Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Harry Potter, #3)

by J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year. For another, he really wanted to do his homework, but was forced to do it in secret, in the dead of night. And he also happened to be a wizard.

‘I don’t go looking for trouble,’ said Harry, nettled. ‘Trouble usually finds me.’

‘C’mon!’ Hagrid said angrily. ‘I’m takin’ yer all back up ter school, an’ don’ let me catch yeh walkin’ down ter see me after dark again. I’m not worth that!’

‘This little beauty’s taught us more than all the teachers in this school.’ ‘You’re winding me up,’ said Harry, looking at the ragged old bit of parchment. ‘Oh, are we?’ said George.

‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.’

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‘Sirius told me all about how they became Animagi last night,’ said Dumbledore, smiling. ‘An extraordinary achievement – not least, keeping it quiet from me. And then I remembered the most unusual form your Patronus took, when it charged Mr Malfoy down at your Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. So you did see your father last night, Harry … you found him inside yourself.’