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"Harry, come on! Wake up!" Kat screamed into Harry's ear, "We're going to Diagon Alley today to get my school things!" Harry groaned and pulled the covers over his head. He had forgotten that it was Kat's first year at Hogwarts.

Kat stopped trying to pull the covers off of her older brother and instead but a sly grin on her face. Good thing she knew Harry's ticklish spots…

"Kat…s-s-stop! I'll get up! I'll get up!" Harry said between laughing. Kat sat back and Harry grabbed her around her waist and playfully threw her out of the room. He got dressed, and hurried downstairs. Kat no longer had a grin on her face, and James and Lily didn't look so happy either.

"What's up?" Harry asked, looking from one somber face to the next. Then he noticed the newspaper in front of his father. It had a picture of a man with a mousy face and sunken, watery eyes, and with almost no hair left. He was laughing madly and being restrained by chains.

"Wormtail," James said darkly, "The bastard who sold us out to Voldemort."

"He escaped from Azkaban? Isn't that impossible?" Kat asked, clearly scared.

"He's an Animagus. That's how he got out." Harry said thoughtfully. He remembered his dad telling the story of how he and his friends became animals every full moon for Remus.

"James, you have to tell Dumbledore." Lily said, sounding very concerned.

"Lils, you know I can't do that. I'd have to tell him the whole story, and that would mean telling him how we betrayed his trust, especially Remus." James replied.

"Well," said Kat, trying to brighten up the mood, "Who's up for Diagon Alley?"

It turned out that the trip to Diagon Alley wasn't the best thing to get their minds off of Pettigrew. Wanted signs with his picture on it looked down on them from every storefront, staring with sunken eyes. Harry got the chills just looking at them. He hoped he would never have to meet him in person.

As Harry was walking out of Flourish and Blott's he spotted Ron and Hermione having an argument while Hermione was holding something fluffy and orange that resembled a pig with hair. "That beast just attacked me, Hermione."

"It's not a beast Ronald, it's a cat and he was only trying to play."

"Play? It jumped on my head!"

"Ron! Hermione! Over here!" Harry shouted, trying to intervene before his two best friends got in a fight again.

"Harry," Hermione replied cheerfully, "How's your summer been?"

"Pretty good," he said, and then dropped his voice don into a whisper, "Until this morning."

There was a flicker of understanding mixed with horror across Ron's face as he whispered, "You don't think Pettigrew's out to get you guys do you?"

"I don't know," Harry replied truthfully, "I mean, my dad wasn't too happy to see his face again. He did betray his friendship to all of the Marauders."

"But everyone's looking for him, aren't they?" Hermione asked, worried etched onto her face.

"Yeah, but no one's every escaped from Azkaban have they?"

All of a sudden, a wind swept through the alley, and it seemed like all the light had been sucked out. Harry clutched his cloak around him more, but it seemed like the cold was coming from inside him. "Dementors," he heard James mutter before reaching into his pocket and taking out a bit of chocolate that he gave to Kat. Then Harry saw them. Huge, cloaked figures with scabbed, rotting hands gliding down the street. Everyone seemed to be shivering as the horrible creatures soared past. One stopped at Harry and seemed to be looking at him. Then, suddenly he heard voices…

"No! Not Harry! Kill me instead!" screamed a woman's voice. Then, a high pitched, cold laugh.

"You would die for your son? Such love you must have." Said a voice not unlike the laughter he had heard before.

Harry opened his eyes and found himself lying on his back and staring straight up at his mother's face. "Are you alright dear?" She asked, handing him some chocolate that immediately warmed him up.

"I heard you, Mom. On that night. You were screaming, and then there was laughing and this cold voice…" Harry gave a shudder as remembered the horrible voice. He did not however, miss the looks of worry pass between his parents' faces.

"Well," said James firmly, "There won't be any problems with dementors at Hogwarts…I hope."

"That reminds me," Harry started, "Who's our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year?"

A sly grin came across James' face, which reminded Lily of the look he had when he was planning a prank. "I guess you'll have to find out," He said casually.

While Hermione went into Flourish and Blott's to buy all her new schoolbooks (which were quite a lot considering she signed up for every subject), Harry and Ron discussed their next prank for the Slytherins.

"I say we prank Snape too," Ron said eagerly, "Fred and George always have been able to convince the house elves of anything."

"Brilliant. Let's do it." Harry said.

"Do what?" asked James, who had just came up behind the two boys, causing them to jump.

"Um…well…"Harry stuttered, "We were going to, um, ask you about the pranks you did at school. Yeah, that's right!"

James seemed to lighten up at the fact of reminiscing of his days at school. "Well, there was a really funny prank we did involving Snivellus, a bottle of shampoo and a suit of armor…" and he continued to tell the story while Harry and Ron laughed uproariously, causing many people on the crowded street to stare.

