at me as I give him a dirty look, "Who is that?" He replies to Harry. "That's Sirius Black, that is. Your little mate knows all about him." I glance at Harry to see him already staring at me; I give him a grimaced smile promising to tell him everything later. "Don't tell me you never heard of Sirius Black." Harry turns back to the newspaper, staring at my father's face. He shakes his head and Stan continues, "A murderer he is. Got himself locked up in Azkaban for it."

Harry looks at Stan in confusion, "how did he escape?"

Stan looks at him in delight. "That's the question isn't it? He's the first one that's done it. Big supporter of you know who, reckon you heard about him though." Harry looks off past Stan, "yeah, him I've heard of.

"Ay Ernie double deckers straight ahead!" I look ahead to the front of the bus at Dre Head's shout. Just as he said, two double decker busses are coming straight towards us; I look to Ernie to see what he was doing. "Ernie!" Just as I shout, he pulls at a leaver and a funny sensation comes over me. "Mind your head." I feel thinned out.

When we pass the busses Harry pipes up again, asking Stan. "The bus. Don't the muggles ever..."

Stan throws his paper down, "Them! Don't listen properly do they? Don't look properly either, never notice nothing they don't." Just as the sentence leaves Stan's mouth, Ernie slams on the brakes sending Harry flying again. Looking out the window I see flashing lights and hear the sound of a car alarm, Ernie must have tapped the car in front a little too hard.

I hear heavy breathing and look towards the door of the bus to see Tom, the Innkeeper of the Leaky Cauldron. "Mr Potter... at last."

We all walk off the bus as Stan struggles with Harry's trunk. "Ay." I look behind me at Stan and raise a brow," Write me yer?" I grimace. "Stan, for the 60th time. Never."

He shakes his finger at me smiling, "one of these days you'll say yes." I just roll my eyes and walk away. "Bye guys!"

Tom encourages us ahead of him while he starts to drag Harry's trunk inside, just before entering the building, he pauses and with a flick of his wand, he silences the car alarm. As we enter through the lobby I see very few people around, only one who sits reading his book while stirring his tea absentmindedly with magic.

Harry looks back at me as we follow Tom, "How did you know those people on the bus?"

"I use that bus to travel pretty much everywhere. My uncle doesn't have a car or anything like that, so the bus is our main way to travel." I say, using the hand rail to help me climb the stairs, Tom was leading us up. You'd think as beater in Quidditch, I'd be fit enough to walk up some stairs.

Harry's face morphs to one of confusion, "wait, what did that head mean by brother?"

I chuckle, remembering Dre Head, "You know the way I collect creatures and weird plants, well I also find heads that are in need of a home. Dre Heads brother; Alfaro, was being used as side show entertainment with some other heads in a sketchy circus, until I found them and took them in."

Harry looks shocked but nods his head anyway.

"Right smart bird you got there Mr. Potter." Tom says, leading us in to a back room.

Harry looks over to one of the chairs to see Hedwig perched on top of it. "Hedwig!"

Tom looks chuffed watching Harry, "Arrived only minutes before yourselves." Someone clearing there throat takes my attention away from the reunion of the boy and bird. Looking over to the other side of the room, I see a man in a pinstriped suit, Cornelius Fudge. The Minister of Magic. I see Harry jump at Tom crushing walnuts with his bare hands. He's nervous, I can tell.

"I should tell you Mr. Potter, earlier this evening your uncle's sister was located just south of Sheffield circling a chimney stack. The accidental magic reversal department was dispatched and she's been properly punctured and her memory modified. She has no recollection of the incident whatsoever." He says, still looking out the window. Harry turns to look at me, worry etched on his face; I look back at him willing him to stay calm.

Fudge turns around to face us with a smile on his face, "So that's, that. No harm done." He says clasping his hands. "Pea soup?"

Harry looks at Tom who offers him the pea soup and shakes his head no; he looks toward the minister in confusion. "Minister... I don't understand I broke the law. Underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic at home." I roll my eyes; of course he doesn't take the get out of jail free card.

