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Chapter 3: The Dementor

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The morning of September 1st rose bright and early for Harry. He barely slept the night before, no thanks to his injuries, plus his restlessness about returning to Hogwarts. He still had no idea how he was going to hide his injuries from everyone. Harry winced as he pulled himself out of bed, grateful that he packed the day before. After a quick shower, he headed back to his room, changed and sat on his bed, reminiscing about this summer. His beloved owl, Hedwig, who he received from his friend, Hagrid, before his first year at Hogwarts, flew over to him and perched herself onto his shoulder. Her amber eyes looked into his emerald green ones as she nipped him on the ear.

"What am I going to do, Hedwig?" Harry said, gently petting her snow white feathers. "I just know someone is going to find out. I can't let that happen…" Hedwig nipped him on the ear again, as if she was telling him that everything will be okay. Harry then walked over to the window, opened it and told her to fly to Hogwarts. She took off, gracefully flying out of the window. While Harry watched her, his Uncle yelled from downstairs.

"BOY! GET DOWN HERE AND MAKE US BREAKFAST!"

Harry sighed, as he slowly made his way downstairs. As soon as Harry walked into the kitchen, his Uncle grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, his purple face raged with anger as always.

"You tell any of those freaks about this summer, boy, you will wish you had never been born," Vernon whispered in Harry ear, sending chills right down his spine. As Harry nodded, Vernon pushed Harry towards the stove. As soon as Harry finished with making breakfast for his so called family, he ate his meager portion, and then made his way back upstairs to drag his trunk and Hedwig's empty cage downstairs.

"HURRY UP, BOY I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" Vernon yelled, while Aunt Petunia and Dudley made their way to the car.

Harry, with whatever strength he could muster up, finally made it to the front yard, somehow managing to get his trunk and the cage into the back of the car and sat in the back seat with Dudley. The ride there was fortunately a quiet one. Harry stared out the window, daydreaming, happy to finally be going back to his real home. As soon as they made it to Kings Cross, Harry got the trunk and cage out of the car and, with one more menacing glance toward his nephew, Vernon drove off quickly, leaving Harry to fend for himself.

Harry slowly made his way towards the platform, his truk dragging along behind him. As soon as he passed through Platform 9 ¾, he had a sense of familiarity, realizing that soon he would be back with his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. As he walked toward the train, he heard a squeal behind him. As soon as he turned around, his face was buried in Hermione's bushy brown hair. He tried his best not to wince as her arms made contact with the welts on his back and he hoped that she didn't notice.

"Oh Harry, it's so good to finally see you," Hermione said, letting him go finally. She took one look at him and her smile fell. "Did those muggles feed you at all this summer?"

"Yes, Hermione," Harry said, rolling his eyes. Though he was wearing his baggy sweatshirt that once belonged to his overweight cousin, Harry knew he still looked quite thin. Hermione didn't seem to believe him but she let it go.

"How you doin', mate?" Ron said, giving him a slap on the shoulder. Harry had to hold in another grimace, as Ron hit another welt.

"I'm doing alright," Harry said, with a forced smile. Harry looked over Ron's shoulder and saw the rest of the Weasley's. The trio made their way over to them to say their goodbyes.

"No you all behave this year," Mrs. Weasley said, glaring the Fred and George Weasley, her trouble making twin sons. "I don't want to hear about any of you giving the Headmaster any grief."

Fred and George rolled their eyes, gave their mother one last hug and headed towards the train. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gave the trio one last hug then they followed the twins onto the train. As soon as Harry, Hermione and Ron walked onto the train, they were one of the last ones to board, so all of the compartments were pretty much full. They finally found one, though there was only one occupant. The man was fast sleep, sitting by the window of the compartment. He was wearing a set of shabby wizarding robes, looking absolutely exhausted and quite ill.

"Who do you think he is?" Ron asked, as they walked in. Hermione and Ron took the seat across from the gentleman, as Harry took the seat next to him.

"Professor R. J. Lupin," Hermione said, pointing to the briefcase above.

"What do you think he teaches?" asked Ron.

"Most likely Defense Against the Dark Arts, seeing as that's the only position available," Hermione responded. The Defense Against the Darks Arts position is thought to be cursed, since, so far, every teacher they've had has only lasted a year.

"Well I hope he's up to it," Ron said, frowning at the Professor's appearance. "So how were your summers?"

