Harry's P. O. V~

"You bring her back now!" My nasty uncle screamed at me in my face.

"No, she got what she deserved!" I screamed back. Aunt Marge had said rotten things about my parents, all lies! Uncle Vernon made to grab me but I pulled out my wand. He shied away from me, stuttering,

"Y-you're not allowed to use magic outside of school!"

"Try me…"

"They won't let you back now. You've nowhere to go!"

"Oh, yes he does…" I turned to see a slim man with short, wavy blonde hair that had streaks of dark drown close to the roots. He wore a black jumper, wool grey scarf, and faded blue jeans with black loafers. His eyes were a dark charcoal in color and had a scruff beard. He looked to be in his early thirties. He turned to me and smiled,

"Hello Harry! It's nice to finally meet you."

"Who the bloody hell are you?!" Vernon yelled at the trespasser.

The blonde man turned to him, "Sorry old chap, where are my manners! I'm Brenden McCarthy. My daughter is friends with young Harry here.

My wife sensed some trouble going on here so she sent me to take care of it. If you don't mind I'll take the boy with me, and we'll be out of your hair." He gestured me to come over to him, which I did. He grabbed my trunk from me and gently pushed me towards the door.

"Enjoy the rest of your Evening." He closed the door behind us and we walked to the end of the drive.

He stood there, seeming to be looking at his watch. I decided to ask him, "Um, excuse me sir, but where exactly are we going?"

He turned to me and smiled, "Why to the Manor, son. Just waiting for the wife."

Just then a car horn was heard and a steel blue car pulled up in front of us. Bambi's mother poked her head out of the driver's seat, "Hello again Harry." She was wearing a blue jumper and grey scarf

I nodded as her husband opened the back of the car and put my trunk in.

"Well don't just stand there, get in. It's got to be freezing out there."

I opened the car door and got in the back seat. Henriette slid over into the passenger seat, and Brenden took her place. She handed me a dark blue blanket and had me cover up.

"Don't worry, sweetheart." She said, "You'll be safe with us. Go ahead and get some sleep. We've got a long ride ahead of us." With that I laid in the back seat and at some point dozed off.

~McCarthy Manor, Bambi's P. O. V~

I woke up to someone shaking me on my bed.

"Five more minutes mum." I pulled the covers over my head, only to have them ripped off.

"Bambi, get up! We have a guest." Sammy exclaimed. She was wearing a green sleepshirt with dark blue lounge pants. I slowly sat up and looked at her confused, then at my alarm clock.

"Sammy, it's seven in the morning. Who would be here at this time of the day?"

She smirked at me before replying, "I'll give you a hint, his last name is Potter."

My eyes widened, "Harry's here?!"

The red head nodded, "Might want to throw something else on, unless you want him to see you like this." She gestured to my short, pink night gown that had cartoon bunnies on it.

I got up and grabbed some pink lounge pants from my drawer and threw them on. I combed at my hair to tame it a small bit and ran downstairs.

As I entered the living room I saw Harry was sitting on the love seat by the fire place, Bella in his lap, trying to give him kisses. I couldn't help but laugh. "Bella, Harry doesn't want your doggy breath." I went over and grabbed the pup, who then turned on me and gave me kisses.

"Hey! That didn't mean I wanted it." I placed her down and scratched her behind the ears, she padded off; most likely to the kitchen. I then plopped myself down next to the ravenette. "Good Morning, Harry."

"Morning, Bambi. So this is where you live?" He asked looking around. I nodded.

"Yea, sorry if it's not what you expected; we aren't really flashy, or extravagant people."

"No, I think its brilliant."

The living room walls were crème colored, with dark brown furnishing. Many pictures and paintings littered them. The floor was a light crème colored carpet. Just across from us was a dark drown coffee table with an identical, dark brown love seat behind it.

My father came down from the stairs, He had changed into a grey suit and tie.

"I'm off to work now. Behave yourself." He looked pointedly at me. I stuck my tongue out at him.

He chuckled and walked over to me, kissing me on top of the head, "Love you, my little misfit."

"Love you too, dad."

He turned to Harry and stuck out his hand, "Was wonderful to meet you, Harry." The Gryffindor reached and shook his hand.

"You as well, sir."

Dad turned to face Mum; who walked in from the kitchen; and kissed her on the cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too." She responded with a smile.

