Chapter 2

"Oh god Harry! Why isn't he waking up?"

"How the heck am I supposed to know?"

"How'd he get onto the floor?"

"Ron, go get Hagrid."

"But-"

"Now Ron!" Someone sighed and feet shuffled out of the room. "God Harry! Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

"Hermione, calm down-"

"How am I supposed to calm down?! Lysander's unconscious on the floor and no one knows why!"

"Hermione-"

"What Harry?"

"He's starting to move."

I groaned and tried to move my foot a little. Pain soared through my veins. I moaned and stopped trying to move. I felt someone put a hand on my cheek. "Lysander?" It was a gentle, soothing voice. I tried to open my eyes, but it was as if they were glued shut. I sighed and just stopped trying. I felt something wet fall onto my cheek. "Hermione, why are you crying?"

Hermione...Hermione? I racked my name and tried to put a face with the name. When I came up short I frowned to myself internally. Any who, the girl's crying, but why? Is it because I'm supposedly unconscious? Why should she care?

"Harry, Hemione, how is he?" A deep, husky voice asked. "He's breathing, but he's still unconscious. He moved his foot a minute ago but that's about it." I heard heavy footsteps come close to me. Someone's breath was warm against my ear, but it smelt of fish and some other disgusting item. "Lysander, if you can hear me, move your foot." I tried to wiggle my foot, and ended up groaning in pain.

"Good. Now, can you open your eyes?" I wiggled my foot, hoping they would take it as a no. "He can't wake up. We need Professor Lupin. Ron, go fetch him please."

"Why do I have to-"

"Ron." A voice sighed and again, there was a shuffling of feet. A few agonizing minutes later, there was more shuffling of feet and a new voice. "Hagrid? What's the matter?" There was silence after that. Suddenly someone had their hand on my forehead. It retreated as fast as it got there. "He's burning up. Harry, go to the kitchen car and ask for some ice wrapped in a cloth. Hurry." I felt someone undoing my shirt and ripping it off of me. I heard someone's breath catch in their throat. Must be that girl. Ha! She must be looking at my chest. I laughed to myself internally.

Harry must have come back because I felt something cool against my forehead. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Hermione, grab me some bandages would you? The boy's got a nasty cut on his head." Oh great. I wonder how bad that is. "Yes sir." My body was beginning to cool down. Sweat wasn't dripping down my face anymore. When I tried to move my fingers, I was successful. It still hurt though. I felt something being wrapped around my head. Must be that bandage.

"What's his name?" The new voice asked. "His name is-"

"Lysander." I croaked. After I spoke the room was silent. My eyes opened slowly revealing a man's face peering down at me. I was in a compartment on the train. The walls were wood. The seat were plush and red. A wood table sat underneath the window. I tried to sit up, but groaned. My head was throbbing. A man with chestnut colored hair and hazel eyes was standing over me. He had small scars all over his face. A ginger haired girl threw herself at me when I finally managed to sit up. "Ow..." I grimaced. She looked at me apologetically.

Hermione. I remember her now. I looked around the room at the other people. Harry, Ron, and Hagrid. Why couldn't I remember their names before?

My attention turned to Professor Lupin, who had cleared his throat. "Lysander. My name is Professor Lupin. May I ask you a few questions?" He looked at the others. "Alone." They all sighed and nodded, making their way out of the room. Professor Lupin sat down beside me on the floor.

"What happened?" He asked. I blanked. What had happened? All I can remember was talking to Harry, Ron, and Hermione and the lights flickering. The window frosting. That...that creature...

"I was attacked." I said quietly, averting his gaze. I wonder why whenever someone looks at me I blush. Huh, weird. "Who attacked you?" I shook my head. "I-I don't remember what it's called. It was big and it was black. It didn't have a face..."

"Dementor. Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them. Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself...soulless and evil. You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life." I blinked a few times at his words. "S-so every happy memory was taken away from me?" I stammered. I can't imagine myself without them. I mean, I have a few happy memories, and I cherish them. I don't want to let them go. Ever. The thought of them being taken away from me angers me. "Possibly. But, as you can probably tell, you're not soulless or evil. They probably just took a few non important ones." How was that supposed to make me feel any better about the situation?

