Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban-with Newt
A/N: Sorry for deleting this and re uploading it. I found out so many errors. It's what I get for working at two stories at the same time. I really apologize to those who read it before I fixed it. It probably didn't make sense at all.
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Chapter 10: The Marauder's Map
Harry had to stay in the Hospital Wing for the rest of the weekend. Harry didn't argue or complain about it because he was too depressed about his broom. Harry insisted on keeping the broken pieces because Harry clinged onto small hope that it was fixable, even though logical part of his mind told otherwise.
On the bit of a bright side, many people came to visit him so he wasn't lonely. Hagrid sent him some flowers that resembled cabbage, Ginny gave him a hand made while blushing furiously (Harry carefully kept that card in his pocket after staring at it for several times) and the Gryffindor quidditch team all came and visit. Wood also came to visit him and told him in hollow voice that it wasn't his fault they lost.
Ron, Newt and Hermione all visited everyday and only left his side at night. Newt even brought his transforming rabbit Blackey to keep Harry company while they weren't there. Of course, normally Madam Pomfrey would never have allowed an animal in the Hospital wing, but Blackey conveniently transformed into a silk hat whenever she was near.
But even all his friends visiting him did little to improve his mood. His mind was still on about his broom. It felt like he lost a close friend.
Dementors. They caused all this. Harry tried to tell him that but every time he thought about Dementors, he felt sick and humiliated. No one Harry knew collapsed whenever Dementors got close to him. Now that Harry knew who the scream belonged to Harry felt both happy and sad.
Sad that that was what his mother said in her last breath. Sad that his mother openly defied Voldemort and tried to protect him while Voldemort laughed as he killed her. Happy that for the first time, he heard his mother's voice. Happy that he got see a proof he got to see his parents really loved him.
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Harry was glad when he was released from the Hospital Wing because now he could focus on other things like his school works. Of course, he had to endure Malfoy taunting him or mimicking Harry falling off the broom, but that was a small price to pay to keep his mind occupied.
When Malfoy spent most of the Potion class imitating Harry's fall, Ron lost it and threw a crocodile heart at his face. Although Harry expected it, he was still appalled when Snape docked him 50 points.
Of course, Ron was more angry than Harry. "That slimy basta." Ron growled.
"Ron!" Hermione scolded.
"Whatever! I swear, if that slimy git is teaching DADA, I am walking out of that class!" yelled Ron.
Harry looked at Ron and saw that he truly meant it. Harry also saw Newt, who looked determined.
"If Snape asks me for his homework on killing Werewolves, I am literally going to tell him I refuse to do such immoral and cruel homework. I am not going down without a fight." Newt said firmly.
Soon, they arrived at the DADA class. To their relief, Professor Lupin was back. He really must have been ill because he looked extremely sickly and pale. It looked as if he was brought back from the dead. But he still smiled at the class as they all took their seat, and they all burst into complain about Snape.
"Why did he give us homework when he was just filling in?"
"He ignored when we told him we knew nothing about Werewolves!"
"How could he give such immoral homework?"
Professor Lupin frowned when they mentioned they learned about Werewolves. "Did you tell Professor Snape we didn't cover that part yet?" asked Professor Lupin.
"We did!"
"Then he said we were behind!"
Professor Lupin smiled at the look of indignation on every face.
"Don't worry. I'll speak to Professor Snape. You don't have to do the essay."
Everyone and especially Newt cheered. "Yes! I was worried I might have to do that cruel homework!"
"Oh no," said Hermione, looking very disappointed. "I've already finished it!"
"Hermione, why would you even write such horrid thing?" asked Newt.
"Well it was homework! I had to do it!" protested Hermione.
They had a very enjoyable class that day. In the class, they covered Hinkypunks, a one legged creature that looked like it was made of wisp.
When the class ended, everyone excited the class looking very happy Snape didn't teach them. When Harry was about to leave, Professor Lupin stopped him.
"Just a minute Harry, a word?"
"I heard about the match," said Lupin. "and I'm sorry about your broomstick. Is it completely unfixable?"
"Unfortunately. It is. The tree completely destroyed it." said Harry.
Lupin sighed.
"They planted the Whomping Willow the same year that I arrived at Hogwarts. After a boy nearly lost an eye by going near it, we were forbidden to go near it. No broomstick would stand a chance."
