A few days later, Mum took me down to the train, without my father I might add. While getting my things on the train, I met Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were already there with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I introduced them all to my mother, though Harry had already met her. With that, I kissed Mum goodbye and boarded the train with my three best friends as the train began to move, Harry telling us about blowing up his aunt.

"I didn't mean to blow her up. I just- I lost control," Harry sighed as we pushed past people, trying to find an empty compartment.

"Brilliant!" Ron exclaimed happily, making me roll my eyes.

"Honestly, Ron, it's not funny," Hermione exclaimed. "Harry was lucky not to be expelled,"

"I think I was lucky not to be arrested actually," Harry murmured.

"I still think it was brilliant," Ron smiled.

Hermione stopped us in front of a compartment with a man that reminded me of a hobo sleeping inside, his face hidden behind him jacket as he tried to sleep.

"Come on. Everywhere else is full," Hermione sighed, pulling open the door and stepping inside.

"Who do you think that is?" Ron asked as I sat down next to him.

"Professor R.J. Lupin," Hermione stated across from me. "You know everything. How is it she knows everything?" Ron exclaimed.

"It's on his suitcase, Ronald," Hermione sighed in exasperation.

"Oh,"

"Hey, I know him," I smiled looking over at him as Harry sat down next to me. "He used to tutor me when I was younger… but then my father fired him," I said, my smile fading into a frown.

"Do you think he's really asleep?" Harry asked eyeing Lupin.

"Seems to be. Why?" Hermione asked.

Harry looked about before getting up and sliding the door shut. "I need to tell you something," Harry explained to us about what Ron's dad had told him, and what else he had heard all well. By the end all of us probably looked like stricken deer as we looked at him, though inside my head I could only hear what my mother had told me.

"Let me get this straight. Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban to come after you?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," Harry sighed.

"But they'll catch Black, won't they?" Hermione asked. "I mean, everyone's looking for him,"

"Sure," Ron began encouragingly before his face changed. "Except, no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before… and he's a raving, murderous lunatic…"

"Thanks, Ron," I said, seeing that that little comment wasn't helping Harry feel any better.

Just then, the train lurched and the brakes squealed loudly as the train began to slow. Harry and I grabbed a hold of our seats as we began to slide forward.

"Why are we stopping?" Hermione asked, sounding worried as she looked around. "We can't be there yet,"

Harry stood and slid the door open and looked out before the whole train jerked and he fell backward onto me. He jumped back into his own seat, his cheeks flaming like mine, but I just brushed it off as the lights flickered and went out.

"What's going on?" Ron asked, his voice cracking with fear.

"Dunno. Maybe we've broken down?" Harry tried, but we all knew that that wasn't the case.

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

I watched as Ron press himself against the window, trying his best to look out the window. The lights flickered and came on again as I watched Ron press his face into the window. "There's something moving out there. I think… someone's are coming aboard,"

The lights suddenly went out again as the train jerked again. Suddenly, the air went cold and ice started forming on the window around Ron's hand and then expanding outward. The ice even seemed to reach Lupin's vodka bottle, as ice formed around the outside of the bottle. The whole train jerked again, but more violently this time and Ron jumped again.

"Bloody hell. What's happening?" Ron cried.

I looked up in time to see black flowing robes appear in the window of the sliding door. The rest of the figure followed as a Dementor came into view, cloaked in black, floating like it was in water, hands looking like they had decayed to long ago. The Dementor unlatched the door without touching it and the door slid open as the Dementor looked around, floating into the small compartment with us. Life and happiness was sucked from me, and memories of my father filled my mind as I shrunk away from the Dementor. Ron and Hermione huddle together as Crookshanks and Scabbers freak out and start hissing and squealing. Fear, that was what they were supposed to evoke. Happiness was what they were supposed to suck from you. If only I knew the damn spell to get rid of them! Ladies and gentlemen, one of the only spells I don't know, is the one need. The Dementor then turned to Harry and I, looking at us, making me feel ten times colder than before. Then it leaned down toward Harry, and Harry went rigid as the Dementor began to pull from him. But suddenly, Lupin jumped up from under his jacket and a bright white light sprang from his wand, pushing the Dementor back out of the compartment.

Harry slumped next to me and I jumped up, trying to stay out of the way of the spell as I laid Harry down on the seat, grabbing his glasses as they slid off his face. The light from the spell disappeared and everything went silent for a minute before the lights came back on and the train began to move again.

"Lupin," I grabbed his arm rudely, making him look down at me and then to Harry.

"He'll be fine, just passed out. He'll be around in a minute," Lupin sighed before sitting down in Hermione's old seat, since she had scooted so close to Ron during the attack. I took my spot on the floor, my back against the seats as I looked around at everyone.

"Thank you," Hermione said quickly as she grabbed Crookshanks from the floor and began to pet him.

