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*Author's Note*

This story is mostly going to be from Libya's point of view. Along with Angel's view. Mostly Libya. There will be some part with Harry in view, but not much. I will place some things from the Harry Potter The Prisoner of Azkaban, but not everything. Just things that I see that are important or goes along with my story.

Libya was feud up with the Knight Bus. The bus and the people were pure madness. If it was her choice she would have just flown to Hogwarts. Then again, she would have probably gotten an ear full from her mother and the staff at Hogwarts. They made it where Hogwarts were completely gone from the public eye. They didn't want people to know wizards exist. She had to wait to be the rightful age to use magic outside of school, but then again in her situation she may be a bit lucky on being able to use magic. Her mother had shown her small examples of magic. This way she could make sure she was doing it right and understood it fully. With a final lurch the bus stopped. That was all good, but bad at the same time. Libya went flying from her area and right smacked into the nearest wall. The doors to the Knight Bus opened.

"BLOODLY HELL! I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL THE DRIVER OF THIS BUS! INCLUDING YOU STAN! DAMN THE WIZARD WORLD OF TRANSPORATION! CURSE THEM ALL!"

Stan ignored the yelling from Libya as he eyed the young wizard staring up at him. He didn't look like much. Thin, average height, average weight, messy brown hair, dorky glasses, and a scar. He put on his happy smile face as he asked.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus. This bus picks up any stranded wizard in need of help. You did flag us right? No other wizard with you to pick up?"

"Flag?"

"You stuck your wand out?"

"Yes...There are no other wizards, just me."

"What's your name?"

"Neville Longbottom."

"All right let's get your stuff inside then."

Neville and Stan both had to work together to get his stuff inside. Neville looked around the bus. It looked like your average bus expect instead of your seats they had beds. They didn't look secure, but than again anything from the wizard world was not safe grantee. Stan eyed Neville looking around.

"First time on the Knight Bus?"

"Yeah. How far will this bus go?"

"Anywhere on land. Nowhere in water. Screwed if we try that."

"How much does the trip costs?"

"Well...11 sickles or fifteen sickles if you want to get chocolate, water bottle and a toothbrush."

"Can you take me to the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Sure can. In fact that is where the lass is going."

"Don't call me lass. I have a name. L-i-b-y-a!"

"Here's fifteen sickles."

"All right."

Neville quickly gave Stan the money as he sat down by his stuff. Neville eyed Libya over in the corner glaring at Stan. What was up with her? What was she doing on the Knight Bus? Should I even-

"You need something?"

"Huh?"

"Either ask or bug off."

She was blunt. Neville had to give her that.

"Sorry. Just wondering why your on the bus is all..."

"..None of your business..."

"..Oh.."

With that it was silent until Neville noticed Stan lazily looking at the Daily Prophet. Suddenly the face on the cover caught Neville's eye. Where has he seen that man before? He looked familiar to him...Where? Suddenly it came to him. Forgetting everything else he shouted.

"That man was on Muggle News!"

Stan looked up at Neville then back at the cover of the Daily Prophet and then back at Neville before answering.

"He's name is Sirius Black. Do you know who he is?"

"No, not really."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Sheesh, where have you been?"

Neville grinned as he gave a small chuckle. Where has he been? If only he knew then he would be laughing along with him.

"Around."

"Well, then you haven't been around for this lad."

"Then explain to us who he is so we don't have to play the guessing game."

"Ah, so Libya decides to speak up."

"Only because you two are being annoying. So who is this Sirius Black?"

"You both know Who Shall Not Be Named, right?"

"Yeah, I know him."

"Sort of."

"Well, Sirius Black was one of his followers. Even in the muggle world people know him as being a mass murder. He is crazy. They had him locked up in Azkaban. Dementors guard that place, but he's been the first one to escape. They have muggles and wizards looking all over the place."

"What did he do to get locked up there?"