Fudge starts laughing while dishing himself some pea soup, "Come now Harry. The Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their Aunts or should I say their friends Aunts." He looks at me with raised brows, hinting he really knew it was me who done the deed. I smirk back at him, taking full responsibility for it. Fudge turns away back towards his desk, "On the other hand... running away like that giving the state of things, very, very irresponsible."

I look away from the minister groaning. Why is everyone telling him about Black before I can, that was the whole point of me running out of the house and missing breakfast. Harry glances at me and then back to the minister. "State of things sir?"

Fudge turns back towards us, "we have a killer on the loose!" I see him glance at me with pity. The last thing I'd ever need or ever want is his pity. "Sirius Black you mean. But... what's that got to do with me?" I look over at Harry, scared Fudge would tell him. All is silent for a moment, until Tom starts cracking walnuts again. "Oh, nothing. You're both safe, that's all that matters. Tomorrow you'll be on your way to Hogwarts. These are your new schoolbooks." He gestures over to the table where Hedwig is relaxing. "I took the liberty of having them brought here for you." Then he moves his gaze towards me, "Andromeda, your uncle has been kind enough to drop of all your things ready for school tomorrow, he did look awfully worried. Maybe owl him, save him the worrying." I grimace; Uncle Remus is going to be so pissed. I won't be surprised if I get a howler later on. I nod, "thanks Minister."

As we get up ready to leave for our rooms, the minister stops us one more time. "By the way, the both of you. While you're here it would be best if you didn't wonder." He gives me a stern look after glancing at Harry. "Now here are your room keys. Best to get a good night's rest, ready for tomorrow." We both nod, thanking the minister as we leave.

I rush ahead of Harry, wishing to get to my room as quickly as possible. "Why didn't he punish us? I thought using magic outside of school was illegal." I stop walking, seeing my room just ahead. I turn towards Harry rolling my eyes, "Harry, it was a simple mistake. Mistakes happen all the time, besides it wasn't even you; it was me who blew her up." I start walking backwards towards my room, "plus like fudge said, people don't go to Azkaban for blowing up their Aunts, Don't worry Harry all will be fine. Now go get some sleep."

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Walking in to my room, I see my trunk and Huxley, my bat. Yes you heard right, my bat. He's an Indian flying fox bat, I found him caged up in Knockturn Alley. As soon as my eyes caught on to him, I knew I couldn't just leave him there; so I took him in and he became a massive help when it came to sending letters to people. "Mistress Black has all her belongings?" My head whips towards where the voice came from. There in the corner of the room was a house elf. Kreacher, my best friend and house elf to the House of Black. Kreacher had always been around, since I was the last heir to the House of Black; other than my father but he was locked up so that didn't count. He pretty much helped my uncle raise me.

I was only ten when I realised I could set him free by giving him a gift and in my mind, it was the best idea I could've thought of. If only I realised how loyal Kreacher was to the House of Black, especially to me; I never would've tried.

It was his decision now to stay and serve me.

I smile towards the house elf, happy to see him, "yes I do, thanks Kreach. How angry is Uncle Remus?"

Kreacher walks towards me as I stood next to where Huxley hangs, scratching behind his ear. I can see him giving my pet bat a dirty look, jealousy was never a nice thing. "He told me to tell you that he is expecting a letter as soon as possible otherwise he is coming down to take you home." I can hear him mumbling something about a 'stupid werewolf' as he walks around towards my case, unpacking my night clothes. I roll my eyes, "are you and my Uncle every going to get along?"

I hear him hum condescendingly, "I don't serve the werewolf, only you Mistress Black."

I roll my eyes again, "Kreacher, how many times do I have to tell you, you can call me Andy." He shakes his head in what appears to be horror, "Never could I be so rude to someone who is so kind to Kreacher."

Now that made my heart melt, "oh Kreacher, you secretly are the sweetest house elf there is, aren't you?" I chuckle. "Best get some sleep Mistress, early morning tomorrow."

There he was wiping away the compliments like always, but he was right. It's been a busy day, blowing up Aunts and all. I still need to write to my uncle, now that's going to be the most challenging thing I'll do today.