The Prisoner of Azkaban (Hermione Granger x Male Reader)

The Firebolt

Y/N sat blearily one early Wednesday morning, looking out of the window of his kitchen and onto the bright fields, edged by trees, that surrounded the manor. The fresh summer breeze filling his nose.

He ate breakfast alone that morning as his mom had left for work extremely early ("Owning a business isn't all sunshine and rainbows.") and his dad had to lead an inquiry at the Ministry. ("Because Scrimgeour doesn't do a damn thing himself anymore!")

While eating his "breakfast" of Cauldron Cakes and Pumpkin Pasties, his pet owl Bisque, flew in through the open window with a letter for Y/N.

As he went and grabbed a owl treat for Bisque, he tore open the letter and could tell by the scrappy handwriting that it was Ron.

Dear Y/N,

I called Harry on the fellytone a day ago and his uncle picked up, I asked if I could speak to Harry and the bloke went ballistic on me! He went on about how he "didn't know a Harry Potter and to leave him and his family alone" like I cursed them or something.

Anyways, I don't reckon we should call him, I think it'd just get him into more trouble.

I'm sure you've heard by now but Dad's won the Daily Prophet Galleon Draw! We're off to Egypt tomorrow so I decided to write you before we left. Also, we'll be in London for the last week of the holidays, think you can make it there?
See you soon,
Ron

Y/N got a chuckle out of that, he always thought that Harry's cousin, aunt, and uncle needed a stay at St. Mungo's, they were the spitting image of a bunch of loonies.

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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 are doing all we can to recapture 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 in- forming 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 Minister's assurance that he will not breathe a word of Black's true identity to anyone. And let's face it — who'd believe him if he did?"
While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand that 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.

F/N placed the paper to the side, put his hands in his face and cursed.

"Leave it to Fudge to make all of the Ministry look incompetent." F/N groaned. "Because Merlin forbid that they interviewed the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, or the Auror office, the people actually working on it."

"Why didn't they?" Y/N asked.

"Because then their paper wouldn't sell, people would rather hear what the Minister says about it, not the people actually involved."

"Does anyone know where Black —"

M/N was cut off as a greying barn owl perched itself on the windowsill in the kitchen and tapped the glass.