"Sirius Black was the type not to stay quiet. When Who Know Who was gone Sirius decided to take over or I think he might have been second in command, not really sure about that one. Anyway, Sirius decided that he would go on a rampage. He took out his wand and blasted the street. Unfortunately one wizard got in the way to stop him. That back fired. He got killed, including a lot of muggles."

"What happened after that?"

"Sirius Black just laughed. He was crazy and all. The reinforcements finally got him cornered. Though it didn't last long for him being in there..."

Libya sat there in stun silence. A wizard that went mad did all of that? I wonder what was really in his mind at that time? Will I ever go that crazy? I still haven't gotten on terms with my other half...I still fight against it...I always...Will I be like that, a killer? A murder?

Stan eyed Libya. Libya didn't notice Stan looking at her. Stan raised an eyebrow to the sudden change in her, but decided to ignore. He was amused by this boy Neville.

"Would you like the Daily Prophet?"

"Yes, I would."

"Here you go. Knock yourself out."

"Thanks."

Stan handed the paper over to Neville as he walked to the front area with the driver. He took the sit next to him as he laid back. Neville rescanned the paper. Everything that Stan has told them was more or less in there. Neville began to fill a bit of panic rise inside of him. What is going to happen to him? He just did blow up his aunt...She deserved it though...Ran off...and just lied about his name...Would he go to Azkaban for it? Neville was too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice Libya. Libya was beyond panicking. Libya thoughts were about the same as Neville, but with a slight twist. She was beyond worried that if the whole Hogwarts staff, students. and the public in general found out her little secret that she would be placed in Azkaban for it. Trapped with all those dementors and the crazy people that were locked up there. What would happen to Angel? Her mother? Would they lock them up there too? She wouldn't be able to bear that. That would be too cruel. If any punishment was to be dealt out, then she would be the soul to take it all in. Slowly her body began to shiver. She wrapped her arms around her body. Trying her best to make it stable, but was failing miserably. Suddenly the bus stopped. Once again Libya flew from her seat right smacked dab into the nearest wall. Neville didn't fair much better. He ended up hitting the window nearest to the doors. The doors swung open as the bus finally stopped moving.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! STAN AND YOUR SO CALLED DRIVER! I AM NEVER RIDDING THIS DAMN BUS EVER AGAIN!"

"Libya!"

"WHAT-AH!"

Just then a blur came out of nowhere tackling Libya to the ground. Once Libya was able to focus and stop the room from spinning she was able to tell what had slammed her to the ground. There wrapping her in a tight hug was another person smiling at her. Libya groaned before replying.

"Hey there Angel."

"About time you arrived!"

"When did you get here?"

"Been here since morning."

"That early?"

"Well, me and mom weren't sure of the time you would be here...So yep."

"Geezs, your so impatient."

"Yes I am."

"Can you move now?"

"Why?"

"So I can get off this so called wizard transportation?"

"Okay!"

Angel crawled off of Libya. Libya slowly got up and brushed herself off before turning to collect her stuff. Suddenly another voice piped up.

"There you are Harry Potter."

Everyone whirled around to see an older man by him. Libya and Stan were beyond confused. Angel eyes widened. Stan decided to be the first to talk.

"Why did you call him Harry? Isn't his name Neville?"

The man looked at all of us confused. Why would they...

"No. His name is Harry Potter. I've been waiting here for him to arrive."

"That is your name? Harry and not Neville?"

"...Yes..."

"I knew it!"

"Thank you Stan. Now Harry, Please come with me."

"...All right."

They all stood there watching as the man lead Harry away. Libya was tired, irritated, and confused. Why did that boy lie? Why? Did-soon she was interpreted by Angel pulling her down the Knight Bus steps. She quickly grabbed her stuff as she and Angel now stood at the front entrance of The Leaky Cauldron. Stan whistled as he waved good-bye to them. Libya ignored Stan as the doors closed. The Knight Bus gave a honk before disappearing into the night.

"I hate the Knight Bus."

"Was it really that bad?"

"Are you kidding me? Wait, how did you get here?"