"Did you hear about the Dementors too?" said Harry.
Lupin looked at him. "Yes, I did. I don't think any of us have seen Professor Dumbledore that angry. I suppose they were the reason for the fall?"
"Yes. It just…." Harry let out a frustrated sigh. "Why? Why do they effect me like that? Am I?"
"No! It had nothing to do with being weak." said Professor Lupin sternly.
"The Dementors affect you worse than the others because there are horrors in your past that the others don't have. Dementors are just evil personified. They feed on happy memories. They drain any kind of feeling of happiness or hope. When a Dementor feeds on your happy thought enough, you will completely lose any memory of happiness. You will be reduced to something soulless."
"When they got near me…." Harry said gulping. "I heard my mom."
Professor Lupin dropped the book he was about to pack. He raised his hands to grip on Harry's shoulder but stopped.
There was a moment of silence.
Then Harry asked a question. "Why did they come after me during the match?"
"They're getting hungry," said Lupin coolly. "Since Dumbledore won't let them into school, their supply of human prey dried up. They probably couldn't resist the large crowd around the Quidditch field. Especially not with all the excitements and high emotions. It would have been a feast for them."
"That time at the train… That time when I first saw the Dementor… You managed to make it go away. How did you do it?" asked Harry.
"There are certain defences one can use to counter Dementors. But I do it because there was only one Dementor. The more there are, the harder it is to counter." said Lupin.
"That Defense… Could you teach me?" asked Harry eagerly.
"Woah Harry. Just because I drove away one Dementor, that doesn't make me an automatic expert on getting rid of Dementors." said Lupin.
"Yes. But still, you know how to do it. I need to learn that defense. What if another Dementor comes in during the next Quidditch match?" pleaded Harry.
Lupin thought for a moment. "Well… alright. I'll try and help. But it'll have to wait until next term. I have a lot to do before the holidays. I chose a very inconvenient time to be sick."
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With Lupin promising a anti Dementor lessons, the thought that he would never have to hear his mother's death again and the fact that Ravenclaw destroyed the Hufflepuffs in their Quidditch Match definitely made Harry feel much happier.
With the Ravenclaw's victory, Harry was very happy that they might have a chance of winning the cup. During practice, which got much more strict when Wood regained his spirit, Harry was glad to see that there were no Dementors on the ground.
Two weeks before the end of the term, the sky lightened suddenly to a dazzling white and the muddy grounds were covered with pure white snow.
Inside the castle, there was a buzz of Christmas in the air. The students were all happily discussing their plans for the holidays.
Both Ron, Newt and Hermione had decided to remain at Hogwarts. Ron claimed it was because he couldn't stand two weeks with Percy, Newt said his parents were busy with the farm, and Hermione insisted she needed to use the library.
But Harry really knew that they were staying to keep him company. He was very grateful for that.
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To everyone's delight except Harry's, there was to be another Hogsmeade trip on the very last weekend of the term.
Resigned to the fact that he would be the only third year staying behind again, Harry borrowed a copy of Which Broomstick from Wood, and decided to spend the day reading up on the different makes.
He had been riding one of the school brooms at team practice which was very slow and jerky and Harry definitely needed a new broom of his own.
On the Saturday morning of the Hogsmeade trip, Harry bid goodbye to Ron, Newt and Hermione. Harry then turned to head back toward the Gryffindor Tower, when he heard someone.
"Psst! Harry!"
He turned and that it was Fred and George calling him.
"What are you doing?" said Harry curiously. "How come you're not going to Hogsmeade?"
"We've come to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go," said Fred, with a mysterious wink. "Come in here…"
He nodded toward an empty classroom and Harry followed Fred and George inside. George closed the door quietly and then turned, beaming, to look at Harry.
"Early Christmas present for you, Harry," he said.
Fred pulled something from inside his cloak with a flourish and laid it on one of the desks. It was a large, square, very worn piece of parchment with nothing written on it.
"Umm thanks. But I have plenty of parchments." said Harry.
Fred and George laughed loudly.
"Did you hear him Gred? I have plenty of parchments!"
"I heard him brother of mine! Ah… Young and naive Harry. If only you knew, this parchment was secret to our success."
"I'm sorry. But could you guys fill me in?" asked Harry.
