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Excuse me, do you know how to get to Azkaban?* Harry poked his head into the school owlery.

The owls were usually very good at giving directions, but for some reason, Harry's question made them terribly flustered.

*Azkaban?*

*Did he really say Azkaban?*

The owls began muttering and hooting among themselves. They rustled their feathers and puffed themselves up as if they had been caught in an icy draft of wind. Then they stuck their heads firmly under their wings. *We are not bringing any letters there,* said a large Grey Owl in a muffled voice. *Not even if they are marked as urgent. Not even if they are from Dumbledore.*

*Or Merlin,* added a snowy owl.

Harry laughed. *Oh, I don't need to send a letter to Azkaban. I just need to go there and find my godfather.*

The owls pulled their heads out from under their wings and stared at him in a puzzled sort of way. A Great Horned Owl asked Hedwig, very earnestly, if Harry had spent so much time out in the noonday sun that it had addled his wits. Hedwig took offense at this and answered rather hotly, and the other owls gave small hoots of interest at the prospect of a good fierce debate.

*Ahem.* Harry tried to get their attention again. *Could you please tell me where Azkaban is?*

To Harry's relief, a friend of Hedwig's, a minuscule pygmy owl named Oooo suddenly piped up: *Azkaban? That dark fortress on the island? Oh, I know how to get there!*, and he immediately proceeded to give Harry very precise directions about which winds to follow across the North Sea. There was a great stir among the owls at that, and several of them asked Oooo sharply why he was so anxious to send the nice human fledgling boy to his death.

Oooo fluffed his feathers indignantly. *I wasn't sending him to his death. Wooo - I beg your pardon, Hedwig - told me all about her human friend's great magical powers; he is not like the other humans. He can even fly like a bird! And besides, I've got a godfather myself, and if he were anywhere near Azkaban, I would fly there myself and help him out! So there!*

There was a great deal of outraged shrieking and hooting at Oooo's foolhardiness, but his godfather, a pygmy owl only slightly larger than Oooo himself, just flapped his wings in silence, overcome by emotion at his godson's devotion.

Harry and Hedwig took advantage of the general confusion to slip away from the owlery very quietly. On his way down the stairs, Harry noticed that something seemed stuck in his hair, and he tried to brush it off.

*Careful, sir!* squeaked Oooo. *It's just me. I decided to come along in case you need more precise directions as you travel. Don't want you catching the wrong gust across the North Sea! They all tell me I'm too small to carry letters, but a chap has to make himself useful in one way or another, right? I mean, what if you or Miss Hedwig find yourselves in danger, or blown off course? I'll come along and protect you!* Hedwig shook her head a bit at the tiny owl, who was not much bigger than an egg, but she didn't say anything.

Harry smiled and tucked the little owl into his pocket, next to the diary, and he heard Oooo introduce himself eagerly to Tom. Hedwig settled down on his shoulder. *Come on, then, everyone!* whispered Harry. *Let's fly to Azkaban!*

...

Azkaban was just as lovely as Harry had imagined that it would be.

At first, he saw nothing but the endless dark waters of the North Sea, stretching away to the distant horizon, and he wondered if Oooo had remembered the location right. But then Harry's glance fell on an indistinct darkening, right where the grey-black sea met the pale sky, and he knew that it must be Azkaban. As he flew closer, he saw a vast, rugged shape rise out of the white-capped waves. It was a stone building, so rough and dark that it almost seemed to have been fashioned out of the wild black waters themselves. It was built on an island, but the heavy walls stood right at the water's edge, and it looked as if the fortress had risen straight out of the sea. The whole place had a stark and solemn beauty about it that sent a small shiver down Harry's spine.

He looked around for some friendly sea-birds who could tell him where his godfather might be inside this vast fortress, but strangely, there were no birds to be seen.

*Maybe we should go home now,* suggested Hedwig suddenly. She seemed a little nervous.

*Of course not!* exclaimed Harry. *The place is big, but I'm sure we will be able to find Sirius Black if we just look closely. Oh, look - there are some birds we might ask for help!*

Hedwig peered up at the dark shapes that had suddenly appeared near the fortress. *I don't think those are birds, Harry.* She sounded worried.

*Oh, I remember now!" came a tiny voice from Harry's pocket. "There are supposed to be some strange flying creatures around here. I forgot about that. Now, what were they called-?"

Harry squinted at the distant figures. Were they just clouds, after all? No, they were shaped like giant birds, but their forms seemed to have unraveled a little at the edges, and dark shadows were trailing behind them. *Maybe you are right, Hedwig. They are not birds. They fly sort of strangely; I've never seen birds move like that."

The dark shapes were coming closer now; they were probably quite curious to see who the visitors to this distant place were.