"My mom drove me here."

"...Right..."

"Anyhow, let's get inside. I'll show you to our room."

"One room?"

"Of course!"

Libya didn't argue. She was exhausted. She followed Angel into The Leaky Cauldron. The place wasn't half bad. It looked just like a regular pub. A bar in the corner, with tables set up in a few rows, some scattered, and big spacious room. As they made their way upstairs she noticed that it looked like an hotel area. There were just rows of rooms with random numbers placed on the doors. Angel opened the room at the far end. Libya followed Angel in as she threw her things carelessly to the side. Once she saw the bed she smiled. Her legs immediately walked in that direction as she flopped down on top of it. It was warm and safe. She sighed as she felt content. Angel giggled as she watched her friend. She walked over to the bed as she sat down next to her. Libya rolled over so that she was laying on her back.

"I wish I could have traveled with you on The Knight Bus..."

"That so called transportation...I was yelling the whole time..."

"...You know I couldn't stop fidgeting. I was worried about you..."

"Sorry. I wish that my mother made it where you could have come too. Would have been easier, for the both of us..."

"...Yeah, with me being the provider-"

"Don't use that word."

"Right. I mean protector."

"Yeah...You've heard about Sirus Black?"

Angel sighed as she laid down on the bed beside Libya. At first she didn't say anything or wouldn't look at her. Libya could tell that she was thinking on how to answer her. Was it really that hard to answer her? Angel sighed before replying.

"Yes I have. I was hoping in a way that you wouldn't have heard about him...But I guess that couldn't be helped..."

"Yeah, I guess the wizard world is horrible about keeping that shit hushed up."

"...Yeah..."

Angel hand slowly moved over to Libya's hand as she gently placed it on top. Just resting it there for comfort. Libya liked it when Angel did things like that. In a strange way she always felt safe from the touch of her protector. She absolutely hated the word provider. She was disgusted with that word. She would always grow dark and cold when it was uttered from someone's lips. Without thinking she gently grabbed Angel's hand. She quickly intertwined her finger with hers. She felt Angel give it a small squeeze. Libya squeezed back.

"Did you have any questions about Hogwarts?"

"Students don't get sent to Azkaban do they?"

"WHAT?"

Libya wanted to facepalm herself for asking that, but inside she knew that she wouldn't have been able to stop herself from asking it.

"WHY ARE YOU ASKING THAT?"

"You don't have to yell you know..."

"Sorry, it's just what?"

"Sirus Black escaped from Azkaban..."

"And?"

"Dementors guard that place. I'm part dementor..."

"I-I-Oh...No. Of course not! They would never send you there."

"...You sure?"

"I'm sure. Don't worry about anything. Your mother, me, and my mother has everything solved. So you don't have to worry about anything."

"...All right. Sorry. I guess my nerves are finally catching up with me.."

"Yeah, I guess so. But everything is going to be all right. I'm your protector, remember?"

"How can I ever forget that."

"You want to ask me the questions tomorrow then?"

"...Yeah. I'm exhausted."

"I figured as much."

"...Turn the lights off, would you?"

"Sure."

Angel pushed herself off the bed as she walked over to the light switch. With one flick the place was surrounded in darkness. It took Libya's eyes a while to adjust, but it didn't take long. Angel stood by the light switch for a few seconds before making her way back to the bed.

"Watch where-"

"AH!"

THUD!

Libya began laughing. Angel managed to do what she always does. Fall on air. She was a genius at that. Libya never understood how she always found a way to make it happen, but she did. Angel mumbled underneath her breath. Libya swore she heard Angel cuss. That just made her laugh harder, which in turn made her snort. Angel pushed herself up as she crawled on top of the bed pouting. Libya finally calmed down.

"Did you cuss?"

"I might have..."

"That was great."

"Glad my falls make you laugh."

"Yeah."

"Night."

"Night."

With that Angel curled up by Libya's side. Libya wrapped her arms around Angel as she made herself more comfortable.

