Harry Potter and the Azkaban breakout

The Knight bus

Harry POV

"We are so getting expelled aren't we." Percy said.

"We could lie our way out." I said. "And if we can't, well it's fine that means we'll be away from Dumbledore."

"Unless he tracks us down."

Sounds like something the old goat would do.

A gigantic pair of wheels and headlights had screeched to a halt. They belonged to a triple-decker, violently purple bus, which had appeared out of thin air. Gold lettering over the windscreen which I could just about make out to say: The Knight Bus.

'Is that the bus Jade was talking about?'

'Yeah, think so.'

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this evening. Woss your names?"

"Hart and Peter Johnson." we replied. Mr D getting your name wrong gives you a variety of fake names to use.

"Where you off to?"

"Little Hangleton. How much would it take to get there."

"Twenty sickles each ," said Stan, "but for twenty -three you get 'ot chocolate, and for twenty-five you get an 'ot-water bottle an' a toofbrush in the colour of your choice."

We handed him the money. We then lifted our
trunks, with Hedwig's cage balanced on top of mine, up the steps.

There were no seats; instead, half a dozen brass bedsteads stood beside the curtained windows. Candles were burning in brackets beside each bed, illuminating the wood-panelled walls. A tiny wizard in a nightcap at the rear of the bus muttered, "Not now, thanks, I'm pickling some slugs," and rolled over in his sleep.

"You 'ave this one," Stan whispered, shoving our trunk under the beds right behind the driver, who was sitting in an armchair in front of the steering wheel. "This is our driver, Ernie Prang. These are Hart and Peter Johnson, Ern."

Ernie Prang, an elderly wizard wearing very thick glasses, nodded to us.

"Take 'er away, Ern," said Stan, sitting down in the armchair next to Ernie's.There was another tremendous BANG, and next moment I found himself flat on his bed, thrown backwards by the speed of the Knight Bus. Pulling myself up, I stared out of the dark window and saw that they were now bowling along a completely different street.

"This is where we was before you flagged us down," Stan said. 'Where are we, Ern"

"Somewhere in Wales?," said Ernie.

''Best go wake up Madam Marsh, Stan,"said Ern. "We'll be in Abergavenny in a minute."

Stan passed our bed and disappeared up a narrow wooden staircase.

Ernie didn't seem to have mastered the use of a steering wheel. The Knight Bus kept mounting the pavement, but it didn't hit anything; lines of lamp posts, letter-boxes and bins jumped out of its way as it approached and back into position once it had passed.

Stan came back downstairs, followed by a faintly green witch wrapped in a travelling cloak. " 'Ere you go, Madam Marsh,"
said Stan happily, as Ern stamped on the brake and the beds slid a foot or so towards the front of the bus. Madam Marsh clamped a handkerchief to her mouth and tottered down the steps. Stan threw her bag out after her and rammed the doors shut; there was another loud BANG, and we were thundering down a narrow country lane, trees leaping out of the way.

After a while , we reached our destination.