Hogwart Hijinxs Additional Chapters

“What should we do today?” Ginny asked. Harry, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Dobby and I were all hanging out in the attic of the Burrow.

“Thoughts on breaking a high security prisoner out of Azkaban?” I proposed.

“Interesting,” Fred said.

“Elaborate,” George said.

“You know Sirius Black? Well he’s innocent. He was framed. Also, Scabbers is a Death Eater,” I explained.

“Scabbers is WHAT?” Ron asked.

“I never liked that rat,” Ginny said.

“Who’s Sirius Black?” Harry asked.

I spent the next several minutes explaining the whole Secret Keeper switch thing and the fact that Scabbers was really Peter Pettigrew.

“So you want to break Black out of Azkaban?” Ron asked.

“It’s impossible, so I think we can do it with a day’s planning or so,” Ginny said.

“We need to include Hermione, Luna and Maggie,” Harry pointed out. “They would never forgive us if we broke somebody out of jail without them.”

“I can go and grab Luna. She doesn’t live far from here and then we can take the Knight Bus to pick up Maggie from the orphanage. She said they are pretty lax about Hogwarts age kids wandering off on their own during the summer,” Ginny said.

“We’ll go with you. Mum doesn’t-”

“-like you going out by yourself.”

“Okay, Ron, Harry and I will take the Ford Angelina and grab Hermione,” I said.

“What about Scabbers?” Ron asked.

“Right. Dobby, can you put him in an unbreakable soundproofed cage and ward it against Animagi transfiguration?” I asked.

“Yes Missy ZoZo,” Dobby said before disappearing with a crack.

Molly had no problem with the fact that we were taking the car to go get Hermione and packed us some sandwiches for the road. We had conveniently left out the fact that we weren’t planning on going by road at all and were going to be flying the car there.

Flying a car was very much different than flying a broom. Flying a broom was the magical equivalent to riding a bike. Everybody learned how to do it at a young age. Flying a car for the first time was like duct taping yourself to the side of a rocket and hoping for the best.

That said, it took about as much time for me to figure out flying a car as it did driving on the left side of the road. When taking off, the wheel popped out a bit so that you could tilt it forward and inward to go down or backwards and outwards to go upwards in addition to the regular steering of a wheel.

“I don’t see why I can’t drive. I’ve driven before,” Ron said, wrestling with a map in the passenger’s seat.

“You nearly killed us several times,” Harry said.

“Also, I have a legally acquired US driver’s permit and three UK drivers licenses,” I said. “And I actually know how to drive.”

“You nearly killed us on my birthday,” Harry pointed out.

“I forgot that Britain drives on the other side of the road!” I defended myself.

“How long is it going to take to get to Hermione’s house?” Ron asked.

“Not long. We don’t have to follow speed limits in the sky and I think your dad did something to the engine because not even race cars can go this fast,” I said.

It took us a half hour before we descended to the muggle streets, cloaked in Notice-Me-Not charms and another ten minutes to reach Hermione’s house. We parked on the side of the street, the beat up Ford Angelina looking out of place among the nice cars, mowed lawns and white picket fences of the suburban neighborhood.

We checked the address, walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell. A middle aged woman answered the door, “Can I help you?”

“Hi Dr. Granger. I’m Zo. This is Harry and Ron. We’re friends of Hermione’s. Is she here?” I asked politely.

Dr. Granger invited us inside, offered us tea and then went upstairs to fetch Hermione.

“What are you guys doing here?” Hermione asked, greeting us all with hugs.

“We’re going to break-” Harry was cut off by Ron jabbing his elbow into Harry’s ribs.

“Can we talk privately?” I asked.

“Sure. I’ll show you my room,” Hermione said, beckoning us upstairs.

“So Harry’s godfather was illegally imprisoned in Azkaban without a trial and he is innocent, so we are going to break him out of jail,” I said. “We came to pick you up and take you to the Burrow.”

“That’s outrageous! He didn’t get a trial?” Hermione exlaimed.

“Yep. So we are breaking him out in the next couple of days once we get a plan,” I said.

“I’ll ask my parents if I can stay with you for the next couple of weeks,” Hermione said, before dashing off and leaving us in her room.

“Aw. Is that Hermione?” Harry asked, pointing at a photo of a young girl in Mickey Mouse ears.

“Why isn’t the photo moving?” Ron asked.

“Because it’s a muggle photo Ron,” I said.

“My parents said I could stay with you for the next two weeks,” Hermione said excitedly, coming back into the room and immediately beginning to pack things into her trunk. “Do you think that I will need my coursebooks for a prison breakout?”

