Disclaimer: See chapter 1 which I just remembered is the Prologue! No way!

"HOW DARE YOU GIVE THIS NUMBER TO PEOPLE LIKE ---- PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!" Uncle Vernon roared as I walked in the door. I shrunk back a little and looked from the purple faced Uncle Vernon to the pale faced Harry. Harry nodded slightly and then turned to go upstairs, with me following.

"Mind explaining what happened?" I asked once we got to the room we shared, which was becoming quite awkward really. Harry sat on his bed and sighed.

"Ron called." He began.

"And…" I prompted.

"He was shouting the whole time and then he mentioned Hogwarts and it all sort of went down hill from there." He finished.

"Oh. Sorry I missed it." I opened the bag I had draped over my shoulder and pulled out the folder and colored pencils I had put in there.

"Where were you anyway?" Harry asked looking at my little pile I had just created.

"Oh, outside drawing. Seeing as I can't do any homework until tonight I thought I'd draw." I explained.

"Since when do you draw?"

"Since Dudley got that art set for his birthday last year and he didn't like it."
"Oh. So you took the stuff and just went at it huh?"

"In a nutshell yeah." Harry smiled and stretched out on his bed. I slid the folder under Harry's bed and did the same. We stayed like that until it was dark enough to do our homework with out the risk of the Dursleys walking in on us because they'd all be asleep. I had just finished my History of Magic essay when Harry capped his ink bottle and put all his stuff away. I checked my essay quickly and did the same.

"Hey." I said joining him at the window.

"Hey." He replied quietly.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I've been 13 for an hour." He said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"That's right! Happy Birthday Harry!" I whispered giving him a hug. He hugged me back and then we turned back to the window. "They'll be back soon."

"I know. It's just…"
"I know. I miss Talia just as much as you miss Hedwig." Then a bizarre shape appeared over the roves of Private Drive. Harry and I stood looking at it then jumped aside realizing what it was. It was three owls, two holding the other on up, a fourth owl just behind. I recognized three of them. One was Talia, the other was Hedwig and the third was the Weasleys owl Errol. The fourth was a tawny that looked like Talia, and with a jolt I realized that it was a Hogwarts owl. Harry untied Errol's package and carried him to Hedwig's cage while I untied the other packages. As I untied the Hogwarts owl it took off through the open window flying back home. Talia nipped my finger affectionately and flew to her cage and Hedwig followed. Harry came back over and we looked at the Weasleys package first. There were two pieces of paper. One was a Daily Prophet clipping the other was a letter. We read the clipping smiles creeping over our faces. IF anyone deserved to win 700 Galleons it was the Weasleys. WE scanned the picture and smiled. In the middle was Ron, tall, gangly with Scabbers perched on his shoulder and his around Ginny's shoulders. The twins were standing shoulder to shoulder with their careless smiles lighting up their faces and I couldn't help but notice that my heart did a little flip at Fred's face.

"Dude, what I wouldn't give to be there with them." I said.

"I know. It'd be better than here. Well at least Ron got a new wand."
"Good. I was starting to fear for my life with that thing around. What did he get you?" I asked as Harry opened the present and we read the card.

"Why am I not surprised?" I asked.

"I know. Beetles in soup. That is classic Fred and George. But a Sneakascope. Cool."
"Very cool. Cool beans even."
"You're crazy Hannah."
"Oh I know it." He shook his head smiling.

" Let's open Hermione's." WE read the letter and I couldn't help laughing at one particular part.

'And of course Hannah you had to go and make it complicated by being born in September so we have to remember two dates now. But we love you so it's worth it. Sort of.' It read.

"Because it's always my fault." I said laughing.

"Duh. You should know that by now."
"Oh shut it." Harry ducked as I threw a pillow at him but he still managed to smile. He then opened his present Hermione had gotten him. A broom servicing kit.

"Wow Hermione!" He exclaimed, and I knew that no other present would top this one this year. He finally was able to put the kit down and he opened the package from Hogwarts that was addressed to us in Hagrid's hand.

Dear Harry and Hannah,

Happy Birthday Harry!
Think you might find this useful for next year.

Won't say no more here. Tell you when I see you.

Hope the Muggles are treating you right.

All the best,

Hagrid.

P.S. Even though it's not your birthday Hannah you're going to need one too.

"Okay then." I said, "Shall we discover what will come in handy for our next year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft can Wizardry?" I asked in a dramatic voice.

