No one pov

"No one knows how he got out of Azkaban," said Ron uncomfortably. "No one's ever done it before. And he was a top-security prisoner too."

"But they'll catch him, won't they?" said Hermione earnestly. "I mean, they've got all the Muggles looking out for him too...."

"What's that noise?" said Ron suddenly.

A faint, tinny sort of whistle was coming from somewhere. They looked all around the compartment.

"It's coming from your trunk, Harry," said Y/N, standing up and reaching into the luggage rack. A moment later she had pulled the Pocket Sneakoscope out from between Harry's robes. It was spinning very fast in the palm of Y/N's hand and glowing brilliantly.

"Is that a Sneakoscope?" said Hermione interestedly, standing up for a better look.

"Yeah...mind you, it's a very cheap one," Ron said. "It went haywire just as I was tying it to Errol's leg to send it to Harry."

"Were you doing anything untrustworthy at the time?" said Hermione shrewdly.

"No! Well...I wasn't supposed to be using Errol. You know he's not really up to long journeys...but how else was I supposed to get Harry's present to him?"

"Stick it back in the trunk," Harry advised as the Sneakoscope whistled piercingly, "or it'll wake him up."

He nodded toward Professor Lupin. Y/N stuffed the Sneakoscope into a particularly horrible pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks, which deadened the sound, then closed the lid of the trunk on it.

"We could get it checked in Hogsmeade," said Ron, sitting back down. "They sell that sort of thing in Dervish and Banges, magical instruments and stuff. Fred and George told me."

"Do you know much about Hogsmeade?" asked Hermione keenly. "I've read it's the only entirely non-Muggle settlement in Britain --"

"Yeah, I think it is," said Ron in an offhand sort of way. "but that's not why I want to go. I just want to get inside Honeydukes!"

"What's that?" said Hermione.

"It's this sweetshop," said Ron, a dreamy look coming over his face, "where they've got everything...Pepper Imps -- they make you smoke at the mouth -- and great fat Chocoballs full of strawberry mousse and clotted cream, and really excellent sugar quills, which you can suck in class and just look like you're thinking what to write next¨C"

"But Hogsmeade's a very interesting place, isn't it?" Hermione pressed on eagerly. "In Sites of Historical Sorcery it says the inn was the headquarters for the 1612 goblin rebellion, and the Shrieking Shack's supposed to be the most severely haunted building in Britain --"

"And massive sherbet balls that make you levitate a few inches off the ground while you're sucking them," said Ron, who was plainly not listening to a word Hermione was saying.

Hermione looked around at Harry and Y/N.

"Won't it be nice to get out of school for a bit and explore Hogsmeade?"

"'Spect it will," said Harry heavily. "You'll have to tell me when you've found out."

"What d'you mean?" said Ron.

"I can't go. The Dursleys didn't sign my permission form, and Fudge wouldn't either."

Ron looked horrified.

"Mine, I got no parents. I mean, grandpa could sign it but he told me it's better not to go due to this." Y/N grabbed some of her hair.

"Oh yeah, I noticed that... what happened anyway?" asked Hermione asked but Ron nudge her and shook his head.

Your pov

"Don't worry Ron, I remember everything. It started back in the chamber, my hair went completely white and my eyes red. But the professors helped me with the eyes, but the hair it wouldn't go back to the original colour." I showed them my hair.

"Not a spell works?" asked Ron.

I shook my head, "nope, not a spell even a potion helped at all. But I am surprised they were able to hide the eyes, they gave me a potion that helped me hide it."

"But your eyes last time, when you were talking to Fudge... your eyes changed and your hair went completely white," Harry said.

"Oh, that yeah I know about that. Grandpa told me that I should try to stop my anger. That's all." I shrug.

"Your anger?" Asked Ron.

"Yes, my changing appearance is connected to my emotions. Once I completely lose my control again, we won't able to change my appearance again."

We tried to wake up Remus but he wouldn't budge. He might not be very good company, but Remus presence in our compartment had its uses. Mid-afternoon Hermione left to go to the loo, just as it had started to rain, blurring the rolling hills outside the window, we heard footsteps outside in the corridor again, and the gold trio three least favourite people appeared at the door: Draco Malfoy, flanked by his cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

I noticed that Draco and Harry had been enemies ever since they had met on their very first journey to Hogwarts.

"Well, look who it is," said Draco in his usual lazy drawl, pulling open the compartment door. "Potty and the Weasel."

Then he spotted me "Hello there Y/N, it's nice seeing you again." he winked, I smiled at him.

"I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer, Weasley," said Draco. "Did your mother die of shock?"

Ron stood up so quickly he knocked Crookshanks's basket to the floor. Remus gave a snort, I quickly snap at him and squinted my eyes watching him carefully.

"Who's that?" said Draco, taking an automatic step backward as he spotted Lupin.

"New teacher," said Harry, who got to his feet, too, in case he needed to hold Ron back. "What were you saying, Malfoy?"

Draco's pale eyes narrowed; he didn't fool enough to pick a fight right under a teacher's nose. "C'mon," he muttered resentfully to Vincent and Gregory, and they disappeared.

Harry and Ron sat down again, Ron massaging his knuckles.

"I'm not going to take any crap from Malfoy this year," he said angrily. "I mean it. If he makes one more crack about my family, I'm going to get hold of his head and --" Ron made a violent gesture in midair.

"Ron," I hissed pointing at Remus, "be careful..."

Then, soon after Hermione joined us.

But Remus was still fast asleep.

