A/N So, what's up? Thanks for the reviews, because of those, it got me enough courage to upload the second chapter. Um, My character's name is Peyton Olivia Miller. She's fifteen years old, right? So, and she fall's for a certain twin. You know his name, FRED! Half the dialauge belongs to JK Rowling. I skipped some from the book because she didn't have to do with any of it. Harry's third year! I said that Peyton wonders if Neville knew he had a future, because Neville was doubted when he grew up and he bascially gave himself no credit, whatsoever. BYE!

Disclaimer (c) I sure wish I was JK Rowling. If I were, Fred wouldn't have died. I thought Percy would be better because he just showed respect to the family again, and it'll get more respect for his character.. just my opinion though, no facts inbetween.

Chapter 1- Train Ride

I awoke to the sound of a door sliding. A train compartment door, it was. Little drops of rain were splashing about on the window.

Three younger people were coming through the door as I started to look at my surroundings. Two boys and one girl. One had extraordinarily frizzy hair, and overgrown teeth. She was merely pretty. Her brown eyes stood out. Another was fairly tall. And when I say tall, I meant TALL. He was taller than the both of them. He was a smaller and younger version of the boy I saw earlier. He was covered almost literally head to toe in freckles. Once again, I found myself staring at blue eyes. The first thing I noticed about the last person who came in, was his eyes. Emerald green eyes, which I could probably see from a mile away without my contacts or glasses. He had glasses that were out of style, yet he seemed to suit them. His hair was very messy. It seems it was, like Miley Cyrus, as it "can't be tamed." Though, there was something on his forehead...

The green eyes squinted. "Who-who are you? I don't think we've ever seen you before."

I cleared my throat. "Oh, yes. I'm Peyton. Peyton Miller." I held out my hand for them to shake. It seemed polite. They all shook it. They seemed quite familiar. My eyes widened.

The Golden Trio.

The one with black hair introduced himself first. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter." I knew I was dreaming. This has got to be the oddest dream I've ever had, though. It seemed real though. It made sense, too.

"Ron" Muttered, "Ron Weasley. Most people just call me Ron. Others call me Ronald. You decide." He smiled brightly.

The girl, Hermione, introduced herself as well. "Hermione Granger. If you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"

I expected this. I simply answered, "Canada. I decided to transfer myself to Hogwarts."

So, yes. It was official, Harry Potter was real. Ron's eyes tended to wonder next to myself. Man, Lupin looked absolutely nothing like he is portrayed in the films. He is covered in scars. And when I say covered, I meant COVERED. It made me wonder what him, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail did while dealing with "Moony's little furry problem."

He has no clue I know who he is. I think its best I kept it like that. I'll try and stop myself from saying something stupid. "Who do you reckon he is?" Ron questioned.

Before I could stop myself, I answered. "Professor R.J Lupin" Hermione seemed surprised, seeing as she was the one who answered in the books.

"How do you know that?" He asked. Great, now I am girl- who- seems- to- show off.

"It's on his suitcase." Hermione stated, pointing up. What came next in the book was a description of the letters that was on the suitcase. That's how it should've been. I don't belong here, yet it seemed real. I would think I was dreaming, though my imagination can't come up with things like this.

"I wonder what he teaches," said Ron, frowning at Professor Lupin's pallid profile.

"That's obvious," whispered Hermione. "There's only one vacancy, isn't there? Defense against the Dark Arts."

"Oh, right. I heard Hogwarts had two different professors in the past two years." I said, trying to sound casual. At this point, the book was explaining what I just said. Which lead me to the fact that Harry was thinking about it? "Um, Quirrell, and I think, Gilderoy Lockhart. Charming smile, terrible taste in character."

The group seemed to lighten up a bit. "Well, I hope he's up for it," said Ron doubtfully. "He looks like one good hex could finish him off, doesn't he?" I couldn't help myself but be a tad grim. "Anyway, what were you about to tell us?"

Harry kind of looked at me awkwardly. I understood. The conversation was only meant for the few of them. I decided to go and hang with people my own age. "I get it, right. I don't really know you three. I'll leave." I was about to open the door, when Harry stopped me-

"No, it's alright. It's about Sirius Black escaping from Azkaban." Harry soon tried to explain about what he's overheard in Mr. and 's argument, and Mr. Weasley's warning that he had just received. Every now and then, Harry would pause and explain something to me. I tried to be patient, because I already knew about everything that was going on, and that was going to happen. But, I simply just nodded my head. After he'd finished, Hermione had a hand over mouth, and Ron looked dumbstruck. I think I possibly tried to, but it didn't exactly work.

Finally, Hermione lowered her hand to say, "Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban to come after you? Oh, Harry… you'll have to be really, really careful. Don't go looking for trouble, Harry…"

"I don't go looking for trouble," said Harry, nettled.

