Pennelope and the Prisoner (Harry Potter Love Story) book 3

Dementor

"Who d'you think he is?" Ron hissed as we sat down, we took the seats fathest away from the man.

"Professor R. J. Lupin," I whispered.

"I swear, she knows everything," Ron muttered to Harry.

"I don't," I said. "It's on his case."

I pointed to his luggage where that was written.

"Wonder what he teaches?" Ron said.

Is he that thick!

"Oh I don't know," I whispered sarcastically. "I mean, there isn't only one spot open, and that's obviously not Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Ron scowled at me.

"Well, I hope he's up for it," he said. He did look a little ill. "He looks like one good hex would finish him off, doesn't he? Anyway . . "Ron turned to Harry. "What were you going to tell us?"

Harry told us about how Mr. And Mrs. Weasley were talking about how Sirius Black is after Harry. And how Mr. Weasley gave Harry a warning not to go looking for him.

When he finished, Ron looked thunderstruck, Hermione had a hand on her mouth, I was biting my nails.

"Sirius Black escaped to come after you?" I said.

"Oh, Harry . . . You'll have to be really, really careful. Don't go looking for trouble, Harry -" Hermione said.

"I don't go looking for trouble," Harry said nettled. "Trouble usually finds me."

"How thick would harry have to be, to go looking for someone who wants to kill him?" I said shakily.

"No one knows how he got out of Azkaban," Ron said uncomfortably. "No one's ever done it before. And he was a top-security prisoner too."

"But they'll catch him, won't they?" Hermione said. "I mean, they've got all the Muggles looking out for him too. . . . "

"What's that noise?" I blurted.

I heard a faint whistle coming from somewhere, we all looked around. "It's coming from your trunk, Harry."

I stood up and reached into Harry's trunk, I felt around, I looked inside instead and saw a blinking device. I pulled it out and showed them.

"Is this a Sneakoscope?" I gasped, I held it like a fragile piece of china. Hermione stood up to get a look at it.

"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 Harry."

"Were you doing anything untrustworthy at the time?" Hermione said shrewdly.

"No! Well . . . I wasn't supposed to be using Errol. You know he's not really up for long journeys . . . But how else was I suppose to get Harry's present to him?"

"Stick it back in the trunk," Harry advised as the Sneakoscope started to whistle, "Or it'll wake him up."

Harry nodded towards Professor Lupin. I stuffed it into a awful pair of socks, but it worked! I then closed the lid and sat down.

"We could get it checked in Hogsmeade," Ron said, leaning back on his seat. "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?" I asked.

"I've read it's the only entirely non-Muggle settlement in Britain -" Hermione started.

"Yeah, I think it is," Ron said, waving his hand. "But that's not why I want to go. I just want to get inside Honeydukes!"

"What's that?" I asked.