The trio continued to their conversation about their summers, though Harry didn't really say much. He definitely didn't want Ron and Hermione to know about his summer. He noticed that Hermione was giving him odd looks every now and then, so Harry tried to include himself into the conversation as much as possible. The conversation took a turn to Sirius Black, who escaped Azkaban during the summer. Since Harry didn't get The Dailey Prophet delivered, he had no idea who Black was.

"He's a madman, Black is," said Ron as he shuddered. "Apparently he murdered a bunch of Muggles, laughing as he did it. He was also a big supporter of you-know-who." The conversation eventually trailed off and Ron and Hermione started talking about Hogsmeade.

"…I just want to get inside Honeydukes!" Ron said, with a excited look on his face. "I've heard its one of the best sweetshops out there!"

"Hogsmeaded is quite historical, from what I heard. The Shrieking Shack is supposed to be one of the most haunted buildings in Britain. Wont it be nice to get out of the castle for a bit?" Hermione asked, turning to Harry, who obviously wasn't paying much attention.

"What? Oh yeah, Hogsmeade," Harry said, completely forgetting about that. Third years and above get permission to visit the wizarding village near Hogwarts. Harry had planned on asking Uncle Vernon to sign the form, but with the way Vernon was this summer, Harry didn't even bother. "My Uncle didn't sign my form," Harry said, looking down at his lap.

"What!?" Ron yelled, earning a nudge in the ribs from Hermione, as she nodded towards Lupin. Ron ignored her, though he lowered his voice. "No way! Someone has to give you permission. McGonagall or someone. Or Fred and George can help. They know every passage way out of the castle!"

"Ron, I don't think Harry should be sneaking out of the castle," Hermione said sharply. He4rmione and Ron continued their arguing, while Harry sat back, not even listening anymore.

The rest of their trip was uneventful. Hermione and Ron were arguing at one point because during the summer, Hermione bought herself a cat named Crookshanks and Ron, who has a pet rat, started getting angry when Hermione was letting Crookshanks out of his basket.

"Don't let that thing out!" Ron said. Too late though as Crookshanks walked out of his basket and sat in between Ron and Hermione. He tried shoving Crookshanks away.

"Ron, leave him alone!" Hermione said, picking up her cat. The two of them kept arguing but Harry just tuned them out, staring out the window. As it started getting darker outside, no thanks to the rain, all the lights turned on inside their compartment.

As the train started to slow down, Ron got up and looked outside the window. "We must be nearly there. Great! I'm starving," he said, rubbing his stomach. "I want to get to the feast."

"There's no way we can be there yet," Hermione said, looking down at her watch.

"Then why is the train slowing down," Ron asked, as he took is seat. As soon as he sat down, the train lurched to a complete stop and all the lights went out.

"Whats going on?" Hermione whispered in the darkness. Harry could only see the outline of his friends, but knew they had frightened looks on them.

Harry stood up to look outside the door but as soon as he opened it the train shook and he fell back into his seat. He looked towards the window to see Ron wiping a spot on the window clean to look outside.

"There's something moving out there," Ron said shakily. "I think someone's coming aboard."

They heard the door to their compartment open and someone tripped over Harry's legs. "Ouch! Sorry. Do you guys know whats going on?" Harry could tell by the voice that it was their fellow Gryffindor friend, Neville Longbottom, followed by Ron's sister, Ginny.

"Ron, whats going on," Ginny said through the darkness, as she and Neville took a seat.

"I don't know," Ron said, sitting back down, as he was still standing by the window when they came in.

Suddenly, they heard movement from the corner where Lupin was sitting. He seemed to have finally woken up. A light suddenly came from the end of Lupin's wand as he stood up, looking around the compartment. When his eyes met with Harry's, they lingered for a moment, then Lupin looked towards the door. "Stay where you are," he said, moving to the door. But he didn't get very far.

Suddenly, the door slid open. There, standing in the doorway, was a dark cloaked figure. The compartment went ice cold as the hooded figure seemed to look around the compartment. Harry looked down and saw a decayed hand sticking out of the robe. All of a sudden, as if the figure could sense out Harry, it drew in a slow, rattling breath. Harry could feel himself drowning in the cold as he tried to catch his own breath. He couldn't see. In the back of his mind, all he could hear was screaming. He couldn't move, but he knew he had to help whoever it was-

"Harry! Harry, wake up!"

