Madison Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Book three! Guys I'm so excited! Anyone wo wants to make me a cover, just copy and paste the link on my message board. :) lets get started!

I only own Madison! And her cat Athena! Wow. Don't think I've ever said that before... Preen my hyperness, I'm just so excited!

Lets get to it!

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"Harry- shhh- if the Dursleys hear us, they'll know we're watching the tv." I whispered.

"We're at breakfast, and they don't care right now." Harry, my older twin brother whispered back to me.

If you don't know this already, I'll tell you. I'm Madison Lillian Potter, and I'll be thirteen tommorrow. So, yes, today is July thirty first, 1993.

I have long, red hair. Last year, in my second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (yes, I am a witch), my red hair reached the bottom of my rib cage and it was dead straight. Well, puberty had gotten to me.

Aunt Peatunia made me get it cut, that jerk face, and so, now it's to my the top of my chest. It's no longer dead straight, now it's sort of wavy (puberty....).

I have my mums green emerald eyes, like Harry has. I have pale skin, with a few freckles. My figure has gotten just a bit curvy, though I'm sure it won't become Beyonce curvy. I'm pretty sure it's gonna stay like this.

I used to be five foot one last year, but now, I am five foot four. Yea, I grew a lot since late May. Now, I'm exactly an inch taller then my brother! He's not happy about it, I'll tell you that.

My face used to have some baby fat- just a little bit. Now, the baby fat has began to disappear (most of its gone, now), and I'd personally say that I have a mature face and that I'm pretty now.

My stomach use to have a little bit if chubby baby fat (if possible) but now, it has a bit if an abb there. Curtesy of running around town, to keep stress low while I'm here at the Dursleys.

"Sirius Black killed thirteen people twelve years ago, and now he has broken out. He is suspected to be armed. So, if you have any clues or have seen him, please call this hotline below for an award."

I knew Aunt Peatunia would love an award. She'd love that money.

"When will they learn," Uncle Vernon furiously began. "That hanging is the only wa to do these things?"

"I-I don't know, dear.." Aunt Peatunia stuttered, like she knew something.

"And they haven't told us what prison he was in! When will they learn?" He furiously asked, banging his large purple fist on the kitchen table.

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"Oh! Look, it's Errol, Hedwig and two other owls!" Harry whisper-yelled excitedly that night. Well, at one in the morning. We were working on our History of Magic essays.

Well, he was, and I helped him. I already did mine.

"Ones a Hogwarts owl...."

I untied what Errol had in his talon. Then before I opened it, I remembered what happened last week....

FLASHBACK:

"HELLO? CAN I TALK TO HARRY AND MADISON POTTER? IM A FRIEND OF THEIRS FROM SCHOOL-"

Uncle Vernon, red in the face, exclaimed:

"THERE IS NO HARRY AMD MADISON POTTER HERE!"

PRESENT DAY:

I shuddered. That was a failure, Ron, a very sad, horrid failure, Ron...