Harry had just got to the end of the corridor when he met Hermionie, he could tell she had been crying long after she had left him, "are you alright "he asked, "I'm fine, they've got to wait till we get to Hogwarts before they can inform his parents", she replied. There was a awkward silence between them until Harry walked slowly off, he felt it the right thing to do since once he had reached the end of the corridor, the tears Hermionie had successfully kept back, came pouring out and she hurried into the toilets.
The corridors of the train were empty, Harry's feet became tired so he stopped and looked out the window. No thought came to him, he didn't know what to think, and he stood and stared and at last he realised that night had crept in, and he could hear the snores and mumblings of the rest of the inhabitants of the train, he felt calm but this feeling of serenity did not last when he heard one of the doors swing open, he turned his head quickly and saw a tall figure, most of his body covered in darkness but his face was highlighted in the moonlight, it was the defence against the dark arts teacher and luckily thought Harry he was headed the opposite direction from where Harry was standing. Harry picked himself up and stumbled after him.
Harry followed until at last they reached the compartment that Ron had been killed in, the professor opened the door and walked in Harry was about to do the same but he became scared and made his mind up to walk away until sound of struggle could be heard, as if the professor was throwing himself against the walls, followed by a quick intake of breath and a laugh that didn't sound human, then silence. Harry waited five minutes until resolving to enter the room.
The moon was shining into the centre of the compartment. Harry became puzzled for there was nobody to be seen, he decided that he must imagined it all and turned to leave. And then a voice came from the shadows at the the end of the compartment and said in a voice that was almost a whisper, "won't you sit down". Harry spun around to confront the owner of the voice, but there was nobody to be seen until a figure in the corner shifted itself enough that Harry could make out it's silhouette, "please sit" it said again. But Harry was struck dumb for the figure did not belong to the professor.