The rain thickened as the train sped yet farther north; the windows were now a solid, shimmering grey, which gradually darkened until lanterns flickered into life all along the corridors and over the luggage racks. The train rattled, the rain hammered, the wind roared, but still, Remus slept.

"We must be nearly there," said Ron, leaning forward to look past Remus at the now completely black window.

The words had hardly left him when the train started to slow down.

"Great," said Ron, getting up and walking carefully past Remus to try and see outside. "I'm starving. I want to get to the feast..."

"We can't be there yet," said Hermione, checking her watch.

"So why are we stopping?"

The train was getting slower and slower. As the noise of the pistons fell away, the wind and rain sounded louder than ever against the windows.

Me, who was nearest the door, got up to look into the corridor. All along the carriage, heads were sticking curiously out of their compartments. The train came to a stop with a jolt, and distant thuds and bangs told us that luggage had fallen out of the racks. Then, without warning, all the lamps went out and they were plunged into total darkness.

"What's going on?" said Ron's voice from behind Harry.

"Ouch!" gasped Hermione. "Ron, that was my foot!"

Harry felt his way back to his seat.

"D'you think we've broken down?"

"Dunno..."

There was a squeaking sound, and I saw the dim black outline of Ron, wiping a patch clean on the window and peering out.

"There's something moving out there," Ron said. "I think people are coming aboard..."

The compartment door suddenly opened and someone fell painfully over Harry's legs.

"Sorry! D'you know what's going on? Ouch! Sorry --"

"Hullo, Neville," said Harry, feeling around in the dark and pulling Neville up by his cloak.

"Harry? Is that you? What's happening?"

"No idea! Sit down --"

There was a loud hissing and a yelp of pain; Neville had tried to sit on Crookshanks.

"I'm going to go and ask the driver what's going on," came Hermione's voice. Harry felt her pass him, heard the door slide open again, and then a thud and two loud squeals of pain.

"Who's that?"

"Who's that?"

"Ginny?"

"Hermione?"

"What are you doing?"

"I was looking for Ron --"

"Come in and sit down --"

"Not here!" said Harry hurriedly. "I'm here!"

"Ouch!" said Neville.

"Quiet!" said a hoarse voice suddenly.

Remus appeared to have woken up at last. Harry could hear movements in his corner. None of us spoke.

There was a soft, crackling noise, and a shivering light filled the compartment. Remus appeared to be holding a handful of flames.

"Stay where you are," he said in the same hoarse voice, and he got slowly to his feet with his handful of fire held out in front of him.

But the door slid slowly open before Remus could reach it.

Standing in the doorway, illuminated by the shivering flames in Remus's hand, was a cloaked figure that towered to the ceiling. Its face was completely hidden beneath its hood. I saw Harry's eyes dart downward, and what he saw made his stomach contract. There was a hand protruding from the cloak and it was glistening, greyish, slimy-looking, and scabbed, like something dead that had decayed in water...

But it was visible only for a split second. As though the creature beneath the cloak sensed Harry's gaze, I went in front of him and Neville, the hand was suddenly withdrawn into the folds of its black cloak.

And then the thing beneath the hood, whatever it was, drew a long, slow, rattling breath, as though it were trying to suck something more than air from its surroundings.

An intense cold swept over them all. I felt my own breath catch in my chest. The cold went deeper than my skin. It was inside my chest, it was inside my very heart...

Harry's and my eyes rolled up into our heads. We couldn't see. I was drowning in cold. There was a rushing in my ears as though of water. I was being dragged downward, the roaring growing louder...

And then, from far away, I heard screaming, terrible, terrified, pleading screams, screaming my name. I wanted to check whoever it was, I tried to move my arms, but couldn't...a thick white fog was swirling around me, inside me.

"If only those magic people didn't conceal our power, this won't affect us at all, look what's happening, they're scared of you being strong, they want you to be weak. Show them who you are, show them you are not weak, show them how they should get scared. "

"Y/N! Harry! Are you all right?"

Someone slap my face softly.

"W-what?"

I opened my eyes; there were lanterns above me, and the floor was shaking -- the Hogwarts Express was moving again and the lights had come back on. Henry, Benjamin and Easton were kneeling next to me, and above us, I could see Ron, Hermione, Neville and Remus watching.

Henry and Benjamin helped me back to my seat.

"Are you okay?" Easton asked nervously.

"Yeah," I said, looking quickly toward the door. The hooded creature had vanished. "What happened? Where's that -- that thing? Who screamed?" Harry asked.

"No one screamed," said Ron, more nervously still.

"But I heard screaming --"

"Me too," I said.

A loud snap made us all jump. Remus was breaking an enormous slab of chocolate into pieces.

"Here," he said to Harry and me, handing me a particularly large piece. "Eat it. It'll help."

"What was that thing?" Harry asked.

"A Dementor," I said, while Remus now giving chocolate to everyone else. "One of the Dementors of Azkaban."

Everyone stared at me. Professor Lupin crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapper and put it in his pocket.

"Eat," he repeated. "It'll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me..."

"Remus- I mean professor, may I come along?" I asked.

He looks at me, the same way he looked at me when he was young. He slowly nodded and smiles "of course, I actually wanna talk to you."

I stood up "I'll be back." I told the others, Henry, Easton and Benjamin soon after I left the Gryffindors too.

Remus and I walk where the driver is at "Remus- I mean Professor, why do you want to talk to me?" I ask.

"You look like my friends and I first love, that's all. You two even have the same name, don't worry, I am not a creep. I just wanted to tell you that." He smiles at me as he patted my shoulder.

'I am not a creep' at least he isn't, also it's Remus Lupin there's no way he's a creep and goes for little girls...