"WE shall." At that we opened the package to find two books. But just as I went to pick one up they scuttled away and flipped off the bed. One went under the desk while the other went under the bed. I dropped to grab the one from under the bed while Harry tackled the desk one. I managed to grab the book after it bit me (What book bites?!?!) a few times. I looked around the room trying to find something to tie it up with. Harry tossed me a belt and I buckled it as tight as it would go. I threw it on the bed and looked at my hand.
"The book bit me." I said in a quavering voice.

"I know." Harry replied. "Leave it to Hagrid to send us a biting book."
"I'm not sure I want to go to Hogwarts this year with that thing being useful." Harry laughed. "What's with the other Hogwarts letter?" I asked.

"It says we get to go to Hogsmeade this year but need a signature from a guardian."
"Oh. That could be potentially problematic."
"I know." He said sighing. I checked the clock. It was already 2 am. "I'm gonna catch some z's." I said crawling into my bed that really was just a pile of blankets on the floor. "Night."
"Night Hannah." Harry said crawling into his bed. He turned off the lamp and I sank into my pillow.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Here's your present from me." I said pulling out the folder from under my pillow and grabbed to right drawing it. It was of him, Ron and Hermione sitting in the common room talking. They were all smiling and if you looked close enough, you could see every detail of the common room.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Do you see the paper in the foreground with the hand and quill?"

"Yeah."
"That's me drawing the picture." He grinned.

"I love it. Thanks."
"Anytime."
"Night Hannah." He said for the second time.
"Night Harry." I rolled over and closed my eyes thinking of the up coming year at Hogwarts and hoping that we could get one of the Dursleys to sign our permission slips to Hogsmeade. I then drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning I ran down the stairs with the Hogsmeade permission slip clutched in my hands. I entered the kitchen just in time to catch an interesting bit of news.

"The public should know that Black is armed and seriously dangerous. A special hotline had been set up and any sightings of Black should be reported immediately."
"No need to tell us he's no good. Just look at him." Uncle Vernon said gruffly.

"And now onto the weather." The reporter said.

"Hang on. You haven't told us where he's escaped from! He could be coming up the street this minute." Uncle Vernon roared. Aunt Petunia whipped around to look out the window and check.

"What did they say his first name was?" I asked randomly.

"Sirius. Sirius Black. What kind of name is that?" was Uncle Vernon's reply. My hand went to the chain around my neck and the initials S.B. that were carved into the back f my necklace came to mind. Impossible. It just wasn't possible. I threw that thought away as quickly as it came. Uncle Vernon stood up and walked out to the hall.

"Uncle Vernon?" I asked quietly. He turned to face me sighing as if it was a waste of time.

"What?"

"Well I was just thinking. You know how when Aunt Marge comes how I have to say I've been going to Gloria's School for Seriously Depressed Girls or whatever well, seeing as I'm not really depressed I was thinking it could be an art school. I have some art and stuff I could show her."
"Alright fine."
"One more thing. Incase she doesn't believe me here's a permission slip I came up with for my 'school' for us to go to the art museum. Incase she doesn't believe me." He looked at the paper in my hand and took it grudgingly and miraculously signed it! "Thanks!"
"This had better work or you're going back into that closet."
"Yes sir!" I said saluting him and running back up stairs. I had done it! Now Harry just had to do the same.

That evening Aunt Marge, who wasn't even really our aunt, came. I was out in charge of cleaning and I noticed that Aunt Petunia had gotten enough food of only 5 people. So either Harry or I wouldn't get any food and it was most likely going to be me just because I had no desire to sit and eat with them. Plus I had to make dessert too. That was my excuse. So while Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley all welcomed Aunt Marge and led her into the living room I started making the food. When the food was done everyone came into the dinning room and sat down. I served everyone giving Aunt Marge the biggest piece of chicken hoping to maybe get on her good side. She hated Harry and me with a passion but she hated me slightly less. I returned to the kitchen to make the dessert like Aunt Petunia had told me too and the group around the table began to eat. I didn't really pay attention to the conversation until Aunt Marge addressed Harry.

"SO, you're still here?" She snapped at him.

"Yes." Harry managed to say.

"Don't say yes in that ungrateful tone! It's damn good of Vernon and Petunia to keep you. Wouldn't have done it myself. You'd have gone straight to an orphanage if you'd been dumped on my doorstep." She growled. 'Good thing we weren't then huh.' I thought. "Don't smirk at me!" She yelled and I winced thinking that Harry had just better be emotionless for a bit. She went off on him for a while then turned to me. "And you."
"Yes." I said turning from the cake I was working on pushing my bangs out of my face and smiling.
"Where do you go to school? Gloria's is it?"