"Bye Sammy!" He yelled. My sister responded from the kitchen, "Bye dad!"

With that he left out the front door.

"Alright then, Let's get something to eat. And if you're feeling up to it Harry, we can go down to Diagon Alley and get you your books for this year." My mother spoke, to which Harry nodded.

"That sounds great, Thank you Mrs. McCarthy."

"No problem Harry."

After Breakfast, me and Sammy got changed into something warm, and we were off to Diagon Alley.

When we got there we stopped and grabbed all our books and other supplies we would need. It was just before noon when mum said we were meeting the Weasley's at the Leaky Cauldron. As we entered we saw a rat get chased by a cat. Curious as ever me and Harry followed the two creatures. We came across Ron and Hermione, who were arguing with each other.

"I'm warning you Hermione, keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers or I'll turn it into a tea cozy!"

"It's a cat Ronald, what do you expect?"

"A Cat? Looks more like a pig with hair."

"That's rich, coming from the owner of that mangy, old shoe brush!"

I looked to Harry with a smile, he shared the same expression. We turned back to the two, and I said, "Hello Ron, Hermione."

They turned to us and smiled.

"Hi Harry."

"Hi Bambi." The two said at once.

Once we got settled in at the table we discussed what we did over the summer. Ron's family went to Egypt.

"What was it like there?" The ravenette asked.

"Brilliant, lots of old stuff like mummies and tombs. Even Scabbers enjoyed himself."

"You know Egyptians back then worshiped cats." The witch quipped in.

"Yeah, along with the dung beetle."

"Not flashing that clipping again are you Ron?" Fred asked swiping the paper from the younger Weasley.

"I haven't shown anyone."

"No not a soul!" George quipped. "Unless you count Tom." They walked around the table, seeming to list off people Ron's shown the image to.

"The day maid."

"Night maid."

"Cook."

"The bloke who came to fix the toilet."

"And that wizard from Belgium! No you haven't shown it to anyone." Fred finished. My sister and Mother had just joined us at the table. Along with Molly, Arthur and the other Weasley children.

Fred walked over to Sammy and kissed her temple. "Morning, Sammy."

"Morning, Freddy."

"Harry!" Molly exclaimed, running to give the boy a hug.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley."

"It's good to see you, dear."

"Harry Potter." Arthur said, holding his hand for the boy to shake.

"Mr. Weasley."

"Might I have a word with you?"

"Of course sir." They went off, to talk in private.

"So Bambi, I heard Harry came over to your house this morning." George came up to me, slinging an arm around my shoulders. "Do I hear wedding bells?" He mocked, holding his free hand to his ear. I smirked and decided to play his game, even if my face was flushed.

"Maybe, not that you'll be invited."

He gave an over dramatic shocked look, "Oh Bambi, you are so cruel! Does the fact that I am your future brother- in- law, mean nothing?"

I pretended to ponder the thought, "Hm…no."

He fell to one knee and held his hands over his heart, "Oh, such quick rejection, by the fair maiden!"

"George stop teasing Bambi!" Molly reprimanded the boy. I laughed as the redheaded twin pouted at his mother.

My mother smiled, "Well, since George mentioned it. When are you planning the wedding for Sammy?"

With this everyone turned to the ginger haired pair. Fred groaned and placed his head on the table, "Why did we think your mother could keep it a secret."

Sammy shook her head, "I never said we could, I asked if you wanted to tell everyone. This was your choice." She crossed her arms. It was then I noticed the small gold band on her left hand.

"Your Engaged!? And you didn't tell me!" Molly exclaimed, overjoyed and furious with her son.

He lifted his head up from the table and smiled, "You know now though, don't you?"

George went over and smacked his twin in the back of the head, "You didn't think to let me in on this, your twin?" He then gave Sammy a hug, "Congratulations on the engagement, Sam."

Mum turned to Molly, "Don't fret too much, Molly. They didn't actually tell me either. Brenden told me. He helped Fred pay for the ring. They had wanted me to keep quiet about it for a while longer, but I just couldn't help it."

"Well, congratulations to you both, Samantha and Fred." Hermione said. Ron nodded in agreement.

I walked over and hugged my sister, "Congratulations, though I am a little upset you couldn't tell me when mum and dad knew."

