Harry Potter's Coolest Aunt

Dementors and a judo flip

"Who d'you reckon he is?" Draco hissed as they sat down and slid the door shut, taking the seats farthest away from the window. "Professor R. J. Lupin," whispered Hermione at once. "How d'you know that?" Ron asked "It's on his case," Sanjiv replied, pointing at the luggage rack over the man's head, where there was a small, battered case held together with a large quantity of neatly knotted string. The name Professor R. J. Lupin was stamped across one corner in peeling letters."Wonder what he teaches?" said Ron, frowning at Professor Lupin's pallid profile.

"That's obvious," whispered Theo. "There's only one vacancy, isn't there? Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Jackson will mostly be teaching battle arts now but still help with DADA and potions" The group had already had two Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, both of whom had lasted only one year. There were rumors that the job was jinxed but so far percy has been there for more than two years.

"Well, I hope he's up to it," said Draco doubtfully. "He looks like on, good hex would finish him off, doesn't he? Anyway..." He turned to Harry. "What were you going to tell us?" Harry explained all about Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's argument with his mom. When he'd finished, Ron looked thunderstruck, Draco was silent, Sanjiv placed a protective hand on Aishi's shoulder, Theo and Blaise looked at each other and Hermione had her hands over her mouth. She finally lowered them to say, "Sirius Black escaped to come after you and Aishi? Oh, you guys... you'll have to be really, really careful. don't go looking for trouble --"

"I Don't go looking for trouble," said Harry, nettled. "Trouble usually finds me." "How thick would Harry have to be, to go looking for a nutter who wants to kill him?" said Ron shakily.
They were taking the news worse than Harry had expected. They seemed to be much more frightened of Black than he was. "No one knows how he got out of Azkaban," said Ron uncomfortably. "No one's ever done it before. And he was a top-security prisoner too."

"But they'll catch him, won't they?" said Hermione earnestly. "I mean, they've got all the Muggles looking out for him too...." "What's that noise?" said Ron suddenly. A faint, tinny sort of whistle was coming from somewhere. They, looked all around the compartment."It's coming from your trunk, Aishi," said Ron, Aishi stood up and reached into the luggage rack. A moment later she had pulled the Pocket Sneakoscope out from between her robes. It was spinning very fast in the palm of her hand and glowing brilliantly.

"Is that a Sneakoscope?" said Hermione interestedly, standing up for a better look. "Yeah... mind you, it's a very cheap one," Ron said. "It went haywire just as I was tying it to Errol's leg to send it to Aishi ." "Were you doing anything untrustworthy at the time?" said Draco

"No! Well... I wasn't supposed to be using Errol. You know he's not really up to long journeys... but how else was I supposed to get Aishi's present to her?" "Stick it back in the trunk," Harry advised as the Sneakoscope whistled piercingly, "or it'll wake him up." He nodded toward Professor Lupin. Aishi stuffed the Sneakoscope into a pair of socks, which deadened the sound, then closed the lid of the trunk on it.

"We could get it checked in Hogsmeade," said Ron "They sell that sort of thing in Dervish and Banges, magical instruments and stuff. Fred and George told me." "Do you know much about Hogsmeade?" asked Hermione keenly. "I've read it's the only entirely non-Muggle settlement in Britain --" "Yeah, I think it is," said Ron in an offhand sort of way. "But that's not Why I want to go. I just want to get inside Honey Dukes."

"What's that?" said Aishi."It's this sweetshop," said Theo "where they've got everything... Pepper Imps -- they make you smoke at the mouth -- and great fat Chocoballs full of strawberry mousse and clotted cream, and really excellent sugar quills, which you can suck in class and just look like you're thinking what to write next --"

"But Hogsmeade's a very interesting place, isn't it?" Hermione pressed on eagerly. "In Sites of Historical Sorcery it says the inn was the headquarters for the 1612 goblin rebellion, and the Shrieking Shades supposed to be the most severely haunted building in Britain --" "-- and massive Sherbert balls that make you levitate a few inches off the ground while you're sucking them," said Ron, who was plainly not listening to a word Hermione was saying.