OF CATS AND MADMANS
The Knight Bus was a purple double decker bus. Dakota, got knocked down by its speed as she was previously standing. The conductor seemed not much older than herself, possibly 18. He has a tall, thin figure with a regional accent of some sort.
"Welcome 'o the Knight Bus, my 'ame is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor for this evening." He looked around, as if looking for her before his eyes landed on her. "What 'choo doing down 'ere?" He added rather rudely.
"I fell over," she stated, getting up from the ground. "What 'choo fell over for?" He questioned her. "I didn't do it on purpose." She said, mounting the bus and taking seat on the farthest bed.
"Where about are you 'eaded?" He asked. Dakota was about to answer until her bed shook. "The Leaky Cauldron, London." He turned to a the man driving the bus.
"'Ear that Ern? The Leaky Cauldron 'ats in London." The shrunken head laughed, it's dry skin wrinkling. "If they have the pea soup, make sure to eat it before it eats you."
A boy around Dakota's age was sitting in front of Stan, hanging on to the bed poles. His messy raven hair as messy as ever. "Harry?" Harry turned around, smiling at Dakota.
"Kota!" He pulled her into a hug. "How are you?" She ruffled his hair, laughing at his concern. "Fine, you? I heard you blew up your aunt. Minnie owled me."
Minnie was a nickname for her favorite professor, Minerva McGonagall. "Brilliant. Hey, um I got your letter from Romulus, said that you had something to tell me?" Harry said.
"Oh yeah, uh-" she was cut off by Harry who was looking at the Daily Prophet Stan was holding.
"Who is that? That man?" He asked Shunpike who looked at him like he were crazy.
"Who is? Who is that? That is Sirius Black. Don't tell me you've never been 'earing o' Sirius Black?" Harry shook his head and Dakota gulped. "'Es a murderer. Got 'imself locked up in Azkaban for it. He was a big supporter of..You-Know-Who. Reckon you've 'eard of 'im."
"Yeah him I've heard of," Harry was now staring at Dakota as she looked at the floor. "Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered harshly in hear ear.
"I was about to, you dingbat! If you would've listened to what I said." He looked at her guiltily, looking down at the floor.
A good thirty minutes later, the bus pulled up at the Leaky Cauldron. Tom the bartender was there to greet them. "Ah Mr Potter Mrs Black, at last." He smiled and sent shivers down Dakota's spine.
"That's not creepy at all." She muttered to Harry who nodded in agreement. They entered a small room which looked much like an office. There was a man standing at the other side.
"As the Minister for Magic Mr Potter it is my duty to inform you that earlier this evening your uncles sister was located circling a chimney stack south of Sheffield. She has been properly punctured and her memory modified. So, that's that and no harm done." He smiled at Harry which when he looked at Dakota it disappeared. "Pea soup?" They both shook their heads.
"Um minister, I don't understand." Harry said which made Dakota face palm.
"Understand?" Asked Fudge confused.
"I broke the law, underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic at home." The minister laughed and put a cracker in his mouth.
"Come now Harry, the ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts." Tom let out a laugh that sounded like a donkey. The minister glared at him. "On the other hand, running away like that was very irresponsible given the state of things."
"The state of things, sir?" Harry's face had confusion written all over it.
"We have a killer on the loose." Fudge said looking at Harry questioningly.
"Sirius Black you mean? But what's he got to do with me?" Fudge laughed at this before hesitating.
"Oh nothing of course nothing. Your safe that's what matters." The minister looked at Dakota nervously. "Oh by the way Harry, Dakota, I took the liberty of having your books brought to you. And whilst your here it be best if you didn't...wander." He sat down at his desk as they exited.
The next morning they saw a ginger pug faced cat chasing a rat. "I'm warning you, Hermione. Keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers or I'll turn it into a tea cozy." A familiar voice said.
"It's a cat, Ronald. What do you expect it's in his nature." Another familiar voice said.
"A cat, is that what they told you? Looks more like a pig with hair if you ask me" Ron said. Dakota had to stifle a snort at this.
"Thats rich coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush. It's alright Crookshanks, just ignore the mean little boy." Hermione said.
"Harry Dakota!" they chorused smiling.
They sat down at a big table in the middle of the pub. "Egypt! What's it like?" Asked Dakota as she looked at the Daily Prophet.
"Brilliant! Loads of old stuff likes mummies and tombs. Even Scabbers enjoyed himself." Ron ranted.
"You know the Egyptians used to worship cats?" Hermione smarted and Ron snorted.
"Yeah, along with a dung beetle." Fred and George appeared at the table.
"Not flashing that clip about again are you Ronnikins?" George exclaimed. Dakota giggled.
"I haven't shown anyone," Ron blushed putting Scabbers in his pocket.
"No not a soul" Fred said sarcastically. "Unless you count Tom-"
"The day maid-"
"The night maid-"
"The bloke who came to fix the toilet-"
"and that wizard from Belgium!" George finished as Ron blushed a shade darker than his hair.
"Harry Dakota! How are you?" Asked Mrs Weasley cupping their faces. "Got everything you need?" They nodded. "All your books?" They nodded. "All your clothes." They nodded. "Good."
"Harry Dakota! Wonder if I might have a word?" Asked Mr Weasley as they nodded. He led them to a corner. "The ministry strongly doesn't believe in telling you this but you are in grave danger."
"Has this anything to do with my dad?" Dakota asked quietly. Mr Weasley looked at her nervously before nodding.
"What do you know about your father, Dakota?" Mr Weasley asked her.
"Only that he's escaped from Azkaban and was a Death Eater." She answered truthfully.
"Thirteen years ago, when Harry defeated You-Know-Who, Black lost everything. And to this day he still remains a faithful servant. They say he has your name carved into the walls of his cell Dakota. Both of you be careful and don't no matter what anyone tells you, do NOT go after him."
"Mr Weasley, why would we go after some one who wants to kill us?" Harry asked. Dakota nodded in agreement.