Sammy chuckled at me and grabbed my hands, "Sorry Bambs. Now that you know, would you be my maid of honor?"

"Of course! When are you guys getting married?"

"Three months after Graduation." Fred replied.

That means it won't be for another two years.

When Harry and Mr. Weasley returned Molly caught them both up on what they missed. After that we left for the train station and boarded, Molly running to bring Ron, Scabbers, as he forgot about him. The four of us went looking for an empty car, Harry telling us about how he ended up at my house.

"I didn't intentionally blow her up, it just happened."

"That's brilliant, mate." Ron chuckled.

"That's not funny Ron, Harry could have gotten in serious trouble." The brunette witch reprimanded.

"I think I was lucky not to be arrested." Harry muttered.

"I think it was still bloody brilliant."

We stopped to find one that held what looked like a drunk man.

"Let's just sit here. Everywhere else is full." I stated, opening the door and walking in. I noticed on the man's bag it read, 'Professor R. J. Lupin'. I sat down towards the end of the seat, Harry sat next to me; almost acting like a barricade between me and the man, Ron and Hermione sat across from us.

"Who do you think he is?" The red head asked us. Hermione answered him.

"Professor R. J. Lupin."

"Do you know everything? How does she know everything?" He turned to us and asked.

"It's on the man's suitcase, Ron. I noticed it when I walked in myself." I pointed out to the boy.

"Oh…"

"…Do you think he's really asleep?" Harry asked, looking at the man.

"Probably, why?"

The wizard got up and shut the glass door, "I need to tell you guys something."

~Time Skip~

"So let me get this straight," Ron said to the Gryffindor, "Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?"

"Yeah."

"But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean, everyone's looking for him." Hermione interjected her thoughts

"That's true, but no one has ever escaped from Azkaban." I told her.

"He's also a murderous, raving lunatic." Ron said looking at Harry.

"Thanks Ron," He answered, sarcastically.

Just then the train came to a sudden jolt and started braking.

"Why are we stopping, we can't be there yet." Hermione remarked.

I got up to check and see if anyone was in the hall, or if I could see what was happening. A few other kids poked their heads out of their cars as well. Just then the passenger cars jerked to the side and I fell backwards on to Harry's lap.

"You okay?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I got off and sat back in the seat. "I didn't see anything though."

Just then the lights went off.

"Ow! Ron that was my foot." The lights flicked back on and we saw Ron with his hand on the glass, looking out the window.

"There's something moving out there." He mumbled. The lights went off again, everything was deadly silent. "I think someone's trying to get on board."

The car jerked forward suddenly, and the temperature started to drop. The windows and glass started to freeze up. I could see my breath. I started to breath on my hands and rub them together, trying to get some heat circulating. The car jerked suddenly again, this time I was knocked out of my seat, flat on the floor.

"Bloody hell!" Ron shouted looking up at the ceiling. I pushed myself up into a seated position just as a shadow appeared in the window.

We all held our breath as we watched the hooded figure open the door, entering the car. I swallowed the lump in my throat. It was a dementor. I heard Hermione's cat hiss at it. It turned to face Harry, it stared at Harry for a while. Just then the man that had been sleeping was up, casting a bright light from his wand and the creature was gone. I looked over to see Harry was passed out. I got up quickly and checked his pulse, he had one.

The lights turned back on and the train started to move again. We thanked the man, who moved to sit next to Ron and Hermione, as I sat on the seat, Harry's head in my lap. I removed his glasses and gave them to Hermione to hold. No one said anything for a while, then Harry shifted in my lap.

"Harry?" I asked. Hermione knelt down in front of me, looking at the pale boy.

"Harry, are you alright?" He opened his eyes, adjusting to the light. He looked up at me, slightly confused, then to the witch next to him. She handed him his glasses as he slowly sat up. "Thanks…" he breathed. The man grabbed something from his bag and opened it. He broke off a piece and handed it to Harry.

"Here, eat this, you'll feel better. Don't worry it's only chocolate."

He took the offered treat and looked over at the door, he was slightly shaking.

"What was that thing?" Harry asked us. Lupin answered.

"That was a dementor. It's a creature from Azkaban that's searching for Sirius Black. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to have a talk with the driver."

With that he got up turned and smiled, then left.

"What happened to me?"

"Well, you sort of went rigid. We thought maybe you were having a fit or something." Ron answered him.