"Of course. It all started when we were young, sweet, innocent…" George said while Fred dramatically sighed. Harry raised his eyebrows. Have they ever been innocent in their lives?
"Anyway, at least more innocent then we were right now. You see, we once pissed Filch of real bad. And he dragged us into his office. There, we found a cabinet that said Confiscated and Highly Dangerous." said Fred.
"So, I set off a diversion dungbomb and when Filch was out, we opened that cabinet and…."
"You took it from there?" asked Harry incredulously.
"Yep! And that was the proudest achievement we ever did at this school. This little beauty taught us more than all the teachers in here." said George.
"So how does this work?" asked Harry.
Fred pointed his wand at the parchment and said I solemnly swear, I'm up to no good.
And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider's web. They joined each other, they crisscrossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment. Then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed:
Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present
THE MARAUDER'S MAP
It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. Even more amazing was the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labelled with a name. Astounded, Harry bent over it. A labelled dot in the top left corner showed that Professor Dumbledore was pacing his study, Mrs Norris prowling the second floor, and the map even showed where the ghosts were.
And as Harry's eyes travelled up and down the familiar corridors, he noticed something else. The map showed a set of passages that seemed to lead to Hogsmeade.
"There are seven in all. Now, Filch knows about these four" said George as he pointed at the passages.
"But we are the only ones who know about these. Oh, don't bother with this one. We tried and it was blocked. And don't use this one either, the Whomping Willow's planted right over the entrance."
"But this one here. This one it the real good one. This one leads right into the cellar of Honeydukes. We've used it loads of times. And as you might've noticed, the entrance is right outside this room, through that one eyed old crone's hump." said Fred.
"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," sighed George, patting the heading of the map. "We owe them so much."
"Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of lawbreakers," said Fred solemnly.
"Oh, and don't forget to wipe the parchment when you're done with it. Just point your wand and say Mischief managed." said George.
"Well, we will be going Harryikins. And Harry? Behave yourself." said Fred with a uncanny impression of Percy.
Then the duo left the room with a proud smirk.
Harry stood there, gazing at the miraculous map. With this, he could go to Hogsmeade, without having to go through Dementors.
Harry traced the secret passage to Honeydukes with his finger. Harry checked to see no one ws outside. Very carefully, he edged out of the room and behind the statue of the one eyed witch.
What did he have to do? He pulled out the map again and saw to his astonishment, that a new ink figure had appeared upon it, labelled 'Harry Potter'. The dot had appeared on exact spot where Harry was standing. Harry watched the map as a tiny speech bubble appeared on the statue that said 'Dissendium.'
"Dissendium!" Harry whispered, tapping the stone witch. At once, the statue's hump opened wide enough to admit a fairly thin person. Harry tucked away the map and when inside the hole.
He slid a considerable way down what felt like a stone slide, then landed on cold, damp earth. He stood up, looking around. It was pitch dark. He held up his wand, muttered, "Lumos!" and saw that he was in a very narrow passageway.
Harry smiled and pointed his wand at the map again and whispered "Mishcief Managed." Then Harry started to walk through the passageway.
Harry walked for quite a long time and Harry came across stone steps. Harry walked up the steps and on what he felt was the 200th step, Harry bumped his head on something. Harry looked up and saw that it was a trapdoor.
Harry stood there listening carefully. He couldn't hear any sounds above him. Very slowly, he pushed the trapdoor open and peered over the edge. He was in a cellar full of wooden crates and boxes. Harry climbed out and closed the trapdoor, which blended with the floor perfectly.
Harry crept slowly toward the wooden staircase that led upstairs. Now he could hear voices and the sound of doors opening and shutting.
Wondering when he should get out, he suddenly heard a door open and somebody coming down.
Harry leapt behind an enormous crate and waited for the footsteps to pass. He heard a man shifting boxes against the opposite wall. An employee, Harry presumed. This was the chance.
Quickly and silently, Harry dodged out from his hiding place and climbed the stairs. Harry reached the door at the top of the stairs, slipped through it, and found himself behind the counter of Honeydukes.
Honeydukes was extremely crowded with all the Hogwarts students. To Harry's relief, they all seemed busy buying and eating so no one noticed Harry.
Harry took a good look and understood why Ron spoke so highly of the place. The place was brilliant, filled with hundreds of sweets. From sweets Harry tried before like Bertie Bott's every flavor beans, to sweets Harry never even heard of like black Pepper Imps.
