A/N: Hey everybody! First I'd like to apologise for taking so long to update. Writing a fanfiction (especially in a foreign language) isn't nearly as easy as I thought it would be, but here is chapter 4. It was suppose to be longer but I had to cut it in two so I can work on some minor details. Second I'd like to thank to everyone that bothered reading my story and leaving a review. Your critics and suggestions are essential for me to improve my writing! Thank you so much! And finally enjoy the chapter! :)

That was a dark, odd year. With Sirius Black on the loose and the Dementors wandering everywhere you could almost smell the fear and the tension in the atmosphere. Even the warm summer sunshine became cold as soon as the new came out. I was about to start my 3rd year and I have to admit I wasn't the slightest bit forward to it. Not that I didn't enjoy being at Hogwarts, on the contrary, I've always loved Hogwarts, but being there meant I had to see Harry daily. Although I was getting used to the fact that we would never be friends, let alone something more, it was still painful. Me, Hannah, Ernie and Justin met on the platform 9 ¾ thirty minutes before the train left so we could chose our compartment without rush. As soon as we sat on the train I closed my eyes and let my mind drifted to another world... my world. Later on three familiar voices brought me back to reality. I snapped my eyes open just in time to see the golden trio pass by and enter the compartment next to ours. A sigh of frustration escaped my mouth and I looked up at my three friends hoping they hadn't heard it. Ernie and Hannah were talking about their summer vacation and seemed oblivious to everything but themselves and Justin was... staring at me! He blushed scarlet like a little kid caught doing something wrong and turned his gaze to the Quidditch magazine he had been reading... upside down! For a couple of minutes I thought about what had just happen and wondered why Justin was acting so unlike himself but then I slipped back to my previous state of mind. I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes again the weather and the landscape had change completely. I yawn softly and stretched my neck and then I noticed Justin was gazing at me again. This time he didn't break eye contact but smiled sweetly and winked. I was at such a lost I couldn't return the smile and turned to Hannah who was (still) chatting with Ernie. Before I could open my mouth to talk, all the lights were turned off and a strange mist surrounded the Hogwarts Express. A cold, unhappy feeling spread all over my body. I knew what that was: Dementors. But what were they doing in there? I tried to push happy memories towards my brain but it was useless. A male voice screamed in the darkness... a familiar male voice that wasn't Ernie's nor Justin's. Harry!!! That was enough to make me stand up and rush towards the corridor. Hannah made a weak attempt to stop me but failed. As soon as I reached the corridor a dark, rotten, cloaked figure passed me by and I leaned against the wall, trying to fight a strong wave of cold and sadness that was taking over me. I felt my knees gave in as I slipped slowly to the floor, unconscious. A million images flooded my mind: my dead relatives, my parents crying everytime a member of our family was murdered, Justin in the Hospital Wing petrified...

- Susan! Susan! Can you hear me?!

"Yes, can you please stop the yelling McMillan? My head hurts!" – I thought without making a move. Then I opened my eyes and managed to sit up. My vision was a little blurry and my body was still shaking slightly.

- I'm ok – I whispered hoarsely – Honestly!

- You are certainly not ok! What the hell were you thinking, walking on the corridor with a Dementor inside the train?! You could've died!!! – Hannah shrieked in a mixture of angriness and weary – If Justin hadn't found you...

I put my hand on her mouth in order to silence her.

- Enough! My head is aching terribly. You're right; I shouldn't have left the compartment. I don't know what came into me... - I said blushing pink.

I glanced at Justin who was sitting next to the window and looked paler than the Bloody Baron. He was eyeing me closely with a serious expression on his face and I could tell he was in utter shock. I stood up and sat beside him, taking his hand hesitantly.

- Thank you – I whispered, looking at him in the eyes.

He just gave my hand a squeeze and smiled. And this time I smiled back.