"Did any of you three…pass out?"

We shook our heads.

"I felt weird though." Ron responded to him again. "Almost like I'd never be cheerful again."

"But I heard someone scream, a woman." He looked between me and Hermione. It was the witch's turn to answer,

"No one was screaming Harry…"

We were in the great hall, listening to the Frog choir sing their song. Once they were finished we cheered for them. Professor Dumbledore took a stand at the podium and spoke,

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! Now first, I would like to introduce you to Professor R. J. Lupin, who has kindly consented to become our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Good luck Professor."

Everyone clapped as the mentioned man stood from his seat at the Professor's table.

"Now, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher has decided to retire after many years. Fortunately, I am delighted to announce that his place will be taken over, by no one other than our own Rubeus Hagrid."

There was a loud round of applause as the giant stood up quickly, bumping into the table in front of him. I was happy for Hagrid.

"At the request of the Ministry of Magic. Hogwarts will, until further notice, be host to the dementors of Azkaban…until such a time that Sirius Black is captured."

The hall filled with whispers after that announcement.

"The dementors will be stationed to every entrance of the school. Now while I am assured that their presence will not interrupt with our day-to-day activities, a word of caution. Dementors are vicious creatures. They won't distinguish between who they hunt and who gets in their way. Therefore, I tell each one of you to give them no reason to harm you."

With that the feast began, and everyone was chattering about. I found myself looking back towards Gryffindor table. I wanted to make sure Harry was alright.

"Something the matter Bambi?" I turned to see Luna looking at me smiling.

I shook my head, "It's nothing Luna. Just tired I guess." She gave me a look that said she didn't believe me, but she dropped the subject anyway.

~The Next Morning~

"Welcome my children. Today in this room, you shall explore the noble art of Divination." The professor spoke to us. She was dressed in very baggy clothes, and had huge glasses. I shared this class with Harry and Ron and we sat at one of the small tables together.

"Today we shall see if you possess the gift of sight!" She said as stood up and ran into her small table. A few students laughed at the irony.

She smiled and continued, "I am Professor Trelawney. Together we shall cast ourselves into the future." She had her hands raised, smiling widely. She seemed very enthused.

"This term, we'll focus on Tasseomancy, the art of reading tea leaves. So please take the cup of the person sitting opposite you."

The three of us just swapped our cups so Harry ended up with mine, and Ron had his.

"The truth lies within the cup, like a story just waiting to be read."

"What a load of rubbish." I heard Hermione say next to me. I was shocked and confused to see her there. The boys were as well.

"When did you get here?" Ron asked the witch.

"Me? I've been here the whole time."

I raised an eyebrow at her, but decided to let it slide for now. The professor came over to our table, "Oh, your aura is pulsing!" She startled the redhead. "Are you in the Beyond? I think you are!"

"…Sure."

"Look at the cup and tell me what you see."

Ron looked at Harry's cup and then flipped through pages of the text.

"Harry's got a wonky cross. That means…trial and suffering."

Professor Trelawney nodded in agreement.

"But that there could be the sun, which that's happiness…so, you're going to suffer, but you're going to be happy about it." He didn't seem quite confident in his answer. Which I don't blame him as it didn't make any sense.

"Give me the cup." Ron handed it to the woman. She looked at it and then quickly threw it back down onto the table, screaming. I picked up Harry's cup cautiously and looked in. I saw the outline a what could be a wolf.

"My boy…you have the Grim"

"The Grin? What's that." A boy asked. Harry took the cup from me, to look himself.

"Not the Grin, idiot. The Grim." Another one told him. "It's one of the darkest omens in our world. It signifies Death."

I looked at Harry worried. Just then the woman shakily grabbed for my cup. She looked into it and was slightly concerned.

"My dear, you have a parasol and question mark." She looked at me as she placed my cup down on the table. I reached for it and looked in. In the middle was a question mark made of crushed tea leaves. Just under it, a very small parasol shape was there.

"The question mark, signifies a need for caution. The parasol signifies, a new lover."

I felt that the parasol was based off my Veela blood. I shouldn't have to worry until my seventh year before I enter my inheritance but my father said that I could at any given moment. My sister wasn't supposed to enter hers until her fifth year and she ended up mating with Fred in their second year.

