yJamie Black and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter 1

Diagon Alley

I did something like this years ago, but it was terrible and still is. When I get passed when I was in there, I'll take it off. This is a rewrite with a better character and writing.

I lived in the Orphanage for as long as I could remember. I've been told I've been here since I was a baby, in a bundle of blankets and a letter, showing my name and when I was born. My mother was dead or so I'm told and no one tells me who my father was. All I have is his last name. The name is pretty common, though in wizard world it's not.

My name is Jamie Adhara Black, yeah the middle name is strange.

I didn't think about it too much. I wasn't just an oridanary orphan though, no I was a witch. Meaning I could do magic, no boils or creepy laughs present, though I did have a broom. I didn't know I was a witch untill my 11th birthday.

An old friend of my father's (whoever he is) visits me over the years since I was 5. His name is Remus Lupin. He knew I was a witch, but didn't tell me because he wanted to make sure and more accidental magic could happen if you're more aware at a young age. That's what he told me. That wouldn't be a good idea at where I'm living.

He's like an uncle, but he never adopted me. Once I got over my shyness, I asked him. He told me it wouldn't be right and he wasn't allowed to. I asked him why and he told me the dreaded anwser every child hates, 'wait until you're older'.

I still didn't hate him for it, I was happy I met him. The Orphanage wasn't horrible, no matter the rumors you here about places like that. Some are bad, some are not. It was near London. It just felt very lonely because the adults didn't have time to care for each child, the older kids didn't want to deal with younger kids and some kids in there were just bullies. We didn't get abused or anything and if a adult was abusing children, they were kicked out and arrested.

Truthfully though, without Remus, I don't know where I'd be. Him and my best friends from Hogwarts (a wizarding school). I was excited because the summer was almost over. Normally that would be weird for a kid to think about, but soon Remus would come and take me to Diagon Alley. The Matron of the Orpanage would let me go because she's been told to by Dumbledore, the headmaster of my school.

It was August 24, the day Remus would take me to Diagon Alley. I had gotten my Hogwarts letter a while ago and it had all my books plus the Hogsmede letter that I was going to give to the Matron later on. From what I heard from the Weasley Twins, Zonko's Joke Shop was there and I couldn't wait to go.

"Jamie."

I looked up and saw one of the Matron's helpers. "Yeah?"

She frowned at me, a displeased look on her face. "Mr. Lupin is here to see you."

She she was on the side of disliking me then, that's okay. I'll have to watch a bit. Maybe I can prank her if she really bothers me.

My eyes widened as I saw it was only around noon. I grinned widely and snapped up my Hogwarts letter, making sure to grab my Gringotts key. I ran past her, hearing her cry of dismay. Remus was waiting by the doors. "Remus!"

He laughed and gave me a smile. "Jamie, you ready?"

I nodded happily. "Yeah. C'mon!"

Mrs. Matthews, the Matron said with a stern look. "Now, you behave Jamie."

I turned to give her my most charming grin. "Don't I always?"

Remus chuckled. "Why don't I believe that?"

I looked at him with mock betrayal. I replied in a self important tone. "I always make sure to be on my best behavior."

Mrs. Matthews laughed a little. "Go on, remember Mr. Lupin not to bring her back to late."

Remus nodded his head, smiling. "I won't, don't worry."

We walked out and I hugged him, happy that he came. He looked better than usual, still a little tired. I don't know what made him sick, but as long as it wasn't killing or hurting him I didn't care. He patted my shoulders and I let go. "Thanks for coming, Remus."

Remus walked forward a bit and I followed him. He usually Apparated us to Diagon Alley, but he wanted to be farther from the Orphanage. "You know I would."

I nodded, grinning. "Yeah, I know."

"Now, hold on tightly, remember, don't let go."

I waved a hand, smirking. "Yeah, yeah. I know."

He rolled his eyes at me, shaking his head. He muttered something, but I didn't catch what he said. I grabbed the held out arm and shut my eyes as I always did. The way my chest caved in and I felt like my eyes were about to pop out of my head was the usual, though it felt bareable with the amount of times I've done it since I was 11.

I walked around with Remus and was disappointed that I didn't see my other friends. First, I picked up potion ingredents for my horrible potions teacher. Remus asked. "Why do you have such a angry scowl?"

I made a face at him. "I hate my potions teacher."

Remus chuckled. "I'm sure it's not that bad."

I walked backwards so I could face him and waved my arms. "Are you kidding me? I hate the guy! Just like he hates me. I swear he hates me more than anyone else."

He raised an eyebow. "I'm sure you're exaggerating again."