"No. I go to the Bemis School of Art."
"DO they use the cane there?" I looked at Uncle Vernon who shook his head.

"No."
"Well I'm sure some don't deserve it as much as others." She mumbled looking at Harry. "You mustn't blame yourself for the way the boy's turned out Vernon," She went on. "If there's something rotten on the inside, there's nothing you can do about it. Girl more wine." I sighed and gave Harry a look that said 'Calm down' and poured Aunt Marge some wine. "Simple rules of breeding. If there's something wrong with the bitch there's something wrong with the pup." She brought the wine glass up it exploded showering the two of us with glass and wine. I rushed to the kitchen and got a washcloth and dust pan to clean up the glass. I looked at Harry who was looking a little amazed. I noticed my arm was cut and quickly wiped off the blood and continued cleaning up. "Very firm grip Petunia no worries." Aunt Marge supplied as an answer. "Now you never told me what this Potter, their father, did." Aunt Marge stated. I considered correcting her and telling her that I wasn't Harry's sister but didn't want to get yelled at.

"He…didn't work unemployed." Uncle Vernon said.

"As I expected! A no account, good-for nothing, lazy scrounger who…."
"He was no." Harry said suddenly. The room went silent. Then the oven timer went off and Uncle Vernon shouted for more brandy. I got the cake out then poured more brandy as he ordered Harry to bed.

"No, Vernon. Let him stay." Marge hiccupped. "Go on boy. Proud of your parents are you? They go and get themselves killed in a car crash, drunk no doubt…."
"They didn't die in a car crash!" Harry roared and jumping to his feet.

"Harry!" I warned.

"They did die in a car crash you nasty little liar and left you and your sister as a burden on their hard working relatives!" Aunt Marge screamed. I could feel Harry's anger radiating off of him. "You are an insolent ungrateful little…" She suddenly stopped speaking. She seemed to swell with anger but it didn't stop. She kept swelling. Her tweed jacket popped off all of its buttons and she floated towards the ceiling. Harry grabbed my hand and we took off up the stairs grabbing all of our Hogwarts stuff and Harry's presents. We packed them quickly, but I kept my wand out and stuck it in my back pocket. We dragged the trunks down the stairs and came face to face with Uncle Vernon.
"GET BACK IN THERE AND PUT HER RIGHT! NOW!" he roared.

"I think I'll pass thanks." I muttered.
"We're leaving. We're done." Harry opened the door and we walked out into the darkness.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked.

"No idea. Away from there." He said jerking his head back at number 4.
"Okay." We walked a few streets away and finally sat on a low wall on Mongolia Crescent. We sat in silence just listening to the night. Harry began to dig in his trunk looking for something, most likely the Invisibility Cloak I looked across the street and into the alley. Then Harry sat bolt upright and I felt a funny prickling on the back of my neck. I looked harder into the alley and saw two glowing yellow eyes and my breath caught in my chest. A wandlight lit the alley as Harry pointed his wand in that direction. In the alley sat a big black dog.

"Oh snap." I whispered. There was something familiar about the dog though that I couldn't place. Harry stepped backward and fell over his trunk, throwing his arm out to catch his fall. There was a loud BANG and a almost disgustingly purple bus with The Knight Bus painted in gold on the windows. A conductor hoped out and began reciting some sort of warning. He then looked down and saw Harry on the ground.

"What were you doing down there?" the conductor, Stan, said.

"I fell over." Harry replied.

"'Choo fall over for?" Stan asked.

"I didn't mean too!" Harry snapped. He glanced into the now empty alleyway and shook his head.

"'Choo lookin' at?" Stan asked.

"Nothing. There was a big black thing…like a dog but massive." Harry explained. Stan looked harry over, his eyes passing over the scar.

"Wos' that on your 'ead?" Stan asked.

"Nothing." Harry said flattening his hair over it.

"What's your name?"

"Neville Longbottom." Harry said and I bit back a laugh. Stan turned to me and looked like he wanted an answer from me too.

"Natalia Cameron." I said quickly. I'm not sure where the Natalia came from but it worked and Cameron was my mom's maiden name that she kept.
"Now this bus will take you anywhere?" Harry asked.

"Yep."
"How much to get to London?" I asked quickly.