Description
*Author's Note*

This story is mostly going to be from Libya's point of view. Along with Angel's view. Mostly Libya. There will be some part with Harry in view, but not much. I will place some things from the Harry Potter The Prisoner of Azkaban, but not everything. Just things that I see that are important or goes along with my story.

Libya was feud up with the Knight Bus. The bus and the people were pure madness. If it was her choice she would have just flown to Hogwarts. Then again, she would have probably gotten an ear full from her mother and the staff at Hogwarts. They made it where Hogwarts were completely gone from the public eye. They didn't want people to know wizards exist. She had to wait to be the rightful age to use magic outside of school, but then again in her situation she may be a bit lucky on being able to use magic. Her mother had shown her small examples of magic. This way she could make sure she was doing it right and understood it fully. With a final lurch the bus stopped. That was all good, but bad at the same time. Libya went flying from her area and right smacked into the nearest wall. The doors to the Knight Bus opened.

"BLOODLY HELL! I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL THE DRIVER OF THIS BUS! INCLUDING YOU STAN! DAMN THE WIZARD WORLD OF TRANSPORATION! CURSE THEM ALL!"

Stan ignored the yelling from Libya as he eyed the young wizard staring up at him. He didn't look like much. Thin, average height, average weight, messy brown hair, dorky glasses, and a scar. He put on his happy smile face as he asked.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus. This bus picks up any stranded wizard in need of help. You did flag us right? No other wizard with you to pick up?"

"Flag?"

"You stuck your wand out?"

"Yes...There are no other wizards, just me."

"What's your name?"

"Neville Longbottom."

"All right let's get your stuff inside then."

Neville and Stan both had to work together to get his stuff inside. Neville looked around the bus. It looked like your average bus expect instead of your seats they had beds. They didn't look secure, but than again anything from the wizard world was not safe grantee. Stan eyed Neville looking around.

"First time on the Knight Bus?"

"Yeah. How far will this bus go?"

"Anywhere on land. Nowhere in water. Screwed if we try that."

"How much does the trip costs?"

"Well...11 sickles or fifteen sickles if you want to get chocolate, water bottle and a toothbrush."

"Can you take me to the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Sure can. In fact that is where the lass is going."

"Don't call me lass. I have a name. L-i-b-y-a!"

"Here's fifteen sickles."

"All right."

Neville quickly gave Stan the money as he sat down by his stuff. Neville eyed Libya over in the corner glaring at Stan. What was up with her? What was she doing on the Knight Bus? Should I even-

"You need something?"

"Huh?"

"Either ask or bug off."

She was blunt. Neville had to give her that.

"Sorry. Just wondering why your on the bus is all..."

"..None of your business..."

"..Oh.."

With that it was silent until Neville noticed Stan lazily looking at the Daily Prophet. Suddenly the face on the cover caught Neville's eye. Where has he seen that man before? He looked familiar to him...Where? Suddenly it came to him. Forgetting everything else he shouted.

"That man was on Muggle News!"

Stan looked up at Neville then back at the cover of the Daily Prophet and then back at Neville before answering.

"He's name is Sirius Black. Do you know who he is?"

"No, not really."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Sheesh, where have you been?"

Neville grinned as he gave a small chuckle. Where has he been? If only he knew then he would be laughing along with him.

"Around."

"Well, then you haven't been around for this lad."

"Then explain to us who he is so we don't have to play the guessing game."

"Ah, so Libya decides to speak up."

"Only because you two are being annoying. So who is this Sirius Black?"

"You both know Who Shall Not Be Named, right?"

"Yeah, I know him."

"Sort of."

"Well, Sirius Black was one of his followers. Even in the muggle world people know him as being a mass murder. He is crazy. They had him locked up in Azkaban. Dementors guard that place, but he's been the first one to escape. They have muggles and wizards looking all over the place."

"What did he do to get locked up there?"

