I'm going to apologize in advance, this coming up year will seem rushed, partly because Sirius is already free, and partly because I REALLY want to get to fourth year. I have so many plans for fourth year. -rubs hands together maniacally-
Question, right.
What is the name of the band that performs "House Song"?
Answer: Ministry of Magic
Also, honorary dedication goes to RillEverhart. You were the first to answer the question in regards to the fanfic mentioned, but not in canon. So kudos to you!
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Harry was jolted awake as his mattress started tipping over, he twisted and landed on his feet, and he turned, wand already in hand. As the mattress dropped back onto the frame, he saw Sirius with a mischievous smile. Harry couldn't help but laugh, it had been a week since he got to Sirius' house and Sirius had been waking him up in several less than pleasant ways (the worst of which was the time Harry woke up on the roof). Harry had returned the favor by charming his shampoo to turn his hair toxic green at random points throughout the day. Suffice to say it was an interesting house to be in, especially during the rare times Remus came over and got caught in the crossfire. And since Harry was living with Sirius, he didn't have to worry about pesky Ministry letters about underage magic (he still had to be careful when he was at the Weasleys' but besides that).
After Harry had put his wand away, Sirius held out a note from the school. Based on the size Harry knew it was the book list and Hogsmeade permission slip, "Huh, is it me or do these things come earlier and earlier. So can you sign it?"
Sirius smiled, "I don't know, you could get up to a lot of trouble outside those school walls. But, I suppose I will." Teasing, he continued, "Shame Ginny can't go yet, you two could slip off to old Puddifoot's for a romantic date."
"Nah, Hog's Head is more our style." They made their way downstairs and Sirius pulled a quill and ink and signed Harry's permission slip as Harry started making breakfast. Partly out of habit, and partly because Sirius couldn't boil water without burning it. So it was either Harry cooked or they went over to the Weasleys' for dinner.
Ten minutes later Harry sat down with Sirius for breakfast. He picked up the Prophet and nearly choked on his bacon, blaring across the front page in big letters was something Harry did not expect to see, at least for another two years, "BELLATRIX LESTRANGE: AZKABAN ESCAPEE"
He read through the article and discovered Bellatrix had been able to break out by methods (for obvious reasons) undisclosed and she was currently on the run. Harry's best guess was chance permitted by the meddling of him and his friends. Sirius noticed that Harry had tensed up and his hand was inching towards his wand.
"What, did they raise the price of color changing ink again?"
"No, Bellatrix escaped." Harry turned the paper to show Sirius the cover. Sirius snatched it from Harry's hands and Harry saw his eyes fly over the text, his face getting angry as he read.
"Well, that can't be good. If she's out, it's only a matter of time before she can break out the others."
"I can think of two good things that have come from this." Harry started, hesitantly. Sirius raised an eyebrow skeptically, "One, it's not you on the cover, and two, the Ministry will be keeping a very close eye on anyone close to her, especially those with suspected Death Eater ties. And if Scrimgeour has anything to say about it, he'll keep an eye on the Malfoy's, Fudge's orders be damned. Hopefully, she gets caught trying to get to them."
"Doubtful. She may be insane, evil, sadistic-"
"I get it, Sirius."
"But she's not stupid. She's was Voldemort's right-hand woman for a very good reason, and her unrelenting ruthlessness was only half of it." A minute later, Ron and Ginny burst in the door and they were nearly hit with a stunning spell.
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Second Chance at Saving Them {Harry Potter}
FanfictionJust when life has calmed down and the last of the next generation has left for Hogwarts; Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione are thrown back in time overnight. They wake up looking like they did in 1991 while keeping the memories of their lives, lives...