Bella and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter One

The past two years of my life have been...interesting to say the least. On the outside, I look like the average 13-year-old girl, but on the inside, I am so much more. If you've been following my story you will know who I am and what exactly has happened so far. If you haven't, well, let me get you up to scratch.

The names Isabella Swan but I prefer to be called Bella. Most people think my last name is Black and I often get called it, and for a while, this used to confuse me, but since I found out that I'm adopted, it doesn't anymore. It must be my birth name. I am not your normal 13-year-old either. I'm a witch and for the past two years, I have studied magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with my friends, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. Even though we are still really young, we have encountered more dangerous situations than I would have liked and even nearly died a few times. In our first year, we discovered that there was a stone that could make you immortal and a very dark wizard (who just so happened to have killed Harry's parents when he was a baby) wanted it. So me and my friends set out to stop him and we did, but me and Harry nearly died in the process. I managed to save us both by using my magic, how I did that, I still don't know. In our second year, the wizard - known as Voldemort- returned but as his sixteen-year-old self. Even though he was only a memory in a diary, he managed to control someone to open the Chamber of Secrets and do many bad things. I got taken by him and if it wasn't for Harry saving me, I'd most likely be dead.

Because of this, you would think that I wouldn't want to go back to Hogwarts. But I do. Soon September the first will be here and I'll be on the Hogwarts Express ready to start my third year. And I cannot wait.

Right now, I'm in my bedroom near my open window, waiting for Hetty - my owl- to come back with the post. Me and my friends have written to one another all summer so we wouldn't lose contact, and I'm currently waiting for responses from them. Today, in fact, was Harry's birthday and I felt bad knowing that as soon as Hetty comes back, she'll have time for a quick drink before flying off again to deliver Harry's present and card.

A knock on my door was heard and I turned to see my adoptive mother, Renee, walk in with a small, box-shaped package and two letters on top.

"The school owl just dropped these off for you," she tells me, walking towards me.

"Thanks," I say, taking them off her. I swear I felt the package move.

Renee noticed this. "Yeah, be careful, the package likes to shudder and growl."

"Growl?" I squeak, wondering what on earth was inside it.

"Yep," she nodded. "Must be important though if the school has sent it"

I look down at the package. "I wonder what it is,"

"I dunno, just be careful," She tells me before walking out of the room.

I carefully place the shuddering package on my bed and back away from it. Who could have sent me that? Before I could think about it further, I heard Hetty fly through my open window with three letters tied around her legs. I smiled and walked over to her.

"Safe flight?" I asked, stroking her ash coloured feathers. She hooted in response and nibbled my fingers. I untied the letters and held them in my hands. "Go and have a quick drink and a snack, I need you to deliver something to Harry"

Hetty gave me a 'are you kidding?' look before hooting angrily and flying over to her cage in the corner of my room. I sighed and sat down at my desk before turning on my lamp and sorting through the letters. I picked up the one from Harry, feeling butterflies in my stomach, and ripped it open.

Bella,

You're not the only one who's counting down the days until we get back. Living here with the Dursley's is like living in hell. I just hope this year is a lot safer than the previous two.

Ron phoned me a couple of days ago and it was horrible. Uncle Vernon answered, Ron was shouting and well, you can guess the rest...

I miss you like mad. More than I miss Ron and Hermione, yet that isn't surprising. We've always been close so I just assume that it has something to do with that. It sucks that we can't meet up, Uncle Vernon doesn't like my 'magic freak friends' - his words not mine. Just you wait until I'm old enough to actually use magic outside of school. They'll be wishing they never messed with me.

Speaking of school, have you done your History of Magic essay? I'm struggling with it and have no idea what to put. Hermione isn't any of help either, she's written two whole parchments and I've written a line. Do you think Professor Binns will notice?

I'm hoping to be going to London to pick up my books and stuff for the new year, but I can't promise anything. If I don't see you in London, I'll defiantly see you on the Hogwarts Express.

From your dearest friend,

Harry

P.S. I've received a growling package and I don't want to open it. It's from school though so I have no choice - HELP!

I laughed at the end of Harry's letter before quickly writing a response and putting it to one side. The other two letters were from Ron and Hermione, both on about their personal lives. Ron was currently in Eygpt after his dad won the Daily Prophet Draw or something. Hermione was in France and like Harry said, she had written more than she needed to for her homework. She also made sure that I had sent Harry's present to him since we decided to collab and do a joint present. Hermione had got him a Broomstick Service Kit and I got him a Handbook of Do-it-Yourself Broomcare. I just know he's going to love it because, like me, Harry loves flying.

We're both on the Quidditch Team back at school. Quidditch is a very popular sport came in the wizarding world, but it's very dangerous. Me and Harry are the youngest to join the team in a century. He was the Seeker and I was one of the Keepers. A dangerous yet fun game and I couldn't wait to start playing again.

After I wrote responses to them all, I sent Hetty off with them and Harry's presents before turning to face the parcel on my bed. Sighing, I stood up and walked over to it and read the scribble on top. It was from Hagrid. No surprise there. I ripped the top layer of the brown paper and jumped a little when it snapped at me. Gulping, I ripped the paper open quickly and something fell out. A book. I just had time to register its handsome green colour, emblazoned with the golden title, The Monster Book of Monsters, before it flipped and started walking like a crab.

"The hell?" I muttered.

Before I knew it, I was chasing the damn thing around my bedroom. It had bitten me a few times making my hand sore and red. Finally, I caught it and quickly secured one of my belts around it to stop it from snapping. It didn't like that but I don't care. I picked up the note from Hagrid reading that I'll be needing this book for next year but he wouldn't say why.

"Only Hagrid," I muttered picking up the final letter.

Dear Miss Swan,

Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross Station, platform nine and three-quarter, at eleven o'clock.

Third-years are permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade at certain weekends. Please give the enclosed permission forms to your parent or guardian to sign.

A list of books for next year is enclosed.

Yours sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

YES! Finally! I can go and visit an actual wizard village! I fist pumped the air and placed the permission forms to one side. Oh, I just can't wait to go back to school.