Madison Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter 2: Oh, Fudge

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AND ALL THAT JAZZ.

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"Welcome to the Knight Bus." A man just about a few years older than Harry and I proclaimed.

"What yo' pointing yer wand at me, boy?"

"Oh.. Sorry..." Harry mumbled.

"What's yer names?"

"Oh, I'm Nevielle. Longbottum. Neville Longbottum."

"Erm......... Hermione. Granger. Hermione Granger." I frantically stated.

Yes, it's a lie, but who gives a frak? Not me.

Cornileous Fudge might, though. Oh, Fudge.

Well, screw him.

"Well, come on!"

The man helped us put our luggage in the luggage carrier. Harry gave him some wizard money. And we hopped on.

"The Leakey Cauldron, please." I stated.

He nodded.

I found out his name was Stan. Stan Shunpike. He seemed maybe about nineteen or eighteen, so just a few years older then Harry and I. He had a scraggigly formation of a beard, like he hasn't shaved in a day or two.

"So, have you heard of Sirius Black, Stan? Any news of catching him?" I asked.

Stan shook his head no. "Ern, drive up!" He told the driver. The little driver speed up, and we raced into muggle London.

"Don't they see us? The muggles?" Harry dim wittedly asked.

Stan laughed. "No, Neville."

"Nevielle, muggles can't see us driving towards anywhere because they don't know what has gone passed them on the road, technically. Some may see a huge tractor racing down the road. Maybe they'll see a drunk driver speeding, and a police car rainf after them. They could see a car crash. But, really, they won't see the Knight Bus. Simple, really."

Harry looked at me and gave me a look that said: 'Of course you'd give me a technical answer.'

I simply smiled in return.

They began to chat about random stuff, and then we stopped at our destination.

"Harry! Madison!" Cornileous Fudge exclaimed.

"What you talking bout, Minister? Here is Neville an' Hermione."

"No, it's Harry and Madison Potter."

"Looker here, Ern! Harry an' Madison Potter!"

"Well, well, best be going." Fudge said.

Our luggage was taken somewhere.

"Private parlor, please, Tom?" Fudge asked. Tom nodded.

Soon we were at a private parlor where weal sat and drank tea and crumpets. Yes. A tea party with Fudge. Lol.

"So, the blowing up of Majorie Dursley has happened. Mangaed to get her deflated, and played with her memory. No harm, no foul."

"What?"

"No punishment?"

"Yes, well, your aunt and uncle just said you can't come home for the Christmas and Easter holidays."

"We never do."

"Harry, Harry, they care. Er....... Deep deep deep down."

*cough* yea right. *cough*

"But last summer, a house elf came and dropped a cake on someone's head. We got a warning from the Ministry."

"It said that if any more magic was performed, we'd be expelled."

"Well, oh, that? Surely you don't want to be expelled?"

I spoke up. "No! No, I love going to Hogwarts!"

"Well, then."

"Hey, uhm, could you sign my Hogsmede Permission form?"

Fudge shook his head. "No, no, best not.... Not with Black wandering around."

"Still haven't caught him?"

"No. And you'll both be staying here. Tom has took your bags to your rooms. Now... Best not wander into muggle London. Just here until Hogwarts, alright?"

Fudge then exited.

I went to my room at the Leakey Cauldron, and Harry went to his. His was across from mine.

I changed into my pajamas, and closed the door. I hopped into bed. Once I covered up, I fell into a wonderful dream.

Oh, Fudge. How come he must be so stubborn? So difficult?

But anyway, soon, I fell into a wonderful dream.

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