.Until I Found Her.

oh boy.

CHAPTER 3

We reach the Leaky Cauldron and get escorted inside by a nice man who goes by the name of Tom.

"Hedwig! Lyanna!" I looked over to see Harry's owl and my own perched.

Right smart birds you've got there, Miss L/n, Mr. Potter. Arrived only minutes before yourself.

Suddenly, Cornelius Fudge emerged and started talking to Harry.

"I should tell you, Mr. Potter, earlier this evening your uncle's sister was located just south of Sheffield, circling a chimney stack. The Accidental Magic Reversal Department was dispatched and she's been properly punctured and her memory modified. She has no recollection of the incident whatsoever."

I nudge Harry in the shoulder.

"Thank you. Minister... I don't understand. I broke the law. Underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic at home..."

Oh, come now, Harry. The Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts! On the other hand... running away like
that... the both of you, given the state of things... very, very irresponsible."

"The state of things, Sir?" I finally pipe up.

"We have a killer on the loose."

"Sirius Black, you mean. But... what's that got to do with us?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing. You're safe, that's what matters. Tomorrow you'll be on your way to Hogwarts. These are your new schoolbooks. I took the liberty of having them brought here for you."

"By the way, Y/n,  Harry. Whilst you're here it would be best if you
didn't... wander."

<TIME SKIP>
•the next day•

After getting ready I heard a knock on the door and I opened it revealing Harry.

"I was gonna go downstairs...wanna come?"

"Yeah, I think 'Mione and The Weasleys are here too."

"Okay."

We head downstairs only to see Ron and Hermione arguing, as usual.

"Harry, Y/n!"

<TIME SKIP>

"Egypt huh Ron?"

"What's it like?"

"Brilliant. It's got loads of old stuff. Mummies, Death masks, Tombs-

"You know the Egyptians used to worship cats!"

"Along with a dung beetle"

"Not flashing that clipping about again, are you, Ron?"

"I haven't shown anyone!"

"No, not a soul. Unless you count Tom. The day maid. The night maid. The cook. The bloke that came to fix the toilet. That wizard from Belgium..."

Mrs. Weasley takes Harry's face in her hands, and smiles at us, almost as if she was relieved to see us.

"Good to see you both, dears."

"Good to see you too Mrs. Weasley." We chorus back.

"Y/n, Harry do u mind if we have a word?"

"Sure." He answers for the both of us.

Mr Weasley pulls us aside.

"There are some within the Ministry who would strongly discourage me from divulging what I'm about to tell you. But I think you need to know the facts. Because you're in danger.  Grave danger."
My eyes drift to the fugitive poster.

"Has this got anything to do with Sirius Black?"

"What do you know of Sirius Black?"

"Only that he was a big supporter
of Vold- 'You-know-who'....." I answer carefully.

"That he escaped from Azkaban. That he killed someone..." Harry says.

"Y/n, Harry...thirteen years ago, when you stopped-"

"Voldemort"

"Don't say his name."

"In Black's mind, only you stand in the way of... You-Know-Who returning to power. That's why he's broken. That's why he's
broken out of Azkaban. To find you. And..."

"Kill us?"

"I want you to swear that -- whatever you might hear -- you won't go looking for Black."

"Why would we go looking for something...or someone who's trying to kill us?"

<TIME SKIP>

"Who's he?"

"Professor R.J. Lupin."

"She knows everything how is it she knows everything?!"

"It's on his suitcase Ronald!"

"Do you think he's actually asleep?"

"Seems to be why?"

Harry and I start telling them about what Mr weasly said.

"Let me get this straight. Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, to come after you?"

"Well...yeah."

"They'll catch him though won't they Harry?" I say trying to add some optimism.

"Sure -- Of course, no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before and he's a raving, murderous lunatic..."

Just then, the compartment rattles. Lights flicker. The train lurches. Hermione slides down the seat, pinning Ron against the window. They exchange an awkward glance, then Hermione carefully slides to the other end of the seat and glances at her watch and frowns.

"Hermione? We're not supposed to be there yet are we..?" I fearfully croak out.

"Do you think we've broken down?"

"We're on a Magic Train, Harrison I doubt we're broken down."

The train jolts again.

"Bloody hell. What's happening?"

A scabbed hand grips the half-open compartment door, pushes it aside revealing a dementor... Suddenly I felt my life being sucked out of me. A man yelling he was innocent filed my ears.

Why was the dementor coming after me?
I haven't done anything. I'm not even related to him.

Then I remember...

I'm adopted.