Harry squeezed himself through a crowd and saw a sign hanging in the farthest corner of the shop that said UNUSUAL TASTES. Ron, Newt and Hermione were standing underneath it, examining sweets.
Harry sneaked up behind them.
"Ugh, no, Harry won't want one of those, they're for vampires, I expect," said Hermione as she picked up a blood flavored lolipops.
"I don't think Harry would like a Fizzing Whizbee." said Newt.
"Why?" asked Ron.
"Do you know what Fizzing Whizbee are made of?" asked Newt.
"No."
"Dried Billywig stings." said Newt glumly.
"What's a Billywig?" asked Ron.
"Simply put, large flying insect." said Newt.
Ron looked disgusted as he put down the Fizzing Whizbee. "Last time I'm eating them." muttered Ron. Then he picked up a Cockroach Cluster. "Maybe this? I mean, it's not a real cockroach."
"Not really. I don't fancy eating cockroach shaped foods." said Harry from behind.
Ron nearly dropped the jar while Newt looked surprised and turned around.
"Harry!" squealed Hermione. "What are you doing here? How... how did you get here?"
"Wow!" said Ron, looking very impressed, "you've learned to Apparate!"
"'Course I haven't," said Harry. He dropped his voice so no one would hear them. Then Harry told him about the Marauder's Map.
"How come Fred and George never gave it to me!" said Ron, outraged. "I'm their brother!"
"Harry, those that map really shows everyone? Even… even animals?" Newt asked in trembling voice. He started sweating and looked very nervous.
"Yeah. It even shows location of ghosts. Why?" asked Harry.
"Oh nothing… Just wondering…." said Newt, still looking rather uneasy.
"But Harry isn't going to keep it!" said Hermione. "He's going to hand it into Professor McGonagall, aren't you, Harry?"
"No, why would I?" snorted Harry.
"Are you mad?" said Ron, goggling at Hermione. "Hand in something that good?"
"If I hand it in, I'll have to say where I got it! Filch would know Fred and George had nicked it! They would be dragged into me." said Harry.
"But what about Sirius Black?" Hermione hissed.
"What about him? Look, Filch knows about 4 and rest is only what Fred and George knows. There is no way Black is going to use those passages." said Harry
Ron cleared his throat, and pointed to a notice pasted on the inside of the sweetshop door.
BY ORDER OF THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC
Customers are reminded that until further notice, Dementors will be patrolling the streets of Hogsmeade every night after sundown. This measure has been put in place for the safety of Hogsmeade residents and will be lifted upon the recapture of Sirius Black. It is therefore advisable that you complete your shopping well before nightfall.
Merry Christmas!
"See?" said Ron. "Do you really think Black would break into Honeydukes with Dementors swarming over the village? That will be suicide."
"Yes, but... but…." Heroine seemed to be struggling to find another problem.
"Hermione, why don't we just lay off? Black would never find Harry through this crowd. Also, I think Harry deserves to enjoy the Hogsmeade." said Newt.
Hermione bit her lip, looking extremely worried.
"Are you going to report me?" Harry asked her, grinning.
"Of course not… But Harry…. Please be careful!"
When Ron, Newt and Hermione had paid for all their sweets, the four of them left Honeydukes for the blizzard outside. Hogsmeade looked amazing. There were numerous shops and buildings all covered with snow and there were holly wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees.
Ron and Hermione started to argue over where to go.
"How about the Zonko's?"
"Wouldn't the post office be better?"
"We could go up to the Shrieking Shack."
Newt stopped them. "OK, why don't we go for a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. Harry, you never tried a warm Butterbeer. Have you?" said Newt.
"Sounds great." said Harry.
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The Three Broomsticks was extremely crowded, noisy, warm, and smoky. A curvy sort of woman with a pretty face was serving up at the bar.
"That's Madam Rosmerta," said Ron. "I'll get the drinks, shall I?" he added, going slightly red.
Harry and Hermione saw Newt had got them a seat in the corner next to a big Christmas tree near a fireplace. Ron came back five minutes later, carrying four foaming tankards of hot butterbeer.
"Merry Christmas!" he said happily, raising his tankard.
"Happy Christmas indeed." said Newt as he picked up the drink.
