Don't Think, Just Do It: Year 3 Chapter 2: Why He Escaped, a Harry Potter + Maximum Ride Crossover fanfic

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How are you all? Here's chapter 2!

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-Rach ;)

Max's POV

Together, the four of us walked through Diagon Alley, while Mrs Weasley brought Nudge to get her things for first-year, stopping at shops where we needed to buy things. We were walking around for about an hour before we heard someone shouting, "Max! Ron! Fang!" I wheeled around, already knowing the voice. "Hermione!" I shouted, and ran to my best friend. I hugged her, then she went on to hug Ron and Fang.

"What about me?" Iggy whined. "You didn't hug me, or call my name!" he sounded like a child whining about not getting any sweets. "Do you hear something?" Hermione asked, not even looking at Iggy. He looked deeply offended, but then Hermione started laughing and she hugged him too. "Your such a drama queen!" she said.

Iggy pouted, then said, "Why are you so brown?" It was true. Hermione was really tanned, and it suited her. "I spent most of the summer in France. Did I not say that in any letters?" We shook our heads, and she said, "Oh...Well, I spent most of the summer in France!"

Like us, Hermione had most of her stuff. The only thing we all needed now was our new books. I was taking two new subjects this year, Divination and Care of Magical Creatures, so we needed books for that, and we also needed a new Standard Book of Spells, and a new Transfiguration book.

We made our way to Flourish and Blotts, and I asked, "Why are you on your own?" She smiled, and you could see her large front teeth. "I'm not. My parents came with me, and then we met your parents, Ron, and now your dad is talking with them about Muggle things. They gave me the money and I went off on my own to get them. And, seeing as its my birthday in a few weeks, they gave me extra so I can get myself an owl or something."

We entered Flourish and Blotts, and the manager came up to us, counted how many of us there were, and said, "Are you all third-years in Hogwarts?" we nodded. "How many of you are doing Care of Magical Creatures?" Silently, not knowing what was going on, the five of us raised our hands. The manager gasped, and went very pale.

"Five of them...five!" he muttered as he walked over to the window. He pulled on gloves, then picked up a long stick, and made his way towards about fifty cages by the window. He opened one page, and snapped, "Back! Back!" I was wondering whether he had gone crazy until I heard biting and growling from the cage.

I stepped forward, and looked at the cages properly. Inside them were huge green and leathery book with two small eyes and a snapping mouth full of sharp little teeth. "That's our book?" Hermione asked faintly. I've never seen her scared of a book before, so this was something new. "Yes, I'm afraid. They're terrible! I'm never going to stock them again!"

Finally, after getting bitten many times, the manager finally managed to get five of the books out. I held mine firmly in my hands as hew went off to get our other books, but the book kept snapping and trying to bite my face. Without knowing what else to do, I pulled the belt off my jeans and wrapped it around the book. It was still fidgeting a lot, so I whacked it against the nearest shelf of books.

It stopped moving, only letting out the occasional grunt and groan. When we had our Divination book (Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky) and Standard Book of Spells Grade 3, and the new one for Transfiguration, we payed and waited for Hermione, who was taking more classes then anyone, so she needed more books then us.

With nothing else to do we went around Diagon Alley, looking for Harry anywhere, but he was no where to be found. Ron dragged us to Ollivanders so he could get a wand with the money his father gave him, and we had to wait for him to get one (which took a long time). When he finally got one, he payed and we left, and started looking for Harry again. Giving up, we headed to the ice cream shop, Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, and sat outside.

Suddenly, Ron bolted upright, a wide grin on his freckly face, and said, "Did I tell you what Harry did?"

"No," we all said, fearing the answer. "Really? I didn't? Are you sure?" Ron said, looking puzzled. "Yes, were sure, now tell us what he did!" I snapped. Ron looked at me, and said, "No need to get shirty, Max." I rolled my eyes, and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry Ronald. Now what did he do?"

"Right, well, a few night ago, I was going down to the kitchen to get some water, and I heard Dad and Mum talking. I wasn't trying to listen, but I couldn't help it, they were kinda loud. Anyway, Dad was telling Mum about getting a call from work about a bit of underage magic, and he needed to be ready in case he was needed. Mum asked him what happened, and Dad told her that it was Harry. And you'll never guess what it was he did," Ron said, laughing.