After James had left to go help Kat pick out a wand, Harry and Ron where still chuckling. "Well, I think we have a good idea for our next prank," Ron said with a smirk.

Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were all sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Ron and Harry were telling the twins about their idea, and the twins agreed, but suggested a few more things to make it better. After planning was over, they each went their separate way, the twins went to find Lee Jordan and Ron and Harry looking for Hermione.

They found Hermione saving a seat for them, although the compartment wasn't entirely empty. There was a man asleep in the corner, facing away from the three students.

"Sorry," Hermione said, "Everywhere else was full."

"It's okay." Harry replied.

"Who is that anyway?"

"I don't know…wait a second, it's Lupin!" Harry was excited to see his practically uncle. He shook him awake, making quite a racket as he did so.

"Harry, so nice to see you again." Lupin said when he finally woke up, "and you too, Ron and Hermione." They both smiled back at him.

Harry was about to ask him what he was doing here when that cold chill swept through the train, extinguishing all the lights. He heard something moving outside the compartment but he didn't dare open it. He knew what was out there. Then he saw it. The long billowing cloaks, the scabbed rotting hands and they were coming closer and closer to the compartment door.

Harry saw the compartment door open and Lupin cast a spell that shot a silvery light from the tip of his wand and then a voice…

"Lily, take Harry and run! Go!"

"I don't have time for you Potter, finish him off!" The cold high pitched voice said.

And then Harry found himself on the floor again. "I heard my dad that time" He said suddenly, sitting straight up. Remus offered him chocolate which he gladly took to take away the feeling of utter coldness.

"Don't worry about it," Remus said, "I'm going to go have word with the driver."

Harry was in the Hospital Wing, devastated at the state of him precious Nimbus Two Thousand. Then, an idea hit him. He got up quietly as to not alert Madam Pomfrey of his departure, and ran to the Gryffindor Common Room. He looked around and quickly spotted his sister. "Kat!" He yelled.

"Shouldn't you be in the Hospital Wing? You had a pretty big fall off your broom," She said, eyeing him as if to see if he had any obvious broken bones.

"That doesn't matter," he replied, totally not worried about his current medical condition. "Can you write to Mom and Dad and ask them to send my old Comet three sixty?"

"Why can't you do it?"

"It's your broom."

"Fine, but you owe me one."

"Of course, now go write that letter."

Dear Mom and Dad,

Harry broke his broomstick by falling off of it on a windy day and it blew into the Whomping Willow. He's apparently fine but he wants his old Comet back, which is technically mine so does this mean I get a new broomstick? Because if it does I know exactly which one I want. But we can talk about that later. I have homework that I have to do.

Lots of love,

Kat

Dear Kat,

No you're not getting a new broom anytime soon. Maybe for Christmas you can pick out a broom. We'll get Harry one. Don't tell him though; we want it to be a surprise. Thanks so much sweetie.

Lots of love,

Mom and Dad

After Kat read the letter from her parents, she went back over to where her best friend Robby was waiting for her to finish homework. "Where's Chloe?" he asked, not even looking up from his Charms essay. He was speaking of their other best friend.

"She's at the library looking for a book on Transfiguration." Kat replied. Just as she said this, Chloe walked through the portrait hole. She smiled brightly, showing perfectly white teeth. Chloe had beautiful red hair that curled naturally and rested a few inches below her shoulders. She had hazel eyes, speckled with blue.

"Hi Kat, Robby." She said as she sat down, dropping a book that looked as if it weighed as much as her in front of her. "Just for a bit of extra reading, you know." She said casually to her two friend's surprised looks. Chloe reminded Kat a lot of her brother's friend Hermione.

Just as Kat was about to tell Chloe how ridiculous the book was, she heard excited shouts from the boys' dormitory. Then, Harry came running down with a new broom in his hand, shouting, "I got a Firebolt! A Firebolt! Wow!" Ron was right behind him, admiring the broom. Robby looked up quickly, and his eyes grew as wide as galleons.

'Boys and Quidditch' thought Kat. As she watched, half the people in the common room crowding around it, all admiring it especially Oliver Wood. Kat just rolled her eyes.

"He's been sighted! Pettigrew's been sighted!" Dean Thomas' voice rang out through the Great Hall. He laid the newspaper down on the table. "He was spotted in Albania, of all places!" Both of the Potter children gasped. Their father had told them Albania was where Voldemort was last sighted. Before anyone could utter a sound, Harry jumped up and ran towards the direction of the Owlery, Kat right on his heels.

A/N Sorry for the delay, I had writer's block, so part of this chapter might have been not so good. Again, Sorry. Please review!