“Well it can’t hurt to have them,” I said reasonably.

We helped Hermione to pack up her things and carry her trunk downstairs. Hermione’s parents hugged her and asked a bunch of questions to make sure she had packed everything.

“Do you need a ride?” Dr Granger, Hermione’s dad, said.

“No thank you. We borrowed Ron’s dad’s car,” I declined politely.

“You can drive?” Dr Granger, Hermione’s mom, asked. “Aren’t you Hermione’s age?”

Right. Hermione’s muggle parents, unlike Molly and Arthur, knew that muggle children did not learn how to drive as pre-teens.

“Oh. Driving rules in magical society are different. There’s not really a set age to learn to drive and I wanted to learn as soon as my feet could reach the pedals,” I bullshitted with ease. All of what I said was technically true.

Luckily, Dr and Dr Granger accepted this. Magical society could be really weird about letting kids do dangerous stuff so it was perfectly reasonable if Hermione had told them even a fraction of the magical world was like.

We spent the ride back to the Burrow catching up with Hermione and filling her in on our preliminary plans.

“So not everybody should go break Sirius out of Azkaban. We will need a couple of people to Polyjuice into everyone else is staged intervals so that we have decent alibis. Not ironclad alibis, because that is suspicious, but we can’t be suspiciously missing the entire day either,” I said.

“Why don’t Maggie, Luna and Ginny be on Team Alibi?” Ron proposed, taking the words right out of my mouth.

Maggie and Ginny put up a pit of a fuss about being effectively sidelined and kept away from the most danger, but eventually conceded.

“You should pretend to be dementors,” Luna suggested.

“That would never work,” Ron said dismissively.

“No, that’s totally genius,” I said, catching on to her train of thought. “We dress up as dementors, and a freezing charm to the air around us and a subtle notice-me-not charm so the human guards don’t look too closely and we get in. We’ll use levitating charms on our shoes to float. Breaking the door will be easy and if the six of us just move in a swarm with Sirius in the middle, then nobody will notice until we’re out,” I said.

“Or, consider we make it quite clear that a handful of rogue dementors broke out a supposed Death Eater. Then the Ministry is even more wary of the Death Eaters and it sets the stage for when they join Voldemort in the future like Zo said,” Hermione said.

“So we blow a couple of things up -”

“-on our way out to grab attention-”

“-and frame the dementors. Nobody-”

“-even suspects it was wixen.”

“But how will that affect trying to get Sirius’ name cleared?” Ginny asked.

“Dementors thought that Sirius really was Voldy’s number two and thought breaking him out would be a good show of loyalty when they go to join him. Sirius escaped the dementors sometime outside of Azkaban,” Ron said.

“That still leaves how we get inside the wards themselves. Dementors can’t apparate, so we can’t show up at the apparition point,” Maggie said.

“Be invisible?” Harry asked.

“There’s a detection spell. If-”

“-we apparated in, the guards-”

“-ould tell that six people just-”

“-came in and would stun us all.”

“The wards are a dome, but they only go two or three feet underneath the sea level. We can easily hold our breath for that long, get to the back of the rock and then approach from the side in dementor costumes and walk right in the front door,” I said.

“You’re going to swim into Azkaban?” Ginny asked.

“No. We get a rowboat, make an illegal portkey, attach the portkey to the rowboat, portkey to right outside the wards. Then we use a bubble spell so we can breath and levitate ourselves downwards, underneath the wards and then back up again. We row to the edge of the rock, climb up, vanish the boat, pose as dementors. For the exit strategy, the twins make an air based draught of despair, which is the potion version of dementors. The guards breathe in, we stun them, later they’ll think they just fainted due to dementor overexposure. Then we apparate out to an abandoned forest, change into regular clothes, stick Sirius under The Invisibility Cloak, apparate and portkey around the country a couple more times to through Auror trackers off our scent, maybe take a train ride and boom, first Azkaban jailbreak without Ministry help,” I said.

“That implies that somebody inside the Ministry broke somebody out of Azkaban,” Maggie pointed out.

“Yes, yes it does,” I agreed.

“That could work. Also, the wards of Azkaban aren’t as good as the Hogwarts wards and Zo can apparate out of Hogwarts, albeit by wrecking the wards. So Plan B, Zo just apparates us all out of Azkaban by punching a hole through the wards. Then they know it’s wixen but at least we don’t get caught,” Hermione said.

“Where do we get the costumes?” Harry asked.

“I can have some by tomorrow evening,” Luna said.

“We should be able to-”

“-make the potion by then.”

“So Azkaban jailbreak the day after tomorrow?” Ron asked.