"Ron, have a good time. You too, Harry. We'll see you at Christmas."
Ron Weasley was standing next to Harry Potter in the Hogwarts train, watching his parents yell means of good-byes. This will be the best year ever, Ron thought happily to himself. The train bells and horns started to whizz around in their sockets, bringing loud noises to the station, louder than the parents and children yelling to each other.
"Ron! Don't forget, you-"
Ron never did find out what he was supposed to remember, for steam engulfed the sides of the train and all noise erupted into the screeching of tracks. 'We are on our way to Hogwarts,' thought Ron. He and Harry found Hermione running down the corridors on the train. Hermione was stuttering"Guys, come quick! Rem- I mean Lu- I mean, I mean- F- follow me!"
Ron was confused. "Who's holding our compartment? Ginny?" Hermione rolled her eyes, took Ron's hand and dashed to the back of the train. Harry ran quickly after them. They got to a compartment with it's door half opened. Hermione opened the rest of the door and they saw a skinny man in an overlarge cloak.
"Professor Lupin!" Screamed Harry with glee.
This triggered something in Ron's otherwise empty mind. Something that his mother had yelled to him before he left for Hogwarts. But what was it? "Ron! Don't forget, you-" You what? Then he remembered. You must stay away from Remus Lupin. But Ron didn't remember why. But he had a feeling he should stay away, just in case.
"Bloody hell! Guys, I'll go, er, check on the compartment or something, I'll, er, meet you there, er, Harry, get me a Pumpkin Pasty or something, er, bye!"
"Damn it, Ron!" Exclaimed Hermione angrily. "I'll go check on him. Wake Lupin up, Harry. I'll see you later. Put on your robes, too. We don't want to be left out."
Hermione was always on top of the game. That is the first thing Harry was thinking. He looked around the train. Not one person was in their robes yet.
"Professor? Sir? Wake up, professor. Professor?" Harry didn't understand. What was wrong with him? It was like he was under a spell, or a potion, or...
Harry heard snickering. He turned around and saw Draco Malfoy and his two cronies, Cabbe and Goyle standing in the doorway of the compartment.
Malfoy sneered. "Draught of the Living Death, Potter. I actually listen in professor Snape's class, or should I say, Headmaster Snape?"