A week had passed and Harry now sat in the Great Hall, and after the sorting ceremony and a lecture of the Sorting Hat, Professor McGonagall stood and addressed third-graders: "As you are well aware," - the witch started " this year you are finally allowed to visit our neighbor town of Hogsemade, all of this under a simple condition: behave yourselves." As a natural reaction to the behave yourselves warning, all of the third graders present in the Great Hall released quick laughs and smiles. "The permission will be revoked to any who is surprised misbehaving either here inside the castle or in Hogsmeade," warned McGonagall "any doubts?" she pronounced, as the big majority of the alumni shook their heads as a response to the speech.
Harry headed directly to his room after supper, and once in bed he started remembering the events occurred in Hogwart's Express. Al the memoirs reappeared abruptly, the dementor, his mother, everything. Harry was not aware of such foul creatures, creatures that sucked happiness away, who lived upon sadness and loneliness. Harry also recalled his encounter with Professor Remus Lupin, his new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
The boy kept thinking on he train attack for about an hour, until Ron awoke him from the trance, "Are you still thinking of it mate?" Ron asked.
"Recalling that I fainted, I'm still thinking of it!" replied Harry.
" Don't stress too much bud, Dumbledore won't let Sirius Black find you" added Ron as he now headed to bed, "Night Harry!".
Sirius Black. Harry have been so worried with the Dementor attack that his mind had forgotten completely Sirius Black. The first person to ever escape from Azkaban, Sirius Black was a serial murderer, who was imprisoned for being one of Voldemort's sidekicks. As long as Harry remembered, the Dementors, which functioned as Azkaban's guard, were near Hogwarts because he, the Boy who Lived, seemed as a very temptating prey for any Voldemort followed, now that He Who Must Not be Named started gaining power once again.
But even those dark memoirs and thoughts walked through his mind, the boy finally lost the battle against sleep, for his eyes were heavy and his mind tired.