I shook my head wildly, yelping slightly when I bumped into someone. "I bet if he was allowed to kill me, he would."

Remus frowned at me. "Jamie, you may not like him, but he's a teacher, he wouldn't." His look was uneasy though.

I frowned as something occured me to. "Do you know him? You sound like you do?"

He did look a tad uncomfortable. "We knew each other in school."

I smirked. "Obviously not friends."

He rolled his eyes, following me to the Wizard bank. "Obviously."

I nodded with a smile. "Good, I don't think I'd be able to be friends with you anymore."

He rolled his eyes once more, but he was smiling as he pulled me back around so we were walking side to side again. I pouted at him for ruining my fun. He just laughed. After getting my money from my vault, we went into Diagon Alley. All I know is whoever my father was, he had to be rich. He left me a lot of money.

First, we went to Flourish and Blotts to get my books for the year. Remus read alot, so I knew he would love to come in here. As we walked in, I told Remus. "Why don't you look around, I'll get my stuff?"

I smirked at him, which made him roll his eyes. "Are you sure, Jamie?"

I nodded with a smile. "Yeah, don't worry about it."

I walked in, pulling my list out of my pocket, looking for the books I would need. I decided to take Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. The first one because I loved learning about animals, the strange magical ones more and Divination sounded cool, sensing the future and all that. Plus my friends were taking it, yeah I know, that sounds like a stupid reason.

But I didn't want to take Arithmancy because I was horrible at maths in primary school. I would suffer and classes are hard enough. I read the books I needed..

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3 by Miranda Goshawk

Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky

Intermediate Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

The Monster Book of Monsters

The Essential Defense Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jagger

I went to the front desk where the manager of the store was. "Excuse me? I need these books from Hogwarts."

I put my letter on his desk. He looked at it and gave a scared whimper. "Not you too..."

I looked at him blankly. "What?"

He looked up. "It's not...you look really famillar."

I shrugged. "I dunno. Never seen you before."

He shook off his confused look. "Sorry, anyway, that monster's book is dangerous. But...I'll go get it."

I walked with him as he grabbed a pair of dragon hide gloves, walking around and picking up the other books one by one. I laughed at what he said. "Dangerous? I'm not a fan of books, but they're not dangerous. Or at least that's what Remus tells me."

He just shook his head, grabbing a wooden stick that was leaning against the wall. "You'll see."

I grinned. "I want to see this book, I'll rub it in his face that books are dangerous."

He just shook his head once more, sending me a nervous, but knowing look. He must get pranksters in here with the look on my face. He put my books in my arms and I grunted from the weight. I followed him and he made another nervous sound. I looked blankly at the books in a cage fighting and biting each other. "Oh, that's what you meant."

I didn't get an answer as he slammed his pole inside, seperating four of them and snatching one, binding it with Spello-tape. He carried it to the counter with arms out stretched in front of him. I saw Remus's sandy head looking at a pile of books on a table. I called. "Hey, Remus!"

He turned his head to look at me and I grinned at him, waving. A couple of people gave me dirty looks for being loud. He walked over. "What is it?"

"I'm done, hey look. I told you books are dangerous."

I pointed toward the cage full of feral books. He laughed and peered closer, not quite close to the bars. "Ah. I see."

I snickered and he ruffled my hair. "Hey, stop that!"

I flatten my hair a bit, glaring at him as he grinned. "Jamie, what were you saying?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "C'mon."

I walked to the counter, paying for my books. Remus shrunk them and put them in a bag he had over his shoulder. Next I went to get fitted for new black robes because I gotten a little taller over the summer along with new white button down shirts and grey trousers. I too packed them in Remus's bag. He charmed it to hold whatever he wanted it to without running out of space.

Next we stopped off at a candy store and I bought some Chocolate Frogs, giving Remus some. I grinned at the way his eyes brightened. He loved chocolate and he might not want to admit it, but I knew he had an obsession with it. As we were eating our snack, it was getting dark. He cleaned both of our hands with a scorgify spell.

Remus said. "It's time to go back."

I sighed, dragging my feet a little. "Awww..."

He put a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay, but in about a week you can go back to Hogwarts."

I brightened at that. Even if the Orphanage wasn't that bad. Hogwarts was my home. I grabbed his arm, shutting my eyes. I stumbled, but he caught me. I shook my head. "Woah."

Remus steadied me. "Jamie, are you alright?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Bye..."

I didn't want to say bye, I wanted him to stay, but I knew he wouldn't. Remus smiled. "Don't worry, I also have a surprise for you."

I looked at him, more interested. "Huh? What is it?"