"Eleven sickles but for…"
"Yeah great." I said pulling out my money bag and giving him eleven sickles then I dragged my trunk onto the bus while Stan and Harry got his and the owl cages. Stan led us to our beds and I sat down and looked around.
"Okay then." I said and Harry nodded as if agreeing.
"This is our conductor Ernie Prang. Take 'er away Ern!" Stan said and with a jolt and another loud bang we were off. Stan went up to the second level and returned with a green looking witch. She slammed to a halt and the witch walked off the bus clutching a handkerchief to her mouth and Stan tossed her bag out after her. He then settled down to read the paper.

"That man! He was on the Muggle news!" Harry said pointing to the picture of Sirius Black on the front page of the Daily Prophet.
"Well of course he was on the Muggle news here have you been Neville? You should read the paper more." Stan said handing the front page to Harry and I moved over to read it with him.

BLACK STILL AT LARGE

Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be

held in Azkaban fortress is still eluding capture, the Ministry of

Magic confirmed today. "We're doing all we can to capture Black,"

said the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, "and we beg

the magical community to remain calm." Fudge has been criticized

by some members of the International Federation of Warlocks for

informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis.

"Well really I had to don't you know?" said an irritable Fudge.

"Black is mad. He's a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or

Muggle. I have the Prime Ministers assurance that he will tell no one

of Black's true identity. And let's face it. Who'd believe it if he did?"

While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun,

(a sort of metal wand Muggles use to kill each other) the magical community

lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when

Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse.

"Scary lookin' fing inne?" Stan asked. I looked at him and realized that he looked like a vampire from the pictures we had seen in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"He really murdered thirteen people with one curse?" Harry asked amazed in a sort disgusted way.

"Yep. In broad daylight. Caused a big mess didn't Ern." Stan said, "Big supporter of You-Know-Who."
"You mean Voldemort." I said looking Stan in the eye. He went white and Ernie jerked the wheel. "For Merlin's sake it's just a name!" I exclaimed.

"So he was a big supporter of You-Know-Who?" Harry said quickly covering up my apparent mistake.

"Oh yeah. After little Harry Potter got the best of You-Know-Who lots of his followers were being rounded up. Mos' came quietly but not Black. No they cornered him in a street. He blew up half the street and a wizard bit it and so did a dozen Muggles. You know what Black did then?" Harry and I shook our heads. "He laughed."
"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yep. Ministry enforcements got their and he was jus' laughing 'is 'ead off. Went all quiet but still laughing."
"Well I don't care what hw did, the guy has an awesome name." I said. Harry looked at me and laughed. "Well he does!" Then with a jolt we stopped at the Leaky Cauldron. WE got off and turned back to the bus.
"Well see you then." Harry said but Stan wasn't paying any attention, he was staring at the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. I turned and raised an eyebrow. A portly little man was coming out and laid a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"There you are Harry." He said. Stan's eyes grew and I rolled mine.

"what'd ya call Neville Minister?" he asked. So this was the Minister of Magic was he? How wonderful.
"This is Harry Potter. Now let's go in shall we?" Fudge swept Harry into the Leaky Cauldron and I dragged my trunk in. Stan following with Harry's pestering them with questions.

"Well bye Harry!" He said finally, "Bye Natalia." He said turning to me. I waved and followed Harry into the room he and Fudge had just walked into.

"This is a private room Miss." Fudge said testily.
"Well good thing I'm his sister huh." I said sitting on the arm of Harry's chair.

"Very well." Fudge said then turned to Harry. "Running away from home Harry I must say was not the best idea. Now for the fact of Marjorie Dursley. She has been punctured and her memory modified. Your aunt and uncle will take you back next summer as long as you stay the other holidays at Hogwarts."
"We always do. I cut in." Fudge just stared at me then went on to explain that Harry was fine for blowing Aunt Marge up and he wasn't in trouble, blah, blah, blah. He then stood to leave and Harry did the same.
"Minister," He began, "Could I ask you something?"
"Certainly."
"Well you see third years at Hogwarts get to visit Hogsmeade but my aunt and uncle didn't sign my permission slip and I was wondering if you would." Fudge looked pityingly at Harry and sighed.

"NO Harry I can't. It must be a parent or guardian."
"But you're the minister of Magic!"
"Rules are rules Harry. Now goodnight to you both." HE said and walked out.
"You didn't get it signed?" I asked.

"No. Did you?" I bit my lip and nodded. He sighed and Tom came in to show us our rooms. We walked up in silence and went into our separate rooms. Now I felt bad. I would be able to go and most likely so would Ron and Hermione but no Harry. I dropped onto the bed, didn't even bother to change. and in an instant I was asleep.

A/K: Okay. I won't post for a while because I'm going to Mexico then I'm back for six days then I go to Berlin but when I get the chance I will post I promise. Read and review! Thanks.