When none of us said anything, he said, "He blew up his aunt!" There was a minutes silence, then we all started laughing. There were tears going down my cheeks, and I was finding it hard to breath, but it was all worth it. "You mean the bony, mean looking one we saw last year?" Iggy asked, still laughing.

"No, it wasn't actually his real aunt, it was his uncles sister, so there not related, some woman called Marge Dursley. But still! That's brilliant!" Even Hermione was shaking with silent laughter. "Do you know why he did it?" I asked, wiping the tears away. "No. All Dad said was that he lost control and blew her up!" There was more laughter, and then Hermione said, "Its strange that he can still loose control and blow up someone! Thats not something we should be doing now, after two years at Hogwarts."

"Still bloody brilliant!" Fang said, smiling. "Not really, Fang. I'm amazed he hasn't be expelled," Hermione said.

I rolled my eyes again, and looked over my shoulder. Through the throng of people, I saw a taller, skinny, black-haired, green-eyed boy walking around and looking into shop windows. It was Harry Potter.

I stood up, beaming, and not caring how loud I'd be, I started yelling, "Harry! HARRY!"

He turned his head towards my voice, and started smiling. He ran over to us, and after giving everyone hugs, sat down in the vacant seat. "Took you long enough. We've been looking everywhere for you," Iggy said, feigning exhaustion. "Yeah, you really look like you've been working hard, Ig," Harry said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Did you really blow up your aunt?" Fang asked, leaning forward on the table. "Er, yeah. I didn't mean to though. I just sort of...lost control," he said, looking a bit guilty. "What happened?" I asked as Ron, Fang and Iggy howled with laughter. Harry looked at me in surprise and I said, "Something had to of happened to make you lose control."

Quietly, he whispered, "She was kinda, er, insulting my parents." His eyes flashed as he said it. "Well then you did the right thing," I said, smiling.

"It's not funny!" Hermione was shouting. "He could of been expelled!"

"Actually, I'm surprised I wasn't," Harry said. "Honestly, I thought I was going to be arrested. Does your dad know why Fudge let me off?" he asked Ron. Ron shook his head, and Iggy said, "Because its you?" Harry smirked, and said, "Where are you staying tonight?"

"In the Leaky Cauldron. Were all going to Kings Cross together in the morning," Fang answered. "Great!" Harry said. "So, you get all your books?"

"Yeah, got them there. What is with those biting books?" I said, kicking the bag which had mine in it. "I dunno. Hagrid sent mine to me. They can't be that dangerous if Hagrid sent one to me...right?"

"Could be. You know Hagrid. The sales guy nearly fainted when we said we wanted five," Iggy said, smiling.

"Look at this, Harry," Ron said, pulling out his new wand. "Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. Oh, and of course, Hermione bought most of the book shop," Ron said, indicating to the bags next to Hermione's chair. "How many classes are you taking, Hermione?" Harry gasped, looking at the bags.

"Only a few more then you," she said, absently messing with a string on her jumper. "There all my books for Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it. Your doing Muggle Studies? Are you forgetting something here Hermione?" I asked, and she just just looked at me, confused. "There is the fact that you were, oh, how do I put this?" I said, tapping my chin in fake thought.

"Oh yeah! You were raised my Muggles!" I said, looking at my best friend as if she was crazy. "Well, yeah, but I thought it would be interesting to learn from a wizards point of view!" she said, her eyes glistening with the thought of learning. After Hermione, I was the best in our year, but I wasn't going to do this much classes! I'd probably just get Hermione to teach me it all herself, seeing as she knows more then most teachers in the school.

"Are you going to have a social life this year, Hermione? Or even sleep or eat?" Iggy said, looking through all the bags at her feet. Hermione ignored him, but she did push her bags away from him.

"I still want to get an owl. I have ten Galleons left," she said, looking through her purse. "The magical creature shop's over there," Harry said, pointing up the street. "Maybe I should get Scabbers checked out," Ron said, pulling the old, fat grey rat from his pocket. On the contrary, Scabbers wasn't that fat anymore, and he seemed more grey then before, even though there were lumps of fur missing from various parts of his body.

