Silent Love (Harry Potter Love Story)

Chapter 17

“Emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor this evening,” he said and pointed into Harry. “What are you doing down there?”
“Fell over,” Harry said.
“Why are you fall over?” Stan asked.
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Harry said. Stan eyes Harry suspiciously, then nods slowly. And look at me
“Why are you not fall over?” Stan asked. I shrug, “I don’t know.”
“Well come one then. Let’s not wait for the grass to grow.” Stan said and grabs Harry’s trunk and mine.  Then we come inside the bus.
 
No seats, only beds. The brass frames need a shine, the lines a wash. In one bed, a wizard truns over in his sleep. But when the truck starts to move, it’s so crazy, the driver that I assume that his name is Ernie just drives the trunk crazy. Does he has a lisence? And why he’s afraid that muggle will see us.
 
“What you say your name was again?” Stan said.
“I didn’t,” said Harry.
“And you?” Stan asked.
“Fanny, Fanny Peter,” I said and still hold on to the chair near me, afraid to fall over.
“Where abouts you heading?” Stan asked.
Harry hesitates, then look at me, I just shrug, I have no idea either
“The Leaky Cauldron. That’s in London,” Harry finally said.
“Is it now? Get than, Ern? The Leaky Cauldron. That’s in London,” Stan said.
 
“Isn’t this a bit..,” I said but Harry finished it, “Dangerous.”
“Naah. Haven’t had an acciden in.. what?.. a week is it Ern?” Stan said.
“In a week?” I whispered to Harry. “We’re not gonna die in this bus right?”
“I hope so,” Harry said and looked into Stan’s newspaper.
“Who is that? That man?” Harry asked.
 
“Who is that?” Stan looks at Harry weirdly. “That’s Sirius Black, that is. Don’t tell me you never been hearing Sirius Black?
Harry shakes his head, still staring at the man’s face.
“He’s a murderer,” I said.
“A murderer, he is. Got himself locked up in Azkaban for it,” Stan said.
“How’d he escape?” Harry asked.
“No one knows,” I said.
“That’s the question, isn’t it? He’s the first that’s done it. Gives me the collywobbles thinking he’s out there, though, I’ll tell you that. Big supporte of You Know Who, Black was. Reckon you heard of him,” Stan said.
 
“Yeah, him I’ve heard of,” Harry said and looks a little upset.
After 15 minutes we arrive at the Leaky Cauldron.
“That bus is crazy,” I said while grab my trunk. But suddenly TOM, innkeeper of Leaky Cauldron pub appears.
“Mr. Potter.. at last,” Tom said. “And who’s your girlfriend?” Tom asked.
“She’s Fanny Peter,” Harry said ackwardly
“I’m just a friend,” I said.
Then Tom grabs my trunk and Harry’s and he leads us upstairs.
 
As we follow Tom inside, we finds a snow white owl.
“Hedwig,” I said and Hedwig flies into Harry’s shoulder.
“Right smart bird you’ve got there, Mr. Potter. Arrived only minutes before yourself,” Tom said.
 
A Man clears his throat. We trun and find the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge at the window.
“I should tell you Mr. Potter, earlier this evening your uncle’s sister was located just south of Sheffield, circling a chimney stack. The Accidental Magic Reversal Department was dispatched and she’s been properly punctured and her memory modified. She has no recollection of incident whatsoever.” Fudge said. “So that’s that and no harm done. Pea soup?”
 
“No thank you. Minister.. I don’t understand. I broke the law. Undeage wizards aren’t allowed to use magic at home,” Harry said.
 
“Oh, come now, Harry. The Ministry doesn’t send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts! On the other hand, running away like that fiven the state of things, very, very irresponsible,”Fudge said.
 
“The state of things sir?” Harry asked.
 
“We have a killer on the loose.” Fudge said.
 
“Sirius Black, you mean. But what’s that got to do with me?” Harry asked. Fudge smiles nervously.
 
“Hm, oh nothing. You’re safe, that’s what matter. Tomorrow you’ll be on your way to Hogwarts. These are you new schoolbooks. I took the liverty of having them brought here for you,” Fudge said and I can’t see that he’s lying when he said that Harry is saved.  Fudge looks at Harry and looks at me.
 
“Oh I see, you bring a friend. What’s your name dear?” Fudge smiles.
“I’m Fanny sir, Fanny Peter,” I said.
“Tom,” Fudge screams. “Bring Mr. Potter, and Ms. Peter to their room. Oh, by the way Harry. Whilst you’re here it would be best if you didn’t wander.” Fudge said and we follow Tom.
 
We arrived at the rooms. Our room is next to each other.
“It’s been a long night,” Harry said.
“No kidding,” I said and realize I still wear his jacket. “Oh, I forget, here’s your jacket. Thank you.”
“No problem.” Harry smiles. “Good night Fanny.”
“Night,” I said and enter my room.