"Sirius Black was the type not to stay quiet. When Who Know Who was gone Sirius decided to take over or I think he might have been second in command, not really sure about that one. Anyway, Sirius decided that he would go on a rampage. He took out his wand and blasted the street. Unfortunately one wizard got in the way to stop him. That back fired. He got killed, including a lot of muggles."

"What happened after that?"

"Sirius Black just laughed. He was crazy and all. The reinforcements finally got him cornered. Though it didn't last long for him being in there..."

Libya sat there in stun silence. A wizard that went mad did all of that? I wonder what was really in his mind at that time? Will I ever go that crazy? I still haven't gotten on terms with my other half...I still fight against it...I always...Will I be like that, a killer? A murder?

Stan eyed Libya. Libya didn't notice Stan looking at her. Stan raised an eyebrow to the sudden change in her, but decided to ignore. He was amused by this boy Neville.

"Would you like the Daily Prophet?"

"Yes, I would."

"Here you go. Knock yourself out."

"Thanks."

Stan handed the paper over to Neville as he walked to the front area with the driver. He took the sit next to him as he laid back. Neville rescanned the paper. Everything that Stan has told them was more or less in there. Neville began to fill a bit of panic rise inside of him. What is going to happen to him? He just did blow up his aunt...She deserved it though...Ran off...and just lied about his name...Would he go to Azkaban for it? Neville was too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice Libya. Libya was beyond panicking. Libya thoughts were about the same as Neville, but with a slight twist. She was beyond worried that if the whole Hogwarts staff, students. and the public in general found out her little secret that she would be placed in Azkaban for it. Trapped with all those dementors and the crazy people that were locked up there. What would happen to Angel? Her mother? Would they lock them up there too? She wouldn't be able to bear that. That would be too cruel. If any punishment was to be dealt out, then she would be the soul to take it all in. Slowly her body began to shiver. She wrapped her arms around her body. Trying her best to make it stable, but was failing miserably. Suddenly the bus stopped. Once again Libya flew from her seat right smacked dab into the nearest wall. Neville didn't fair much better. He ended up hitting the window nearest to the doors. The doors swung open as the bus finally stopped moving.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! STAN AND YOUR SO CALLED DRIVER! I AM NEVER RIDDING THIS DAMN BUS EVER AGAIN!"

"Libya!"

"WHAT-AH!"

Just then a blur came out of nowhere tackling Libya to the ground. Once Libya was able to focus and stop the room from spinning she was able to tell what had slammed her to the ground. There wrapping her in a tight hug was another person smiling at her. Libya groaned before replying.

"Hey there Angel."

"About time you arrived!"

"When did you get here?"

"Been here since morning."

"That early?"

"Well, me and mom weren't sure of the time you would be here...So yep."

"Geezs, your so impatient."

"Yes I am."

"Can you move now?"

"Why?"

"So I can get off this so called wizard transportation?"

"Okay!"

Angel crawled off of Libya. Libya slowly got up and brushed herself off before turning to collect her stuff. Suddenly another voice piped up.

"There you are Harry Potter."

Everyone whirled around to see an older man by him. Libya and Stan were beyond confused. Angel eyes widened. Stan decided to be the first to talk.

"Why did you call him Harry? Isn't his name Neville?"

The man looked at all of us confused. Why would they...

"No. His name is Harry Potter. I've been waiting here for him to arrive."

"That is your name? Harry and not Neville?"

"...Yes..."

"I knew it!"

"Thank you Stan. Now Harry, Please come with me."

"...All right."

They all stood there watching as the man lead Harry away. Libya was tired, irritated, and confused. Why did that boy lie? Why? Did-soon she was interpreted by Angel pulling her down the Knight Bus steps. She quickly grabbed her stuff as she and Angel now stood at the front entrance of The Leaky Cauldron. Stan whistled as he waved good-bye to them. Libya ignored Stan as the doors closed. The Knight Bus gave a honk before disappearing into the night.

"I hate the Knight Bus."

"Was it really that bad?"

"Are you kidding me? Wait, how did you get here?"