"Hello!" Harry waved at them. "I'm Harry." He wanted to introduce his friends as well, but Hedwig had hidden inside his cloak now, and Oooo suddenly burrowed deep in his pocket next to the diary. "Ouch! Watch those talons!" muttered Tom indistinctly.

The shapes fluttered closer, and Harry saw that they were neither birds nor clouds, but strange and beautiful creatures made up of dark shadows that trailed through the chilly mist.

"Hello!" said Harry again, but the shadow-creatures did not respond. They merely swirled around him, closer and closer, until Harry was almost completely surrounded by wisps of dark shadows. Out of nowhere, the memory of the unfortunate Quirrell, reduced to a pile of dust on the floor, arose in his mind, and his eyes filled with tears. Poor, poor, Quirrell!

Harry shook his head slightly. Why was he remembering Quirrell's death so vividly right now, of all times? He knew that he would never forget the poor teacher, but right now he really had to focus on finding his godfather.

Harry peered around at the dark shapes. "Excuse me, would you mind moving aside a bit? I'm looking for my godfather. Have you seen him? His name is Sirius Black."

The shapes dances wildly around him, but they didn't say anything. Harry got the distinct impression that they wanted something from him, but he didn't understand what. Maybe they couldn't talk? "Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked politely.

He could sense a ripple of confusion running through them now, but they were still too shy to say a word. A few of them fluttered up and peered intensely at Harry's face, but then they just sighed a little and floated away again. The creatures were rather odd to look at up close, although they did have a strange alien beauty of their own. They didn't really have very distinct faces, just shadowy features of the sort you might imagine seeing in a cloud. But they were clearly alive, for there seemed to be a curious longing in all their movements, as if they were searching and hungering for something that they couldn't find.

"Talk to you later, then!" said Harry pleasantly, and the creatures floated silently, almost reluctantly, aside to make way for him as he flew up to the walls of Azkaban.

The walls looked very thick indeed, but Harry was beginning to get the hang of walking through stone by now. He was even able to help Hedwig and Oooo through as well, even though they both squeaked rather miserably as they passed through the heavy blocks of granite.

"What?" A bedraggled-looking lady leapt to her feet as soon as Harry entered the small room on the other side of the wall. "Who are you?"

The room was very plain, without any furniture or pictures to distract you from the stark loveliness of the dark stone itself. To Harry's surprise, there were no windows, although you could still hear the mournful sighing of the sea outside.

"I'm Harry," said Harry politely and shook the lady's pale hand.

"Are you a follower of the Dark Lord?" Her voice was hoarse. For some reason, she grabbed Harry's arm and yanked his sleeve up. "No, no Dark Mark."

"The Dark Lord? Oh, you mean Voldemort?" Harry beamed at her. "Are you a friend of his, too? No, I didn't follow him here, but I did bring him with me." He meant, of course, that he had brought the diary with Tom in it, but the lady stared at something over Harry's shoulder, as if Voldemort was standing right there.

Harry glanced back curiously. Oh! Tom really was right there! He was just as human as he had been down in the Chamber of Secrets, although he did look a little pale. When had he decided to come out of the diary again? He must be getting better at this sort of magic! Harry reached for his hand and squeezed it. "Tom! I'm so glad I can see you!"

The lady just gazed at Tom's dark curls, an expression of confusion in her large black eyes. "Who is he? There is something in his face that reminds me of... No, that cannot be..."

For some reason, Tom seemed equally confused. "Druella? Druella Rosier? Is that you?"

"Druella Rosier was my mother," said the lady hoarsely. "She is long dead now."

"Yes, of course." Tom thought for a moment. "Yes, she would have been quite old by now, of course. We went to school together, ages and ages ago... You really do look very much like her, although I also see a hint of the Black family in your features."

Bella, whispered Shard suddenly in Harry's mind. Bella! A little mad, Bella, but loyal... Nice Bella.

"Excuse me," said Harry politely to the nice lady, "I am looking for my godfather, Sirius Black. Have you seen him?"