"What happened to him?" I asked, not sounding caring or sympathetic. I never liked Scabbers, and Ron knew that. "He didn't like it in Egypt. Been like this since we came back," he said. We payed for our ice cream and went to the magical creatures shop.

We went inside, and my heart started pounding. Everywhere I looked in the shop, there was an animal in a cage. Everything in them were screeching, and banging on the bars, and making loud noises. I tried blocking it out, but I couldn't.

I watched as Hermione walked around where all the owls were, and Ron walking up to the counter, with Harry beside him. I looked at Fang and Iggy, and they looked as stressed as I felt. I moved closer to them, and said, "Can we wait outside?" They nodded mutely, and we opened the door again and stepped out onto the street.

"Well...That was awkward," I said. Fang and Iggy smiled, and Fang said, "You know what that means?" I shook my head.

"It means were not over it. If we can't see an animal in a cage without thinking about the School, and having to run out of the place, were not over it. We need to do our best to get over it, and stay strong," he said. Iggy nodded, and said, "Agreed. We need to be stronger then that for the younger ones." I sighed. "Your right. We need to get over this. Were not going back there, are there's nothing to be afraid of."

What happened to him?" I asked, not sounding caring or sympathetic. I never liked Scabbers, and Ron knew that. "He didn't like it in Egypt. Been like this since we came back," he said. We payed for our ice cream and went to the magical creatures shop.

"Well...That was awkward," I said. Fang and Iggy smiled, and Fang said, "You know what that means?" I shook my head.

The three of us stacked our fists together, them taped them each (I can't believe I left the handshake thing out of the story! I feel so stupid! Anyway, here it is now -Rach) This was something the flock had made up when we were back at the School, and I couldn't remember the last time we did it. With everything that has happened over the last three years, I don't think we've done it since me, Fang and Iggy started Hogwarts. Now Nudge was starting, and Gazzy and Angel will have no one from the flock but themselves.

Before another word could be spoken, the door of the shop banged open, and an irritated looking Ron ran out, and without looking at us, ran down the street. Not long after that, Harry came out after him and sprinted after Ron. I went over to the shop, and without looking at the cages, saw that Hermione was stroking a big, fluffy ginger cat with a squashed face.

"Strange looking owl," I smirked, walking over to her. "Ha ha," she deadpanned. "His name is Crookshanks. He's been here for ages, no one would buy him," she said. After a moments hesitation, she looked at the witch behind the counter, and said, "I'll take him. How much?" The witch seemed shocked, and she stammered, "E-eight Galleons, miss."

"Max, can you take him for a minute?" Hermione asked, and without waiting for an answer, she put the cat into my arms. She pulled out her purse and gave the witch eight gold coins, then took the cat back. "Will you be taking the Tonic?" she called after us.

"Oh, Ron's Rat Tonic," Hermione said. She started rooting for her purse again, but I said, "I'll get it." I payed for the tonic, then asked, "Why did Harry and Ron run off?"

"Crookshanks scared Scabbers, and he ran out of the hole in the door, so Ron and Harry went after him."

As we walked back to the street, Ron and Harry were walking towards us. Ron was furious that Hermione had gotten the cat, but Hermione couldn't care less. I handed Ron the Rat Tonic, and ignored the look he was giving Hermione and the cat.

"Get over it Ron. She wanted the cat, so she got the cat," I said when we had walked out of earshot of Hermione. "That cat nearly scalped me!" he hissed. "Yeah, key word being almost. I'm sure he didn't mean it, Ron. It's a cat, he saw a rat and wanted to chase it. Basic cat behaviour. Get over it."

We went into the Leaky Cauldron, and saw Mr Weasley sitting at the bar, reading the Daily Prophet. "Oh, hello, Harry," he said, standing up and shaking Harry's hand. "And Hermione! How are you?" he shook her hand as well. "Good sir, thanks," she said.

Mr Weasley put the paper down, and the face of Sirius Black stared back up at us. "He still hasn't be caught?" Harry asked. "No, but the Ministry's doing everything they can. He's a tricky one, Sirius Black," Mr Weasley said absently.