Harry drank deeply. It was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted and seemed to heat every bit of him from the inside. Newt was right, it did taste better warm.
A sudden breeze ruffled his hair. The door of the Three Broomsticks had opened again. Harry looked over the rim of his tankard and choked. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the pub, followed by Hagrid who was followed by the Minister of Magic.
In an instant, Ron and Hermione had both placed hands on the top of Harry's head and forced him off his stool and under the table, while Newt put his suitcase on the table to prevent people from seeing Harry.
Staring through the dense lower branches, Harry saw four sets of chair legs move back from the table right beside theirs then saw the teachers and minister sitting down.
Next he saw another pair of feet and heard a woman's voice.
"A small gillywater?"
"Mine," said Professor McGonagall's voice.
"Four pints of mulled mead?"
"Ta, Rosmerta," said Hagrid.
"A cherry syrup and soda with ice and umbrella."
"Mmm!" said Professor Flitwick, smacking his lips.
"And for you Minister, red currant rum."
"Thank you Rosmerta." said the Minister. "Why don't you join us?"
"Why thank you Minister." said Madam Rosmerta.
Harry watched the heels march away and back again. His heart was pounding uncomfortably in his throat. Why hadn't it occurred to him that this was the last weekend of term for the teachers too? And how long were they going to sit there? He needed time to sneak back into Honeydukes if he wanted to return to school tonight.
"So, what brings you here Minister?" asked Madam Rosmerta.
The Minister lowered his voice."What else, but Sirius Black? I daresay you heard what happened up at the school at Halloween?"
"I did hear a rumour," admitted Madam Rosmerta. "Do you think he is near the village?"
"I'm sure of it," said Fudge shortly.
"But didn't the Dementors searched the whole village twice? They are bad for business you know." said Madam Rosmerta with slight edege to her voice.
"Rosmerta, dear, I don't like them any more than you do," said Fudge uncomfortably. "But, it is a necessary precaution. I've met few of them and they are furious against Dumbledore for not letting them inside the castle grounds."
"And for good reasons! How are we supposed to teach with those things floating around? " said Professor McGonagall sharply.
"Hear, hear!" squeaked tiny Professor Flitwick.
"They are here to protect you all from something worse. We all know what Black's capable of." said Fudge sternly.
"you know, I still have trouble believing it. Of all the people to go dark, I expected Sirius Black to be the last." said Madam Rosmerta thoughtfully.
"You don't even know the real worse thing he did." said Fudge gruffly.
"The real worse? What's worse than killing 12 innocent people?" asked Madam Rosmerta.
"Do you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta?" murmured Professor McGonagall. "Do you remember who his best friend was?"
"How could I not?" said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh. "Never saw one without the other, did you? They were inseparable Sirius Black and James Potter!"
Harry dropped his tankard with a loud clunk. Ron kicked him. "James Potter? Did she mean his dad?"
"Precisely," said Professor McGonagall. "Black and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright, of course. Exceptionally bright, I might add."
"They were even worse than the Weasley twins!" said Hagrid.
"Black and James were brothers in all but blood. They were so close!" said Professor Flitwick.
"Of course they were," said Fudge. "Potter trusted Black beyond all his other friends. He was even his best man when James married Lily. They even named him godfather to Harry. Harry has no idea of this of course, what would he think if he found out?"
"Because Black turned out to be in league with You Know Who?" whispered Madam Rosmerta.
"Worse even than that," Fudge dropped his voice even more. "Not many people are aware that the Potters knew You Know Who was after them. When one of Dumbledore's spies tipped him off, he alerted James and Lily at once. Dumbledore suggested that their best chance was the Fidelius Charm."
"How does that work?" said Madam Rosmerta, breathless with interest. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat.
"An immensely complex spell," he said squeakily, "You choose a location and the secret keeper. If the secret keeper does not reveal the location, it is impossible to find them. As long as the secret keeper refused to speak, You Know Who could search the village where Lily and James were staying for years and never find them, not even if he had his nose pressed against their sitting room window!"
"So, Black was the secret keeper for the Potters?" gasped Madam Rosmerta.
"Naturally," said Professor McGonagall. "James Potter told Dumbledore that Black would die rather than tell. I remember him offering to be the Potters' Secret Keeper himself."
