Born From Madness (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Hermione grinned and was about to call out for Harry until motioned with his hands to not do so. She narrowed her eyes in confusion while she watched Stan setting him up on a bed right in front of them. She turned over so she was facing Harry, however; just as she was about to ask him why he was pretending to be Neville, Harry was flung backwards on his bed by the bus's sudden start up and almost fell on the other side of it. Once Harry was back to a sitting position, Hermione proceeded to chat with Harry as quietly as possible. 

"What are you doing saying your name is Neville?" Hermione asked him. Harry soon began telling her about his Aunt Marge, who was a terrible woman, and how he had blew her up when she kept insulting his parents and himself and to the point she almost sounded just like the Malfoy family with her talk about 'bad blood'. Harry then explained how he felt now that he was possibly a wanted man because of the fact he did do underaged magic. Her eyes widened. 

"So that's what we saw across the sky," Hermione mumbled to herself. 

"'we'?" Harry asked. Hermione pointed behind her at Grandma Elka, who was getting a cup of hot chocolate from Stan. Harry mumbled an 'oh' to himself. 

"Why are you two on the bus?" Harry asked her. 

"Grandma Elka said we're going on a vacation... but I think she is trying to avoid me finding things out about our family." Hermione whispered to him. Harry nodded his head till his head shot to the side. 

"That man! He was on the Muggle news!" Harry claimed pointing at the newspaper. Stan shot him a look like he was trying to figure out how stupid Harry was. 

"Course he was on the Muggle News, Neville, where you been?"  Stan chuckled before handing the paper to Harry, "You oughta read the papers more, Neville." 

Harry leaned over the paper, his eyes scanned over the paper. 

"He murdered thirteen people with one curse?" Harry asked before handing the paper back to Stan. 

"Yep and in front of witnesses and all. Broad daylight. Big trouble it caused." Stan claimed, "He was a big supporter of You-Know-Who." 

"What, Voldemort?" Harry blurted out. The entire bus swirled so fast Hermione thought the bus would fall on its side as it flung everyone to against their beds. 

"Are you mad?" Stan yelped, "What you say his name for?" 

"Sorry," Harry apologized hastily, "I-- I forgot--" 

"FORGOT! Blimey, my heart's going that fast..." Stan said weakly while he clung his hand against his chest. 

"So-- so Black was a supporter of You-Know-Who?" Harry asked. 

"Can I bother you with another cup of hot chocolate?" Grandma Elka suddenly suggested. Stan quickly turned to refill Grandma Elka's cup which ended the conversation. Hermione sat down beside Harry while they watched the world past them by in blurs of colors. She quietly mumbled to Harry that she had something to tell him when they reached the Leaky Cauldron. It wasn't long till Ern slammed on his brakes hard enough that it caused Harry to jolt from the bed and slam into the window. 

Quickly Hermione, Grandma Elka and Harry grabbed hold of their trunks and carriers and proceeded off the bus. Hermione and Harry waved goodbye to Stan but he wasn't paying attention to them. He was goggling at the shadowy entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. 

"There you are, Harry and Hermione." A voice spoke up. Hermione and Harry jolted when they found the very Minister of Magic walking towards them at the same time as Stan was calling for Ern to come and see the scene that was unfolding before them.