The lady named Bella just stared at him. "Your

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Xin lỗi, bạn có biết làm thế nào để có được để Azkaban? * Harry poked đầu vào trường owlery.Các cú đã thường rất tốt cho hướng dẫn, nhưng vì một số lý do, câu hỏi của Harry làm cho họ terribly flustered.* Azkaban? ** Anh ta thực sự nói Azkaban? *Các cú bắt đầu lẩm bẩm và hooting với nhau. Họ rustled lông của họ và phùng ra mình lên như thể họ đã bị đánh bắt trong một dự thảo đóng băng của gió. Sau đó, họ mắc kẹt đầu vững chắc dưới cánh của họ. * Chúng tôi đang không mang lại bất cứ thư có, * nói một cú xám lớn trong một giọng nói nghe không rỏ. * Không ngay cả khi họ được đánh dấu là khẩn cấp. Không phải ngay cả khi họ từ Dumbledore.** Hoặc Merlin, * thêm một cú tuyết.Harry cười. * Oh, tôi không cần phải gửi một bức thư cho Azkaban. Tôi chỉ cần đến đó và tìm thấy của tôi godfather.*Các cú kéo đầu ra từ dưới cánh của họ và stared lúc anh ta trong một loại cách hoang mang. Một Great Horned Owl hỏi Hedwig, rất nghiêm túc, nếu Harry đã dành rất nhiều thời gian ra trong ánh mặt trời ban trưa rằng nó có addled trí thông minh của mình. Hedwig đã phạm tội này và trả lời khá nóng bỏng, và cú khác cho nhỏ hoots quan tâm tại khách hàng tiềm năng của một cuộc tranh luận tốt khốc liệt.* Ahem.* Harry đã cố gắng để có được sự chú ý của họ một lần nữa. * Bạn có thể xin vui lòng cho tôi biết nơi Azkaban là? *Để cứu trợ của Harry, một người bạn của của Hedwig, một cú lùn chư nhỏ tên là Oooo đột nhiên đường ống lên: * Azkaban? Đó tối pháo đài trên đảo? Oh, tôi biết làm thế nào để đạt được điều đó! *, và ông ngay lập tức tiến hành để cung cấp cho Harry rất chính xác chỉ dẫn về những cơn gió để làm theo ở biển Bắc. Có một khuấy tuyệt vời giữa các cú kìa, và một vài người trong số họ yêu cầu Oooo mạnh tại sao ông đã rất lo lắng cho chàng trai non trẻ con người tốt để đời.Oooo fluffed lông của mình indignantly. * Tôi đã không gửi anh ta đến cái chết của ông. Wooo - tôi xin lỗi, Hedwig - nói với tôi tất cả về quyền hạn huyền diệu tuyệt vời bạn bè của con người của cô; ông không phải là giống như con người khác. Ông thậm chí có thể bay như một con chim! Và bên cạnh đó, tôi đã có một bố già bản thân mình, và nếu ông đã bất cứ nơi nào gần Azkaban, tôi sẽ bay có bản thân mình và giúp anh ta! Vì vậy có! *Có rất nhiều sự giận dữ shrieking và hooting tại Oooo của foolhardiness, nhưng bố đỡ đầu, một cú lùn chỉ hơi lớn hơn Oooo mình, chỉ cần flapped đôi cánh của mình trong im lặng, vượt qua bởi cảm xúc lúc lòng tận tụy của mình godson.Harry và Hedwig đã lợi dụng sự nhầm lẫn chung để trượt ra khỏi owlery rất nhẹ nhàng. Trên đường đi xuống cầu thang, Harry nhận thấy rằng một cái gì đó có vẻ bị mắc kẹt trong tóc của mình, và ông đã cố gắng để bàn chải nó.*Careful, sir!* squeaked Oooo. *It's just me. I decided to come along in case you need more precise directions as you travel. Don't want you catching the wrong gust across the North Sea! They all tell me I'm too small to carry letters, but a chap has to make himself useful in one way or another, right? I mean, what if you or Miss Hedwig find yourselves in danger, or blown off course? I'll come along and protect you!* Hedwig shook her head a bit at the tiny owl, who was not much bigger than an egg, but she didn't say anything.Harry smiled and tucked the little owl into his pocket, next to the diary, and he heard Oooo introduce himself eagerly to Tom. Hedwig settled down on his shoulder. *Come on, then, everyone!* whispered Harry. *Let's fly to Azkaban!*...Azkaban was just as lovely as Harry had imagined that it would be.At first, he saw nothing but the endless dark waters of the North Sea, stretching away to the distant horizon, and he wondered if Oooo had remembered the location right. But then Harry's glance fell on an indistinct darkening, right where the grey-black sea met the pale sky, and he knew that it must be Azkaban. As he flew closer, he saw a vast, rugged shape rise out of the white-capped waves. It was a stone building, so rough and dark that it almost seemed to have been fashioned out of the wild black waters themselves. It was built on an island, but the heavy walls stood right at the water's edge, and it looked as if the fortress had risen straight out of the sea. The whole place had a stark and solemn beauty about it that sent a small shiver down Harry's spine.He looked around for some friendly sea-birds who could tell him where his godfather might be inside this vast fortress, but strangely, there were no birds to be seen.*Maybe we should go home now,* suggested Hedwig suddenly. She seemed a little nervous.*Of course not!* exclaimed Harry. *The place is big, but I'm sure we will be able to find Sirius Black if we just look closely. Oh, look - there are some birds we might ask for help!*Hedwig peered up at the dark shapes that had suddenly appeared near the fortress. *I don't think those are birds, Harry.* She sounded worried.*Oh, I remember now!" came a tiny voice from Harry's pocket. "There are supposed to be some strange flying creatures around here. I forgot about that. Now, what were they called-?"Harry squinted at the distant figures. Were they just clouds, after all? No, they were shaped like giant birds, but their forms seemed to have unraveled a little at the edges, and dark shadows were trailing behind them. *Maybe you are right, Hedwig. They are not birds. They fly sort of strangely; I've never seen birds move like that."The dark shapes were coming closer now; they were probably quite curious to see who the visitors to this distant place were."Hello!" Harry waved at them. "I'm Harry." He wanted to introduce his friends as well, but Hedwig had hidden inside his cloak now, and Oooo suddenly burrowed deep in his pocket next to the diary. "Ouch! Watch those talons!" muttered Tom indistinctly.The shapes fluttered closer, and Harry saw that they were neither birds nor clouds, but strange and beautiful creatures made up of dark shadows that trailed through the chilly mist."Hello!" said Harry again, but the shadow-creatures did not respond. They merely swirled around him, closer and closer, until Harry was almost completely surrounded by wisps of dark shadows. Out of nowhere, the memory of the unfortunate Quirrell, reduced to a pile of dust on the floor, arose in his mind, and his eyes filled with tears. Poor, poor, Quirrell! Harry shook his head slightly. Why was he remembering Quirrell's death so vividly right now, of all times? He knew that he would never forget the poor teacher, but right now he really had to focus on finding his godfather.
Harry peered around at the dark shapes. "Excuse me, would you mind moving aside a bit? I'm looking for my godfather. Have you seen him? His name is Sirius Black."

