Title: Harry Snape And The Prisoner Of Azkaban

Rating: K

Summary: This is the sequel to Harry Snape And the Chamber of Secrets. Harry Snape enters his third year and finds a dangerous prisoner is on the loose and wants to kill him.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters but I do like to play with them.


To angelvan105: I didn't want to delete your review before answering. I'm glad that you reviewed and a lot of things will happen including Harry looking more into his Hufflepuff heritage. Thanks for your review.

To JWOHPfan: I'll really try not to have short chapters but sometimes that's how it ends up.


Chapter 1: Owl Post

It was late at night at number four, Privet Drive, and Harry Snape was doing the one thing that his aunt and uncle didn't want him to do…his homework. When he had gotten home his uncle locked his things up and forbid him from even going near his cupboard. Harry didn't like the idea of being away from his books since his teachers had given him a lot of holiday work. However help had come along in the form of Uncle Vernon's new company car.

The entire family was out looking at it and while they were out he got some of his books, ink, quill, and several rolls of parchment. He then hurried them upstairs and placed them in the loose floorboard under his bed. And so that's where he was, under his bed doing his homework. He was doing one for History of Magic about Medieval witch burnings. He focused his flashlight on a likely looking paragraph and read:

Non-magical people, commonly known as muggles, were fearful of magic during medieval times but had a very hard time recognizing it. On the rare chance that they actually captured a real witch or wizard burning had no affect. The witch would perform a basic Flame Freezing Charm and pretend to scream in pain while enjoying a gentle ticking sensation. In fact Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that she was caught no less then forty-seven times in various disguises.

Harry took out his quill and started writing about Wendelin the Weird. As he wrote he paused to check to make sure that the Dursley's were sound asleep. He knew that if any of them heard scratching of a quill on their way to the bathroom that Harry would find himself locked up with his trunk for the next month. He yawned and wrote the last few words about Wendelin the Weird and then caped his ink and rolled up his parchment. He then placed them all away and then pulled himself from under the bed.

He then hid the whole lot under the floorboard and finally turned in for the night.

The next day Harry came downstairs to start fixing breakfast. Aunt Petunia was busy slamming pots and pans around and not paying attention to what she was doing. When Harry reached for the eggs his aunt slapped his hands away.

"I'll make breakfast," she snapped.

"Okay," Harry said. "Do you want me to do anything else?"

"Get those damn weeds up," she said. "And I better not hear any complaints."

"Sure," Harry said, not sure what had happened.

Harry worked on the weeds, still trying to figure out what was going on with his aunt. She normally wasn't like this and he wondered if she was going through stress or something. Later that night Harry sat down at dinner while Uncle Vernon told the family of what his day had been like and he saw that Aunt Petunia was starting to shake.

"Aunt Petunia, are you alright?" Harry asked his aunt.

"Your aunt is fine," his uncle answered back.

"No, I'm not," his aunt told her husband. "I'm stick and tired of it being all about you. When was the last time you asked me how my day was?"

"I'm sorry, dear," Uncle Vernon told his wife. "How was your day?"

"How was my day, I got a letter from Smeltings that told me that our son needs to go on a diet and that he bullies children. Now I don't believe for one moment that our Dudley does that but they said that they don't supply Knickerbockers in his size anymore."

"What," Uncle Vernon said.

Aunt Petunia pulled out the paper that had been given to her.

"I have to throw everything out," Aunt Petunia told him. "I don't want to do that, I just want them to leave our family alone."

And then suddenly one by one things started to explode. Harry ducked as things came flying everywhere and then everything was silent. Harry poked his head up and saw food everywhere but Aunt Petunia's plate was still in tact. At once Uncle Vernon grabbed him and forced him to look right at him.

"What did you do?" he asked Harry. "Did you do this with your freaky magic?"

"No, I didn't," Harry said. "I have no idea how it happened."

"Likely story," Vernon snarled.

"But it's the truth," Harry told him. "If I had done any magic then all the plates would have been smashed."

He pointed out the fact that Aunt Petunia's plate was still in tact.

"You better not be lying, boy," Uncle Vernon snarled and let him go.

An hour later a letter arrived at the house. Harry knew that if he had done magic then the letter would have come much quicker. The letter was addressed to Aunt Petunia and so he handed it to her.

"What's this?" she asked.

"A letter," Harry answered, "Though I don't know who it's from."

Aunt Petunia opened the letter and read to herself, her face brightening. She then closed it and called her husband.

"I'm expecting a guest," she told him. "He'll be here within the hour."

"And who do you know that wants to talk to you?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"Someone from an institute," Aunt Petunia told him. "Please, I really want to talk to him."

"Fine," Uncle Vernon said. "Though I don't know why you would even want to talk to people like them."

Aunt Petunia glared at him and Harry was interested in knowing more about this meeting.


A/N: Well we'll all find out soon who this person is. Next up: Aunt Marge's Big Mistake, we meet the person that wants to see Aunt Petunia, and Harry and the family finds out about the escaped prisoner.