He chucked, smirking a bit. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you?"

I huffed, before hugging him. "Fine, see you next year."

Since school started two years ago I only saw him a couple of times in the two months I had for the summer. He gave me my things and I walked inside, hearing him leave.

/ / / / / / /

My friend Harry's birthday was almost a month ago and I didn't get a response back. I was a bit worried at first, but had no way to ask. I didn't have a owl, but I was thinking about getting a pet this year. I mean Harry has Hedwig and Ron has his rat Scabbers, so I figured I should get one too.

I couldn't wait until the first of September. It was only the 28th of August. I was broken out of my thoughts by a sharp tapping on the room window. I'm lucky the girl's in my room decided to go do strange gossip outside. Seriously, I'm a girl and I don't get it.

I opened the window and grinned once I saw the snowy owl. It was Harry's. Hedwig stayed on the window sill. I untied the letter from Hedwig's leg. I noticed Harry's handwriting. I grinned. "Thanks."

I noticed the expectant look on her face. I raised my hands. "What? I don't have anything."

Hedwig gave a displeased sqwack, flying away. I rolled my eyes. "Man, that owl has more attitude that some people I know."

I opened it and read it.

Jamie,

Hey, I'm in the Leaky Cauldron. Thanks for my present, sorry I couldn't write before. I had to use Hedwig for something else first. Then something happened and I forgot. I'll tell you what happened later. Try to come by before September 1st. If not, see you on the train.

Harry Potter

I grinned in excitment. I grabbed the letter along with my Hogsmede form. I left the room, knocking on the Matron's door. Mrs. Matthews opened it. "Yes, Jamie?"

I smiled sweetly at her. "I was wondering if I could leave a day earlier so I can meet up with a friend before I go to school?"

She shook her head at me. "For one, that smile won't work on me."

I pouted at her.

She continued. "Secondly, do you have any proof?"

I handed her the letter and she read it over. I gave her a pleading look when she was done.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, fine. I'll let you leave a day early. But one of the older kids have to take you to London."

I groaned, that's all I needed to ruin my good mood. They always complain that I'm a stupid brat and wasting their time. I usually just ignored and mocked them, depending on who it was.

Mrs. Matthews raised an eyebrow. "Either that or you wait, which I will be taking you too anyway on the 1st."

I scrunched up my nose, but said. "Fine, I'll let them take me."

I grabbed the Hogsmede form. "Oh, can you sign this? It's a permission slip form."

She frowned at me. "To go where?"

"In a village near my school. I need you're permission."

She smiled, my certain look in her eye. "I'll cut you a deal. You don't play a joke or prank on anyone unil you leave and I'll sign it."

I gaped at her. "But I was planning a going away present."

She rolled her eyes at me, giving me a look. "Jamie Black."

I raised my hands in mock surrender. "Ooh, the last name too. I'll be on my best behavior."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

I just laughed at what she said, a bit too loudly if they stares I got from the little library next to her office.

Mrs. Matthews muttered to herself. "Black...Black...where else have I heard that."

I ignored her mumbling, waving and walking back into my room, two girls playing some type of card game and giggling, sitting on one bed across from each other. They looked at me, made a snorting sound, took the cards and went into a corner.

It used to bother me, but they really didn't want to be near me at all. I was too strange.

By the time August 31st came I was ready to go. I really missed Diagon Alley, I went about a week ago with Remus, but I miss going with the Weasley's, Hermione and Harry. At least, Harry will be there and he can tell me what happened that he was too busy to send me a letter. I was curious, wasn't mad or anything. I got letters from Ron, Hermonie even one from the Weasley Twins, Fred and George.

I didn't really hang out with them much, considering they were two years above me, but they were the only ones I pulled pranks with. Harry, Ron and Hermoine weren't pranksters. Harry was busy being the Boy Who Lived and horror of living his life, Ron did enjoy a joke or two, but nothing like I liked and Hermione never broke rules unless we were doing something highly dangerous and it was needed.

My trunk was already packed and I pulled it down stairs with a grunt, wishing I could use magic, so I could use Wingardiun Leviosa or something like that. But no, I had to do it the muggle way.

About 5 minutes later, I brought the trunk to the front door, breathing a little heavy. John Marrow, a 17 year old with brown eyes and brown hair, helped me bring the trunk to the one car the Orphanage had, scowling in my direction the whole time. Once we got in the car, he drove silently, giving me dirty looks the whole time.

I leaned back in my seat, stretching my legs out and crossing one ankle over the other. I threw my arms beind my head and closed my eyes, getting ready to take a nap until we got here. He snapped in a bitter tone. "Why are you leaving earlier?"