"My mom drove me here."

"...Right..."

"Anyhow, let's get inside. I'll show you to our room."

"One room?"

"Of course!"

Libya didn't argue. She was exhausted. She followed Angel into The Leaky Cauldron. The place wasn't half bad. It looked just like a regular pub. A bar in the corner, with tables set up in a few rows, some scattered, and big spacious room. As they made their way upstairs she noticed that it looked like an hotel area. There were just rows of rooms with random numbers placed on the doors. Angel opened the room at the far end. Libya followed Angel in as she threw her things carelessly to the side. Once she saw the bed she smiled. Her legs immediately walked in that direction as she flopped down on top of it. It was warm and safe. She sighed as she felt content. Angel giggled as she watched her friend. She walked over to the bed as she sat down next to her. Libya rolled over so that she was laying on her back.

"I wish I could have traveled with you on The Knight Bus..."

"That so called transportation...I was yelling the whole time..."

"...You know I couldn't stop fidgeting. I was worried about you..."

"Sorry. I wish that my mother made it where you could have come too. Would have been easier, for the both of us..."

"...Yeah, with me being the provider-"

"Don't use that word."

"Right. I mean protector."

"Yeah...You've heard about Sirus Black?"

Angel sighed as she laid down on the bed beside Libya. At first she didn't say anything or wouldn't look at her. Libya could tell that she was thinking on how to answer her. Was it really that hard to answer her? Angel sighed before replying.

"Yes I have. I was hoping in a way that you wouldn't have heard about him...But I guess that couldn't be helped..."

"Yeah, I guess the wizard world is horrible about keeping that shit hushed up."

"...Yeah..."

Angel hand slowly moved over to Libya's hand as she gently placed it on top. Just resting it there for comfort. Libya liked it when Angel did things like that. In a strange way she always felt safe from the touch of her protector. She absolutely hated the word provider. She was disgusted with that word. She would always grow dark and cold when it was uttered from someone's lips. Without thinking she gently grabbed Angel's hand. She quickly intertwined her finger with hers. She felt Angel give it a small squeeze. Libya squeezed back.

"Did you have any questions about Hogwarts?"

"Students don't get sent to Azkaban do they?"

"WHAT?"

Libya wanted to facepalm herself for asking that, but inside she knew that she wouldn't have been able to stop herself from asking it.

"WHY ARE YOU ASKING THAT?"

"You don't have to yell you know..."

"Sorry, it's just what?"

"Sirus Black escaped from Azkaban..."

"And?"

"Dementors guard that place. I'm part dementor..."

"I-I-Oh...No. Of course not! They would never send you there."

"...You sure?"

"I'm sure. Don't worry about anything. Your mother, me, and my mother has everything solved. So you don't have to worry about anything."

"...All right. Sorry. I guess my nerves are finally catching up with me.."

"Yeah, I guess so. But everything is going to be all right. I'm your protector, remember?"

"How can I ever forget that."

"You want to ask me the questions tomorrow then?"

"...Yeah. I'm exhausted."

"I figured as much."

"...Turn the lights off, would you?"

"Sure."

Angel pushed herself off the bed as she walked over to the light switch. With one flick the place was surrounded in darkness. It took Libya's eyes a while to adjust, but it didn't take long. Angel stood by the light switch for a few seconds before making her way back to the bed.

"Watch where-"

"AH!"

THUD!

Libya began laughing. Angel managed to do what she always does. Fall on air. She was a genius at that. Libya never understood how she always found a way to make it happen, but she did. Angel mumbled underneath her breath. Libya swore she heard Angel cuss. That just made her laugh harder, which in turn made her snort. Angel pushed herself up as she crawled on top of the bed pouting. Libya finally calmed down.

"Did you cuss?"

"I might have..."

"That was great."

"Glad my falls make you laugh."

"Yeah."

"Night."

"Night."

With that Angel curled up by Libya's side. Libya wrapped her arms around Angel as she made herself more comfortable.