Harry went to his compartment.
There was only one occupant. A stranger wearing an extremely shabby set of wizard's robes that had been darned in several places. He looked ill and exhausted. Though quite young, his light brown hair was flecked with gray.
Professor R. J. Lupin Harry said reading his case.
You must be the new defense against the dark arts Professor Harry said.
Harry said down and read his book.
Draco and Blaise joined him.
This must be the new Professor Draco said hey what do you think he'll be like?
Quirrel was too jumpy Harry said Lockhart was a narcissist.
The rain thickened as the train sped yet farther north; the windows were solid, shimmering grey, which gradually darkened until lanterns flickered into life all along the corridors and over the luggage racks. Train rattled, the rain hammered, the wind roared, but still, Professor Lupin slept.
The train started to get slower and slower.
Something's not right Harry said it's too early, we can't be at Hogwarts yet.
The train came to a stop with a jolt, and distant thuds and bangs told them that luggage had fallen out of the racks. Then, without warning, all the lamps went out and they were plunged into total darkness.
Harry snapped and the lamps came back on.
The door slid open and standing in the doorway was a cloaked figure that towered to the ceiling. Its face was completely hidden beneath its hood.
"Stand back"Harry said.
Everybody got back giving Harry some room.
"You can't fight a dementor Draco said they are creatures of darkness."
"So am i Harry growled stop!"
Instantly the dementor stopped moving.
"Tell the others to get ready Harry said tell every dementor at azkban to get ready."
The dementor nodded and left.
Harry sat back down exhausted.
"Are you all right Harry?" Professor Lupin said now sitting up.
"I'll be fine Professor" Harry said.
"Welcome!" said Dumbeldore, the candlelight shimmering on his beard. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, i think it best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast. . ."
Dumbeldore cleared his throat and continued, " as you will all be aware their search of the Hogwarts express, our school is presently playing host to some of the dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business. "
"They are stationed at every every entrance to the grounds," Dumbeldore continued,"and while they are with us, i must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises — or even invisibility cloaks," he added blandly. " it is not in the nature of a dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure no student runs afoul of the dementors," he said.
"On a happier note," he continued, "i am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year.
"First, Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill our post of Defense against the Dark arts Professor. There were some scattered, rather unenthusiastic applause. Professor Lupin looked particularly shabby next to all the teachers in their best robes.
"As to our second new appointment," Dumbeldore continued as the lukewarm applause for Professor Lupin died away. "Well, i am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy some time with his remaining limbs. However, i am delighted to say his place will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gatekeeping duties. The Dumbeldore Dick rider was ruby-red in the face and staring down at his enormous hands.
"Well that's everything of importance," said Dumbeldore. "Let the feast begin!"
The golden plates and goblets before them filled suddenly with food and drink. Harry, suddenly ravenous, helped himself to everything he could reach and began to eat.
It was a delicious feast; the hall echoed with talk, laughter, and the clatter of knives and forks.
At long last, when the last morsels of pumpkin tart had melted from the golden platters, Dumbeldore gave the word that it was time for them all to go to bed.