"Even though Dumbledore had suspected for some time that someone on our side had turned traitor and was passing a lot of information to You Know Who, he still insisted on using Black." said Professor Flitwick.
"And then, barely a week after the Fidelius Charm had been performed…." said Fudge
"Black betrayed them?" breathed Madam Rosmerta.
"He did indeed. Black was tired of his double agent role, he was ready to declare his support openly for You Know Who. This seemed like a perfect opportunity for him. Then as you know, You Know Who met his downfall in little Harry Potter. Powers gone, horribly weakened, he fled. Black was in a bad spot. His master had fallen when he showed his true color."
"I met that dirty ruddy bastard!" growled Hagrid.
"Hagrid! Keep it down!" said Professor McGonagall. But Hagrid was not listening.
"I musta bin the last ter see him before he killed all them people! When I rescued lil Harry from Lily and James's house, he came in his motorcycle. Never occurred ter me what he was doin' there. I didn' know he'd bin Lily and James's Secret Keeper. He was white and shakin. Then that dirty traitor asked me to hand over Harry!" Hagrid shouted.
"Hagrid! Please!" said Professor McGonagall.
"He said he was his godfather and he will raise little Harry. Godfather my foot! He probably would have dumped Harry in the ocean at first opportunity! But I told him I had orders from Dumbledore and Harry was going to live with his aunt an uncle. Black argued but he gave in. Told me ter take his motorbike ter get Harry there. 'I won't need it anymore,' he says. I should have known somethin was fishy. Why would he give me his motorcycle he loved so much?"
A long silence followed Hagrid's story. Then Madam Rosmerta said with some satisfaction, "But he didn't manage to disappear, did he? The Ministry of Magic caught up with him next day!"
"Alas, if only we had," said Fudge bitterly. "It was not we who found him. It was Peter Pettigrew, James's another friend. Maddened by grief, no doubt, and knowing that Black had been the Potters' secret keeper, he went after Black himself."
"Pettigrew… Wasn't he the little boy who was tagging after James at Hogwarts?" said Madam Rosmerta.
"He worshipped Black and Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "Never quite in their league, talent wise. I still regret being so harsh on him at class." She suddenly blew her nose.
"There, now, Minerva," said Fudge kindly, "Pettigrew died a hero's death. Muggles told us how Pettigrew cornered Black. They heard 'Lily and James, Sirius! How could you?' And then he went for his wand. Well, of course, Black was quicker. Blew Pettigrew to smithereens."
Professor McGonagall blew her nose again. "Stupid foolish boy… He should have left it to the Ministry."
"After that, there was an explosion. I was Junior Minister in the Department of Magical Catastrophes at the time, and I was one of the first on the scene after Black murdered all those people. I still have nightmares about that time. A crater in the middle of the street, so deep it had cracked the sewer below, bodies everywhere, people screaming and Black standing in the middle of it, laughing! And Pettigrew got the worse. All they could find of him was his finger!"
Fudge's voice stopped and there was the sound of five noses being blown.
"Then we all know. Black was taken away by twenty members of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad and Pettigrew received the Order of Merlin, First Class. Black's been in Azkaban ever since." said Fudge.
Madam Rosmerta let out a long sigh. "Is it true he's mad, Minister?"
"I wish I could say that he was," said Fudge slowly. "I was certain he would be. Yet, I met Black on my last inspection of Azkaban. You know, most of the prisoners in there sit muttering to themselves in the dark. But he was normal. He spoke quite rationally. He asked me if I was finished wit my newspaper as normally as anyone would. Said something about wanting to do the crossword. Dementors were there everyday and yet, he was still normal."
"But what do you think he's broken out to do?" said Madam Rosmerta. "Don't tell me he is trying to rejoin You Know Who!"
"I daresay that is his eventual plan," said Fudge. "But we hope to catch Black long before that. I must say, You Know Who alone is one thing… but give him back his most devoted servant, and I shudder to think him rising again."
Professor McGonagall checked the clock. "You know, Cornelius, if you're dining with the headmaster, we'd better head back up to the castle," said Professor McGonagall.
One by one, the professors left. The door of Three Broomsticks opened and the teachers disappeared.
"Harry?"
Ron, Newt and Hermione looked under the table, lost for words.
A/N Some quotes are from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by JK Rowling. Please leave a review! Constructive criticism are welcomed.