"Not a problem," Lupin sighed heavily, looking extremely tired before he looked down at me. "Aw, little Rebecca Sherwood. My has it been that long of a time that you've grown up so much?" Lupin smiled brightly as he took my hand and shook it.

"So you do remember me?" I smiled.

"Of course. Who would forget being asked to tutor a nine-year-old in spells and defense?" Lupin smiled. "How's your mum?"

"Great, though I'm pretty sure my father's still angry with you," I sighed.

"Why would her dad be mad with you?" Ron asked, scooting out from behind Hermione.

Lupin sighed again. "I refused to teach her a few spells which I saw to be a bit to advanced for a nine year old… and I was fired,"

"Best teacher I've ever had though," I smiled.

Behind me, I heard Harry moving so I turned to look at him as Hermione began to yell in my ear to him. "Harry? Harry, are you all right?"

"Ow," I growled sarcastically before handing Harry his glasses as he sat up.

"Thanks," Harry murmured as he put them on.

"Here. Eat this. It'll help," Lupin said, handing Harry a triangle of chocolate, his hand reaching past my shoulder. When Harry didn't take it Lupin smiled. "It's alright. It's chocolate," Harry looked at the triangle quizzically before taking it.

I got up from my place on the floor and sat next tot Harry as he looked fearfully towards the sliding door of the compartment. "What- What was that thing?" Harry asked, looking to Lupin.

"It was a Dementor. One of the guards of Azkaban. It's gone now. It was searching the train for Sirius Black," Lupin explained laconically before standing and moving toward the sliding door.

"And if you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver," Lupin slid open the door and stepped out before turning back to us and smiling, pointing at the chocolate in Harry's hand. "Eat. You'll feel better," And with that, he was gone.

"What happened to me?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Well, you sort of went rigid. We thought maybe you were having a fit or something," Ron commented.

I rolled my eyes. "A Dementor attacks the person for their happy memories until they are drowning in their horrors and worst memories. When it attacked you, it took from you and weakened you until you passed out," I tried to explain, though I didn't really understand Dementors all to well.

"And did any of you? You know… pass out?" Harry asked nervously.

"No," Ron said quickly before looking back up at Harry. "But I felt weird though… like I'd never be cheerful again,"

"But someone was screaming. A woman," Harry added.

Hermione and Ron glanced at each other before Hermione turned back to Harry. "No one was screaming, Harry,"

Like when Harry had been hearing voices last year? Yeah, there had been no voices then either.

"Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore greeted happily from the podium at the head of the room. "I have a few things to say, before we become befuddled by our excellent feast. I myself am particularly looking forward to the flaming kiwi cups, which, while somewhat treacherous for those of us with facial hair-" Professor McGonagall cleared her throat as the rest of us tried to stop chuckling and giggling from the comment. "Mm. Yes. First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Good luck to you, Professor,"

Harry, Ron, Hermione and I clapped loudly for him, especially I since I knew that he would be the best that we've had, not to mention that our previous ones had been a man with Voldemort on the back of his head, and the other a phony.

"Potter! Potter!" I turned to see Draco calling to Harry, who turned as Draco smiled. "Is it true you fainted?" The dimwit next to Draco pretended to faint like a silent movie woman. "I mean, you actually fainted?"

"Shove off, Malfoy," Ron growled, grabbing Harry and turning him back to the table. I quickly gave Draco the bird which he glared at me for before turning back to pay attention to Professor Dumbledore.

"How did he find out?"

"Just forget it," "… decided to retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs. Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce that his place will be filled by none other than our own Rubeus Hagrid!"

Hagrid stood shyly, knocking the table in front of him crooked as Harry, Ron, Hermione and I all clap loudly and cheer him on until he was yanked back down by professor McGonagall.

"Finally, on a more disquieting note," Professor Dumbledore began, his voice becoming serious. Everyone went silent to listen to him. "Hogwarts- at the request of the Ministry of Magic- will, until further notice, play host to the Dementors of Azkaban, until such a time Sirius Black is captured. The Dementors will be stationed at every entrance of the grounds. Now whilst I've been assured that their presence will not disrupt our day to day activities, a word of caution; Dementors are vicious creatures. They will not distinguish between the one they hunt, and the one who gets in their way. Therefore I must warn each and everyone of you, give them no reason to harm you. It is not in the nature of a Dementor to be forgiving,"

Everyone turned and looked at each other, a bit of fear playing on their faces. I shivered slightly in my seat and was glad wasn't the type for making trouble… at least like Malfoy does anyway.

"But you know," Professor Dumbledore continued, catching us all by surprise. "Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times," Professor Dumbledore said, moving his hand over a candle, putting it out. "One need only remember, to turn on the light," He waved his hand over it again and it was lit once more.

Author's Note: Was it just me or was this movie high when it was made? It felt REALLY different than the others... it wasn't just the difference in the stories, it was like some got the film high!