With that the bell chimed and everyone packed up their things and left. I had a free period this session so I went back to the common room. I was just outside my room when I paused and looked to the other door up there. I sighed,

"Maybe I could use some fresh air."

With that I opened the door and walked onto the balcony. This was the first time I'd actually visited here. Penelope was right, it was absolutely breathe taking. The way the sun hit the water to make it glimmer. And the green foliage of the trees, how they swayed in the gentle breeze.

I heard a screech from above and looked up. I saw a Hippogriff flying through the sky's. It looked as if someone was riding on its back. It passed by too soon for me to tell who it was. I figured the trio's glass should be over now so I left to the Great Hall and found them sitting at the Gryffindor table. I walked over, sitting down next to Harry.

"Hey, you guys do anything fun?"

"Harry rode a Hippogriff." Ron replied. I looked at the boy with glasses, shocked.

"That was you?"

The trio looked at me confused, so I explained.

"I was on the balcony of my house tower when I heard and saw a Hippogriff fly through the air. I saw that someone was on its back but I didn't see who."

They nodded in understanding, just as Seamus marched over, the Daily Phrophet in hand.

"They spotted him, Sirius Black."

Everyone crowded around the boy. Hermione spoke up first, "Dufftown. That's not very far from here."

"You don't think he'll come to Hogwarts, do you?" Neville asked.

"With dementors at every entrance?" A kid from the divination class spoke. Seamus replied,

"He's already slipped past them once. What's to say he won't do it again." I hated to admit, but I agreed with him.

"He's right," I answered, "Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands."

~D. A. D. A.~

"Intriguing, isn't it?" Professor Lupin asked. We were standing in the class room with a giant wardrobe sitting in the middle. There were mirrors surrounding the surface.

"Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?"

"A Boggart."

"Very good, Mr. Thomas…Can anyone tell me what a Boggart looks like?"

"No one knows."

Hermione stated behind us. I was startled a bit; I didn't think she was in this class. She continued her explanation to the Professor. "Boggarts are shape-shifters; they take the form of what a particular person fears the most. That's what makes them so— "

"So terrifying, yes." Lupin interrupted. "Luckily there is a simple charm that exists to repel them."

The wardrobe shuffled again, signaling the Boggart wanted to get out.

He had us all say the Charm together, then he pulled Neville forward to be the first volunteer.

"So, Neville, what is it you fear most?"

"…Professor Snape."

A few students in the room burst into a fit of laughter. Professor Lupin had a smile on his face

"Yes, he frightens all…and you live with your grandmother?"

He nodded, "I don't want it to turn into her, either."

More laughter.

"No…I just want you to picture her clothes. Only her clothes."

"She carries a red handbag…" Lupin waved him off.

"We don't need to hear. As long as you see it, we'll see it. Now when I open that wardrobe, I want you to do as I say." He walked over to the boy and leaned over in his ear. I didn't hear what he said as I was toward the back of the room.

"Alright, wand at the ready." Lupin told the boy.

He lifted his own wand and cast a charm to unlock the handle. When it did the wardrobe opened to reveal Professor Snape.

"Alright, think Neville." The professor told him. As the disguised boggart edged closer, Neville took a deep breath and pointed his wand,

"Ridikulus." All of a sudden Snape's black attire turned into a green dress suit with faux fur, a ridiculous hat and a red hand bag. Most of the room burst into laughter at seeing the potions professor in the attire, even if it was only the disguise of a boggart.

"Wonderful! Well done, Neville."

With that he had the rest of us line up, and we would cast the charm on what we feared. Ron had gone up and the boggart turned into a giant spider. He said the charm and the spider had roller skates attached to its feet. A Gryffindor girl named Pavarti went next and a snake appeared, she changed it into a jack in the box.

Harry was next up. I stood in line nervous, I hoped it wasn't going to be what I thought it would. Professor Lupin seemed to have the same idea, as once the boggart took shape of the dementor he jumped in front of him. The dementor then turned into a full moon.

"Ridikulus!" It became a balloon and was deflating, flying around the room. He cast some more charms to have the boggart return to the wardrobe and locked it back up. He turned towards us and said, "Sorry, but I think we are done for the day. Please collect your books from the back. That's the end of the lesson."

Many of the students groaned in disappointment, but did as the man asked.

Hope you enjoyed this Chapter! :)