After that, Mrs Weasley walked towards the bar, with Ginny, Nudge, Angel and Gazzy, Percy, and Fred and George trailing behind her. "Oh, hi Harry! How are you? Was your summer good? It was your birthday a few weeks ago, wasn't it? Happy birthday! Did you get anything nice? It was my birthday a while ago. Don't you just love birthdays? There always fun! I've only had a few birthdays where I actually celebrated it, 'cause try and imagine a birthday party in the School- awkward! We should try that though, it would be interesting-" Three guesses who that was. Thankfully, being used to it by now, Ron covered her mouth with his hand.

She kept talking, even though it was muffled, but she didn't seem to mind. After a while, we just sort of blocked it out. Percy walked straight up to Harry, with his hand outstretched and his Head Boy badge gleaming on his chest. "Why, hello Harry," he said pompously, shaking Harry's hand. Behind his shoulder, I saw Fred and George whispering to each other, looking at Percy. This should be good...

"Hi Percy," Harry said, his face going slightly red from trying not to laugh. "I assume your well?" he went on. I rolled my eyes and walked next to Harry.

"Why, yes, Percy, young Harry is doing swimmingly," I said in a posh accent, much like Percy's own. Seeing this, George elbowed Fred, and they both came over.

"Harry, old boy!" cried Fred, getting a few odd looks from some people in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Absolutely spiffing to see you...completely marvelous!" George said, smirking as he shook Harry's hand. Percy was scowling, and Mrs Weasley snapped, "Boys, that's enough!" although, she was smiling slightly. This only made Fred and George more determined.

"Ah, mother!" Fred called, grabbing her hand. "How corking it is to see you!"

"You simply look lovely! Tell me, how do you keep your hair so-"

"I said that's enough!" Mrs Weasley shouted, leaving all the shopping onto a chair. I saw one large, long parcel with all the bags, but I didn't say anything. "Hello, Harry dear. How are you?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she pointed at Percy, and said, "I'm sure you've heard the news? Second Head-Boy in the family," she smiled proudly, and Percy threw his chest out again, making sure the light hit the badge.

"And last," Fred whispered in my ear. I snorted, hoping Mrs Weasley didn't hear that, but of course, she did.

"Well, I've noticed they haven't made any of you two prefects," she snapped. George retorted without thought, "Why would we want to be? We actually want to have fun with our lives."

Me, Ginny, Nudge and Angel all laughed, thinking of the time over the summer in Egypt when the twins had come into the room we all shared, and pretended to be Percy, prancing around the room, making weird remarks.

"You two want to make better role models for your sisters!" Mrs Weasley snapped, clearly beyond irritated. I felt my face heat up like it always did when we were referred to as they're kids.

"The girls have other, and better, brothers to set an example, Mother," Percy said, looking at the other girls, but not me. Ah, well, you win some, you loose some...As far as I'm concerned, I just won some.

He then said something about changing for dinner, then disappeared from sight. I sighed, then looked at Harry. "Me and the twins tried to lock him in a pyramid in Egypt, but Mrs Weasley saw us. He hasn't spoken to any of us properly since. Thank Merlin."

We all had dinner that night at the same table. How we all fit at the table, I'll never know. It was a great dinner, and very enjoyable.

"How are we getting to the station?" Fang asked. "The Ministry's bringing cars over to bring us," Mr Weasley said. "Why are they giving us cars, Father?" Percy said, and I resisted the urge to throw my fork at him.

"Isn't it obvious?" I said. Everyone stared at me, and I noticed that Mr and Mrs Weasley looked up a bit too fast and sharply. "It's 'cause of Percy. They want to give him a special ride, 'cause he's Head Boy. Didn't you say that before, Perc? You said you would special treatment from everyone, because your Head Boy?"

Everyone laughed, except for Percy and Mrs Weasley. Percy straightened his back, and said in a dignified voice, "Why are they sending cars, Father?"

"Doing me a favor, seeing as I haven't got a car anymore," Mr Weasley said, shoveling potatoes in his mouth. I smirked at Ron, Fang, Iggy and Harry. It was there fault that Mr Weasley didn't have a car. They had missed the train last year, and had taken the magical, flying car to Hogwarts. Right now, it was roaming around wild in the Forbidden Forest.

"Ron hasn't even packed yet, Mother," Percy said. I glared at him, and so did Ron. "You better do that after dinner, Ron. Were all leaving early in the morning, and there won't be time."

