Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban [0]
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CHAPTER ONE: OWL POST
CHAPTER TWO: AUNT MARGE'S BIG MISTAKE
CHAPTER THREE: THE KNIGHT BUS
CHAPTER FOUR: THE LEAKY CAULDRON
CHAPTER FIVE: THE DEMENTOR
CHAPTER SIX: TALONS AND TEA LEAVES
CHAPTER SEVEN: THE BOGGART IN THE WARDROBE
CHAPTER EIGHT: FLIGHT OF THE FAT FADY
CHAPTER NINE: GRIM DEFEAT
CHAPTER TEN: THE MARAUDER'S MAP
CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE FIREBOLT
CHAPTER TWELVE: THE PATRONUS
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: GRYFFINDOR VERSUS RAVENCLAW
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: SNAPE'S GRUDGE
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE QUIDDITCH FINAL
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY'S PREDICTION
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: CAT, RAT, AND DOG
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: MOONY, WORMTAIL, PADDFOOT, AND PRONGS
CHAPTER NINETEEN: THE SERVANT OF LORD VOLDEMORT
CHAPTER TWENTY: THE DEMENTOR'S KISS
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: HERMIONE'S SECRET
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: OWL POST AGAIN
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Harry Potter has to sneak back to Hogwarts, after accidentally inflating his horrible Aunt Petunia. But once there everyone is whispering about a prizoner who has escaped from the famous wizard prizon, Azkaban. His name is Sirius Black, and as a follower of Lord Voldemort he is determined to track Harry Potter down -- even if it means laying siege to the very walls of Hogwarts!
CHAPTER ONE: OWL POST
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year. For another, he really wanted to do his homework but was forced to do it in secret, in the dead of night. And he also happened to be a wizard.
It was nearly midnight, and he was lying on his stomach in bed, the blankets drawn right over his head like a tent, a flashlight in one hand and a large leather-bound book (A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against the pillow. Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, "Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless discuss."
The quill paused at the top of a likely-looking paragraph. Harry Pushed his round glasses up the bridge of his nose, moved his flashlight closer to the book, and read:
Non-magic people (more commonly known as Muggles) were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times, but not very good at recognizing it. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever. The witch or wizard would perform a basic Flame Freezing Charm and then pretend to shriek with pain while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that she allowed herself to be caught no less than fortyseven times in various disguises.
Harry put his quill between his teeth and reached underneath his pillow for his ink bottle and a roll of parchment. Slowly and very carefully he unscrewed the ink bottle, dipped his quill into it, and began to write, pausing every now and then to listen, because if any of the Dursleys heard the scratching of his quill on their way to the bathroom, he'd probably find himself locked in the cupboard under the stairs for the rest of the summer.
The Dursley family of number four, Privet Drive, was the reason that Harry never enjoyed his summer holidays. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their son, Dudley, were Harry's only living relatives. They were Muggles, and they had a very medieval attitude toward magic. Harry's dead parents, who had been a witch and wizard themselves, were never mentioned under the Dursleys' roof For years, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had hoped that if they kept Harry as downtrodden as possible, they would be able to squash the magic out of him. To their fury, they had been unsuccessful. These days they lived in terror of anyone finding out that Harry had spent most of the last two years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The most they could do, however, was to lock away Harry's spellbooks, wand, cauldron, and broomstick at the start of the summer break, and forbid him to talk to the neighbors.
This separation from his spellbooks had been