I opened my eyes, staring at John who waa scowling deeper than before. "What's your problem? Did I interupt the social life you do not have?"

His face reddened. "Shut up, Black! I saw you're Daddy on the telly!"

I looked at him blankly. "What are you talking about? I don't have a father, maybe you forgot, but that's why we live in a Orphanage."

His anger vanished into smugness. "He might not be, but you looked just like him, same hair and eyes. Your father is a criminal that people are looking for."

I stared at him shocked and white faced. I rounded on him. "What the Bloody Hell are you going on about?! I don't know my father, but he's not in prision."

He smirked wider than before. "Whatever you say, looks like you really are stuck at the Orphanage for five more years."

I felt my temper boiling and I glared at him I was in a really good mood too. "You're an idiot! You're just mad that you're almost 18 and no one wanted you. I have Remus."

He snarled and stopped the car short on the curb. "Get out."

I was the one to smirk at him. "Oh, did I strike a nerve. Did I hurt you're poor feelings?"

He balled his fist in my shirt. "I'm warning you, shut it."

I looked around. "London isn't for another mile."

I moved his hands from my shirt. He snapped, face twisted in a unknown emotion. "I don't care! Just go!"

His fists clenched on the steering wheel, his voice cracking on the last word. I realized I got to him and thought it served him right. He started it with me, I was just getting back at him. Parents were a sore subject for all of us kids. He started it by talking about my supposed father.

I shook my head as I saw he wasn't moving. "Fine, but remember. I didn't prank you because I promised Matthews, but you'll be leaving so I guess I won't get to. Then you'll have no where to go, the Orphanage isn't obligated to keep you."

He winced and I got out, taking my bag out of the trunk and walked the next mile, looking for the enterance. I might have been a little harsh, but he started it with me and said what he thought would hurt me. I just wished he was a year younger, so I could pull a prank on him, maybe dying his hair pink or green or something like that. I don't really want to physically hurt someone unless they hurt a friend of mine, pranks make me feel better and they're funny.

Speaking of pranks, when I walked into the Leaky Cauldron, I saw two heads of red hair, I grinned. "Hey, Gred! Forge!"

They turned to look at me, grinning back. "Jamie!"

A couple of the costumers sent me dirty looks and shifted away. I looked at them strangely. That's weird, why are they looking at me like that? I walked over and asked. "So, what're you guys doing here?"

Fred smiled. "Well, you know how Dad won that contest-"

George continued. "and Mum decided to stay here for the day. What're you doing here?"

I shrugged. "Harry sent me a letter, saying he was going to be here."

Fred raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of letters-"

I nodded, excited. "Yeah, so did you guys get the one I sent back to you?"

They gave identical smirks. "Yes, indeed. Great ideas they are."

I looked around. "Do you know where Ron or Harry is?"

George opened his mouth to speak, but I heard. "Jamie!"

I turned at Mrs. Weasley's voice. "Oh, Mrs. Weasley, hi."

She hugged me tightly, more tight that usual. "How are you, dear?"

I looked in her worried eyes and smiled. "I'm fine, I just got here and was going to look for Harry and the others."

She let me go, hands still on my shoulders. "Will you be careful?"

I nodded with a grin. "Uh-huh. After all, careful is my middle name."

She patted my cheek slightly, letting me go fully. I felt myself blush in embarrassment, but did my best to cover it up as Mrs. Weasley left and went to her older son, Percy. He was a Head Boy now or that's what Ron, Fred and George told me in their letters.

Fred threw his arms over my shoulders. "Dear Jamie, pray tell us-"

George came on my other side. "-what is you're middle name?"

I laughed at that, shaking them off. "I will not tell you that, it's so weird. No one knows." Well, Remus does, but he's the only one.

They mock sulked at me and I said. "Hold on, I'm going to get a room and look for the others."

Mrs. Weasley came back, hearing what I said. "Jamie, don't worry about that. You can share with Hermione and Ginny."

My eyes widened in surprise. "'Mione is here too?"

Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Yes, so leave you're trunk and we'll bring it up."

I grinned happily at her. "Thanks."

I opened my trunk and grabbed my wand, closing the trunk back up. I put my wand in my pocket and walked off.

After walking around for a while, looking for red, black or frizzy brown hair, I saw them by an ice cream shop called, Florean Fortescue's Ice Crean Parlor.

With a happy feeling in my chest at seeing all my friends I haven't seen in mouths, I jogged over.

There, I think this turned out much better. I know this has been down plenty of times, but I'm giving it a go. I hoped you liked it.