Ron glowered at Percy, who was oblivious and kept on eating his food.

After dinner was over, we all felt full and sleepy. We all made our way up the stairs, and after mumbled goodnights, went into our rooms. I was sharing with Ginny, and we were next to Percy and Ron's room, where we could hear furious yelling.

"What is wrong with them now?" I growled. Ginny giggled, and shrugged. She started getting ready for bed, so I left the room and went over to Ron and Percy's room. The door was open and I leaned against the door frame, looking at the scene in front of me.

Ron and Percy were standing up on opposite sides of the room, screaming at each other.

"It was right there, Ron!"

"Well, I haven't touched it!"

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

"I never touched it!"

I was joined by Harry, who leaned against the other door frame, and together we watched the two boys yelling at each other. When we saw everything we wanted to see, Harry asked, "What's going on?" Harry Potter- the peace keeper.

"My Head Boy badge is gone!" Percy yelled. "And so is Scabbers' Rat Tonic!" Ron cried. "I reckon I left it downstairs-"

"Ron, your not leaving until I have my badge back!" Percy screeched. How that boy had a girlfriend, I will never know.

"It's alright, Ron," I said fast, seeing Ron's anger bubbling in his eyes, "Me and Harry will look for the Tonic. Right, Harry?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course."

We were halfway down the stairs, still listening to the brothers shouting at each other, when we heard another pair of voices arguing. I recognized the voices as Mr and Mrs Weasley. Me and Harry shared a hesitant look, not wanting to eavesdrop on their fighting, but the sound of his own name made Harry go closer to the door where there voices were coming from.

"There's no sense in not telling Harry," Mr Weasley said. "He does have a right to know, but Fudge insists on treating Harry like a child." Mrs Weasley huffed, and said, "Honestly, the truth will terrify him Arthur. Do you really want Harry going to school with that over his shoulders? How do you think that will make you feel?"

"I don't want to tell him to make him feel miserable, Molly. I want him to be on his guard, and know whats out there! He'll be safer knowing! You know what him and the others are like, 've ended up in the forest twice! I'm telling you, he'll be better off knowing!"

"But, it's not like he's dying Arthur-"

"That's not the point, Molly! They all say that Sirius Black is mad! Completely mental. But he is still smart enough to get out of Azkaban, so what will stop him getting into Hogwarts? It's been three weeks, and no ones seen him, not even a Muggle. Don't mind what Fudge is saying, were no where closer to catching Black then we are to getting a cure to werewolf bites. All we know is that he's after-"

"Harry will be safe at Hogwarts-"

"We thought that no one would be able to escape Azkaban. We were wrong about that."

"We don't even know whether he's after Harry!" Mrs Weasley was starting to sound desperate. There was a loud bang that sounded like Mr Weasley had banged his fist against the table.

"Molly, how many time do I have to tell you? Fudge didn't want it in the Daily Prophet but he went to Azkaban the night Black broke out. The guards told him that Black had been talking in his sleep, the same words...He's at Hogwarts...He's at Hogwarts... Black wants Harry dead, Molly. I think he reckons that by killing Harry, he will bring back You-Know-Who. That was the night Black lost everything, when You-Know-Who was destroyed."

There was a long silence, and I risked a look at Harry. He looked pale, and grave, but not scared. He wasn't even scared that there was a murdering maniac trying to kill him...I sure know how to pick my friends...There all insane.

"Very well, Arthur. Do what you want. But your forgetting something. Dumbledore would not let anything happen to Harry. You know that right?"

"Of course I do. And he knows it as well. He had to be asked if the guards of Azkaban could be stationed around the school. He doesn't like the guards."

"But if they save Harry-"

"Then I will never say another word against them," Mr Weasley said, sounding exhausted, but sincere. "It's very late, Molly. We should go," he said. I heard the sounds of two chairs going across the floor, and then two sets of footsteps.

Harry grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the bar and out of sight. The door opened, and Mr and Mrs Weasley walked up the stairs.

We found the Tonic under the table where we sat for dinner, and without a word, we went up the stairs. Harry's eyes were distant, and it was obvious why.

Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban just to kill Harry.

CLIFFHANGER! :O

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