He could feel someone tapping him on the face. He opened his eyes and stared into the faces of Ron and Hermione, both looking terrified. He then realized that he was lying on the compartment floor. He could feel that the train was finally moving again and the light had come back on. He let Ron and Hermione help him back onto the seat, flinching as they did. The pain from his injuries coming back to him as he sat back down on the seat. He felt sweat trickling down his face and went to wipe it off with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. Ginny and Neville were both seated by the window, not looking any better than Harry. Lupin was sitting next to Harry, watching him.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked, sitting across from Harry.

"What was that thing?" Harry asked, sitting back against the seat. He felt terrible. Like he was recovering from the flu or something.

Hermione and Ron didn't know how to answer that. They looked at Lupin, who was breaking chocolate into pieces for everyone. He handed a particularly large piece to Harry, handed out the rest and answered, "It was a dementor. One of the guards from Azkaban Prison. They came onto the train looking for Sirius Black. I need to have a little word with the driver," Lupin said, walking to the door. He turned around, gave Harry a smile and said, "Eat. You'll feel better." He then shut the door and headed to the front of the train.

Harry then took a bite of the chocolate. He felt warmth spread from the tips of his fingers to his toes. Once he finished the chocolate, he turned to Ron and Hermione for answers. "What happened?"

"Well after that thing came in," Ron said, shuddering. "You went sort of rigid and fell out of your seat. You started twitching…"

"Then Lupin stepped over you and said 'None of us are hiding Sirius Black. Go.' But the dementor wouldn't leave so Lupin shot something out of his wand. It was like a silvery shadow. Then the dementor sort of glided away," Hermione said.

Harry just stared at them. "But did any of pass out," he said, wiping more sweat off his face.

"No," Ron said, looking down. "But I felt like I would never be cheerful again."

Harry was confused. How come he was so affected by the Dementor when no one else had. Even after he ate the chocolate, he still felt weak and shivery. He sat back in his seat, lost in his own thoughts. Who screamed? Why did he faint?

The door slid open and Lupin returned to his seat and looked at Harry. "Are you alright, Harry?"

Harry looked at Lupin. There was some sort of familiarity about this man that Harry couldn't quite figure out. "I'm fine, sir," Harry said, looking down at his lap.

The rest of the journey was sat in silence, each member of the compartment lost in their own thoughts. Harry knew everyone was shooting worried glances at him but he tried to let it go. He didn't want the pity. As they were getting closer to Hogwarts, everyone started changing into their robes. Harry, of course, knew that he couldn't change into his robes in the compartment without everyone seeing his injuries. "I'm going to go use the restroom, so I'll just change there," he said, pulling out his robes, tie, shirt and jumper. He then headed to the back of the train where the restrooms were. Luckily, Harry was the only one in there so he shut and locked the bathroom door and started changing, trying not to aggravate his injuries. He looked at himself in the mirror as he changed into his robes. He looked at all of his injuries, trying to figure out how he was going to heal them. He knew going to Madam Pomfrey would be out of the question. Maybe there was a charm he could find in one of the books in the library. Either way, he needed to figure something out. Grabbing the rest of his clothes, he headed back to his compartment.

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As Harry left the compartment to go change, Remus sat there, looking out the window, stuck in his own thoughts. He couldn't believe that out of all the people that would be in his compartment, it just so happened to be his best friend's son. The boy he couldn't wait to finally see after 12 years. The dementor incident surprised him though. He knew that the dementors would be guarding Hogwarts this year, no thanks to Sirius Black being on the run. But why would they be searching the train? And why did they affect Harry so much? He knew what dementors were. Knew that they wipe every happy feeling from your mind. Due to Harry's past, Remus suddenly realized why Harry was affected. He prayed that whatever memory the dementor forced upon Harry, it wasn't one of that fateful night 12 years ago.

Remus also, though Harry probably didn't notice, the wince Harry made while his friends pulled him back onto the seat after he passed out. Was Harry injured? If so, how? Remus didn't want to think the worst. Maybe Harry was just sore from falling to the floor? He tried not looking so far into this but he knew something was up. He wanted to get to know Harry. It's been years since Remus got to see him. He was just hoping that Harry will be open enough to hear about his parents. Harry never knew them and Remus wanted to be the one to tell him.

A/N: Hello all! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! As you can tell, there was a little bit of dialogue taken from the book and movie. I tried to make this chapter as close to the book as possible, while adding bits of Harry's abuse. Please Review/Favorite/Follow!