The shapes dances wildly around him, but they didn't say anything. Harry got the distinct impression that they wanted something from him, but he didn't understand what. Maybe they couldn't talk? "Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked politely.

He could sense a ripple of confusion running through them now, but they were still too shy to say a word. A few of them fluttered up and peered intensely at Harry's face, but then they just sighed a little and floated away again. The creatures were rather odd to look at up close, although they did have a strange alien beauty of their own. They didn't really have very distinct faces, just shadowy features of the sort you might imagine seeing in a cloud. But they were clearly alive, for there seemed to be a curious longing in all their movements, as if they were searching and hungering for something that they couldn't find.

"Talk to you later, then!" said Harry pleasantly, and the creatures floated silently, almost reluctantly, aside to make way for him as he flew up to the walls of Azkaban.

The walls looked very thick indeed, but Harry was beginning to get the hang of walking through stone by now. He was even able to help Hedwig and Oooo through as well, even though they both squeaked rather miserably as they passed through the heavy blocks of granite.

"What?" A bedraggled-looking lady leapt to her feet as soon as Harry entered the small room on the other side of the wall. "Who are you?"

The room was very plain, without any furniture or pictures to distract you from the stark loveliness of the dark stone itself. To Harry's surprise, there were no windows, although you could still hear the mournful sighing of the sea outside.

"I'm Harry," said Harry politely and shook the lady's pale hand.

"Are you a follower of the Dark Lord?" Her voice was hoarse. For some reason, she grabbed Harry's arm and yanked his sleeve up. "No, no Dark Mark."

"The Dark Lord? Oh, you mean Voldemort?" Harry beamed at her. "Are you a friend of his, too? No, I didn't follow him here, but I did bring him with me." He meant, of course, that he had brought the diary with Tom in it, but the lady stared at something over Harry's shoulder, as if Voldemort was standing right there.

Harry glanced back curiously. Oh! Tom really was right there! He was just as human as he had been down in the Chamber of Secrets, although he did look a little pale. When had he decided to come out of the diary again? He must be getting better at this sort of magic! Harry reached for his hand and squeezed it. "Tom! I'm so glad I can see you!"

The lady just gazed at Tom's dark curls, an expression of confusion in her large black eyes. "Who is he? There is something in his face that reminds me of... No, that cannot be..."

For some reason, Tom seemed equally confused. "Druella? Druella Rosier? Is that you?"

"Druella Rosier was my mother," said the lady hoarsely. "She is long dead now."

"Yes, of course." Tom thought for a moment. "Yes, she would have been quite old by now, of course. We went to school together, ages and ages ago... You really do look very much like her, although I also see a hint of the Black family in your features."

Bella, whispered Shard suddenly in Harry's mind. Bella! A little mad, Bella, but loyal... Nice Bella.

"Excuse me," said Harry politely to the nice lady, "I am looking for my godfather, Sirius Black. Have you seen him?"

The lady named Bella just stared at him. "Your