I shook my head at the man. "I don't care! Any memory of mine shouldn't be stolen! I need them!" He only nodded. "I understand how you're feeling. It's happened to me before too." I didn't say anything after that. I just stared at my shoes. I remember everything now, I just didn't when I was unconscious. Or, at least I think I do.

"Are you a new student this year Lysander?" The professor asked suddenly. I glanced up at him and replied, "Yeah. Can't you tell?" The man chuckled and ruffled my dark hair. "It's obvious. Come on, let's go get something to eat. I bet you're starving from being out for so long." I nodded and tried to get up. I groaned in pain again. "I can't get up." I complained with a frown. Professor Lupin helped me up and set me down on the seat. "I'll be back with some food." He opened the door and Ron, Harry, Hagrid, and Hermione came toppling down on top of one another. Professor Lupin shook his head and smiled down at them. "Well, I guess we weren't actually alone Lysander." I looked down at my friends and smiled. They all smiled up at me. Especially Hermione. I saw blush begin to creep it's way across her cheeks. Flustered, she tried to shield her face. It was too late though. I chuckled at her embarrassment.

They all stood up and sat down where we all were before. The only thing that was different was that I didn't have a shirt on and Hagrid's here. "Oh look!" Hagrid exclaimed. "We're almost to the school!" Everyone immediately ran over to the window and peered out excitedly. He was right, we looked to be about 50 miles away. You can see the silhouette of the giant castle behind the woods that we passed. "We should be there in about an hour or two."

After the excitement died down a little, I decided to go back to my compartment for the remainder of the trip. I said goodbye to my friends and headed back. Malfoy was glaring out the window when I sat down across from him. He didn't give me so much as a glance. "Hey Malfoy." I said awkwardly. He grunted in response. "Uhm...sorry about...uhm..." What was I sorry about. I racked my brain, trying to remember. When I came up short, I grumbled to myself.

Did the Dementor take away that memory?

"Malfoy, I gotta tell you something that happened yesterday." Draco sighed, and finally turned to face me. "What is it?"

"At about noon yesterday the train had stopped and the lights went out. Remember that?" He nodded. "Well, I hadn't known what was going on. A big black flying thing came to my window several times. And then things kinda-"

"A Dementor came to your window?!" Malfoy gasped and suddenly looked angry. "I bet they were looking for Potter! Tell me, what happened next."

"As I was saying, it was as if time froze. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were frozen, and so was my watch. The only things still moving were the Dementor and me. And then the pain started..." I shook my head. "Is that how you got that wound on your head?" I shrugged. I wish the Dementor took away that experience. The pain from that is definitely something no one would ever want to remember. "I-I don't remember anything after that besides what happened when I woke up."

"It was probably after that Potter boy again! He got you in this mess! I'll kill him for it!" Malfoy's face was beet red now. His fists were clenched so hard his knuckles were white."Malfoy." He didn't hear me. I got up and knelled in front of him, putting my hands on his shoulder. "Draco!" I yelled as I shook him senseless. He blinked at me for a few moments. Blush began to blossom on his cheeks and he turned away quickly. "Can you let go of me please?" I did and stood back up.

"Where's your shirt?" He asked me. I looked down at my bare chest and back up at him. I had forgotten that I had no shirt on. Maybe that was why all those girls blushed when I passed them in the hallway. I quickly changed into the school uniform. Black dress pants with a white dress shirt tucked into them and a long black robe over top of that. The outfit actually made me look pretty hot, considering you're wearing what looks like a bathrobe over top of it. I looked over at Malfoy who was staring at me. I chuckled. "See something you like?" I teased, making him blush furiously. I laughed and patted him on the shoulders. "It's alright Draco. There's no need to hide that you're madly in love with my hotness." He rolled his eyes and pushed me away a little. "As if." We both laughed. We were interrupted by a deep voice over the intercom, "We will be arriving at the plaza in about 10 minutes time. Please arrange yourselves accordingly." The voice disappeared and I grinned.

Even though I'm being forced to go to school here, I'm still excited. I've already got a few friends, so it can't be too bad...right?