Hello :) This is my first Harry Potter fanfic so I'm sure if I got everyone properly in character, but I tried :)

The plot's a bit slow at first, but trust me, It'll pick up ;)

DISCLAIMER: No, unfortunately I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters, no not even Neville (sigh) except Violet, she's all mine :)

DEMENTORS

"Remus," she hissed. "Remus!" It was no use, he slept like the dead. She tucked a tendril of black, wispy hair behind her ear. "Remus!" she hissed once more, gently shaking him. She heard voices approaching the compartment, so she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"I think I was lucky not to be arrested, actually," one of the voices said.

"I still think it was brilliant," another voice said.

"Come on. Everywhere else is full," said the final voice, a girl's voice this time. She heard them enter the compartment and sit down, two opposite her, and one by her side.

"Who do you think that is?" the second voice asked.

"Professor R. J. Lupin," said the girl.

"Do you know everything? How is it she knows everything?" replied the second voice.

"It's on his suitcase, Ronald." So the second voice had a name. Ronald.

"And the girl?" asked the first voice.

"Dunno," replied Ronald. "Hermione?" Hermione. She now knew the names of two of the three unknown passengers in the compartment. She heard them exchange a few words, but her mind was elsewhere. She heard the compartment door slide shut, and the voices began again. At first the words were mumbled, but soon became clearer.

"Sirius Black wants to kill you?" asked Hermione. Sirius Black. So the rumours were true, he had escaped. A small smile caressed her lips. She heard the gentle rain start to fall upon the window.

"...and he's a murderous, raving lunatic," said Ronald. It took everything within her to stop her from leaping up and sliding her delicate hands around his neck. If only they knew the truth

"Thanks, Ron." So Ronald had a nickname. Ron. Suddenly the train screeched to a halt. The train rocked violently to one side.

"There's something moving out there," she heard Ron whisper in terror. "I think someone's coming aboard." The air turned ice cold, and she could hear it spreading its icy grip across the window. The tips of her fingers started to go numb, and she could hear the terrified breathing of Ron, Hermione and the unidentified passenger. The train rocked again, and Ron swore. She opened her eyes to find the black, swirling figure of a dementor lurking just beyond the door. She saw it coax the door open with its long, bony finger. It entered the compartment, and floated towards the boy sat beside her. The dementor leant down, and began to suck the life from the boy.

"Remus!" she yelled, and stood up and drew her wand. She glanced over her shoulder to find him waiting behind her, wand drawn. The dementor turned to face her and stopped, as if it recognised her face. She could feel the confused and terrified eyes of the other three passengers upon her. Remus muttered something under his breath, and the tip of his wand was engulfed in light. The dementor sped out of the compartment, down the aisle and out the open door. The boy lay collapsed on the floor, and Lupin lifted him gently up onto the seat.

The boy stirred and suddenly peeled open his eyes. He looked up in alarm at the pale face that lay only inches from his own. The girl had long, dark hair, as black as night. She had piercing green eyes, that felt as if they were staring into his very soul.

"He's coming round, Remus," she looked up at the tall, red-headed man.

"Here," Remus held out a piece of chocolate to him. "Eat," he ordered.

"What was that thing?" asked the boy. Remus sat down opposite him and began to explain about the dementors. She looked nervously at her feet. She could feel the glare of the curly-haired girl, Hermione, and the bewitched gaze of Ron. She's beautiful, he thought to himself. As if to answer him, she lifted her head to look at him with her deep green eyes. He blushed and looked out the window. Remus got up and excused himself.

"I just need to go have a little word with the driver," he smiled at her, and she sent a meek smile back. As soon as he slid the door shut again, she felt the three pairs of eyes staring at her in curiosity.

"You sure you're okay, Harry?" asked Hermione. Harry? No, it can't be she glanced at his forehead.

"You're Harry Potter?" she asked in disbelief. The boy nodded shyly. She felt happiness surge inside her. She beamed at him.

"And you are?" asked Hermione.

"Violet... Violet Lupin."

Violet sat on the long bench, beside Harry, and opposite Ron and Hermione. The four of them were tucking in to the numerous plates, full of delicious food.

"So " asked Harry, nervously. "Professor Lupin is your father?" Violet shook her head regretfully.

"No, I don't know where my father is."

"And your mother?"

"My mother..." Violet exhaled heavily, "She she died when I was a baby." Harry was the only one who could look her in the eye, the other two staring awkwardly around the Great Hall.

"And the man, Remus?"

"He looks after me now. He used to home school me, but I decided to come to Hogwarts after he got the job."

"Job?" asked Ron.

"Yes, he's the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Well if what happened on the train is anything to go by, he'll be better than the last one."

"Ah, yes," smiled Violet. "Guilderoy Lockhart, I believe?" The three others rolled their eyes and nodded. Violet laughed.

Violet walked out of the Great Hall making light conversation with Hermione. She nervously tugged at her robes, eyes cast towards the shadows. Things were difficult. Violet had more than a few enemies within the castle's walls. Harry and Ron stopped up ahead and Hermione and Violet joined them to see why. A tall, blonde hair boy, with the green and silver tie of Slytherin glared at Harry. His eyes quickly flashed to Violet.

"Well, Potter, found yourself another mudblood girlfriend, have we?" the boy laughed. Violet could see the look of hate on her friends faces. Her hands clenched into fists.

"I'm as pure-blooded as you, Malfoy," she spat out his name. His brow creased in anger, and a look of recognition flashed over his pale grey eyes.

"How do you know my name?" he snarled.

"My father has crossed paths with your's more than once, Draco."

"So it's true then " he raised his eyebrows menacingly.

"Indeed," she took a step forward, now only inches from his placid face. "And you'd be best to keep it to yourself," she hissed. He glanced down at her tie.

"You belong in Slytherin, not with them " Draco glared at her three companions. "Unless you're like your father..." Rage swelled in Violet.

"How dare you talk about my father!"

"And why shouldn't I? He's just another dog..." Violet could contain herself no longer. A pale hand reached from her robes and punched Draco in the nose. He stumbled back in shock, and reached a hand to his face, checking to make sure his nose wasn't broken. Draco's piercing grey eyes found their way to meet Violet's gentle green ones. Just for a moment, she forgot all else, and felt her cheeks begin to blush.

"Come on, Violet," Hermione pulled her sleeve, and the four of them walked off towards the Gryffindor common room.

"What was he talking about, Malfoy, I mean?" asked Ron.

Violet shook her head, dismissing the subject.

"Nothing, he didn't mean anything."

"Have you met him before?" asked Hermione, the confusion on her friend's face now mirrored her own.

"No, but our families are friends," she spat out the word. She felt Draco's grey eyes boring into her back, and she glanced over her shoulder only to find herself once more distracted by his eyes. She shook her head strongly, trying to make herself forget. But as hard as she tried, Violet couldn't put the thought of Draco's grey, smouldering eyes out of her head. She lay awake until the first cracks of dawn seeped in through the window. She finally drifted off to sleep just as the sun rose above the horizon.