Harry told Ron and Hermione what Mr, Weasley had said,
But no light were they able to shed.
They were in a compartment shared with Professor R. J. Lupin,
He looked older beyond his years, unhealthy and extraordinarily thin.
The Train gathered speed and soon it became evening,
They passed fields, forests and mountains, everything darkening.
Suddenly the lights went out,
No one knew what it was about.
Neville and Ginny stumbled in, making the space less,
There was disorder along the Express.
It became colder; there was a chill in the air,
Harry felt a cold presence come near.
The door opened and there stood a black, hooded figure,
Harry slid to the floor, he had no vigour.
Lupin flashed a spell,
And before long all was well.
The figure disappeared.
Harry heard a piercing scream,
But was then was awoken as if from a dream.
No one knew why Harry had collapsed,
The Express hurried on, and much time elapsed.
The hooded figure was called a Dementor, a guard of Azkaban,
They were searching for Sirius Black, the convict man.
At long last the train came to an end,
To Hogwarts, in carriages, they were sent.
My Apologies:
Sorry it's so short and goes a little weird at the end. Sorry it's taking so slow to update and it's taking so long to move the story along.