I nodded my head, to show that I understood what was going on. "Trouble usually finds you."

Harry looked up, and smiled. "Exactly."

"How thick would Harry have to be, to go looking for someone who wants to kill him?" said Ron shakily.

I whispered to Harry so the other two couldn't hear, "They seem to be more afraid of Black then you are." He nodded, smiling.

"No one knows how Black got out of Azkaban," said Ron, uncomfortably. "No one's ever done it before. And he was a top-security prisoner, too."

"But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean, everyone's looking for him. They even got some muggles on the search for him, too."

"What's that noise?" Ron said suddenly. It took me a moment to realize that I was mouthing the same thing as my favorite three characters from my favorite book series. I spaced out for a bit. Draco Malfoy came, he was stunning. I couldn't help myself but stare. His bleach blonde hair was incredibly silky. He was even hotter then Tom Felton. I wanted to melt. Although, when he looked at me, he showed a bit of disgust.

"Who are you?" Draco asked bad tone in his voice.

"Draco Malfoy. I thought you would've been a bit cooler, but I was wrong. Any ways, my name is Peyton." He kind of paused, then left. When I looked at the three, they all gave me an approving thumb up. I smiled to myself. Suddenly, I felt a whole lot more confident. Until, the train stopped. More people were in the compartment now, which made it a whole lot more confusing.

"What's going on?" said Ron's voice from behind Harry.

"Ouch!" gasped Hermione. "Ron that was my foot!"

Harry felt his way back to his seat.

"Do you think we've broken down?"

"Dunno…"

There was another squeaking sound, and I saw the dim outline patch of Ron, wiping a patch clean on the window and peering out.

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

The compartment door suddenly opened, and I felt a slight bump into my toe, making a person trip onto Harry's lap. "Sorry! Do you know what's going on? Ouch! Sorry-"

"Hullo Neville," said Harry, voice going in all places. Suddenly, I felt a slight brush, which told me Neville was on his feet once again.

"Harry, is that you? What's happening?"

"No idea! Sit down-"When he tried sitting, he ended up sitting on me.

"Oops!" I yelled as the weight of Neville's but landed on my lap.

"Sorry!" He yelled at me. I wondered if he knew he just sat on someone who knew he had a future.

"I'm going to go and ask the driver what's going on," came Hermione's voice. I felt her try to get pass me, heard the sound of the door open once again and then a thud and two loud squeals of pain.

"Who's that?"

"Who's that?"

"Ginny?"

"Hermione?"

"What are you doing?"

"I was looking for Ron-"

"Come in, and sit down-"

"Not here! I'm here!" Harry yelled hurriedly.

"Ouch!" said Neville

"Quiet!" I and professor Lupin had yelled. I suddenly remembered having to love yelling this line, and always wanted to see what it would look like on screen, but never got the chance to.

Of course everyone else was staring at the new figure that seemed to be moving right beside me. Yet, I acted like it was something that tended to happen daily. None of us spoke.

There was a soft, cackling noise and a shivering light that filled the compartment. Professor Lupin appeared to be holding a handful of flames. They illuminated his tired grey face, but his eyes seemed alert and wary.

"Stay where you are," he said, in the same hoarse voice he used when he yelled along with me. He slowly got to his feet, handful of fire right in front of him. I braced myself from jumping. Of course, having read Joanne Kathleen's books, I was the only one who knew what grabbed the door before Lupin had a chance to.

It was a dementor. It's face was completely hidden beneath it's hood. My eyes scanned the dementor, and what I saw made me vomit a bit. There was a hand protruding from the cloak, and it was glistening, grayish, slimy-looking and scabbed, like something dead and had decayed in the water…

The dementor suddenly went towards Harry. It seemed to open his mouth. In the movie, you could see something like Daniel Radcliffe's skin seem to go towards the creature. Here, all you can see is the dementor, and Harry. Harry did seem to have a fit. All of us started to get a bit frightened. Until Lupin used the patronus charm and Harry fainted.

Yes, Harry Potter fainted. Shortly after, though, the train lights seemed to start to work again, and we were moving once more. While he was down, they tried many ways to try and get him awake. Knowing the third book, I pushed the others out of the way, and took a smack at Harry's face. That woke him up.

"W-what?"

I quickly tried to help him in his seat. Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione seemed like they were in bit of shock.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked him nervously.

"Yeah," said Harry, looking quickly towards the door. "What happened? Where's that- that thing? Who screamed?"

"No one screamed," Ron said, more nervously still. Everyone except Lupin and I seemed very nervous. I could also tell, as I saw their skin was pale as my cell phone. Crapo, my cell phone! Oh well.

"But I heard screaming-" A loud snap made everyone excluding me jump. Moony was breaking an enormous slab of chocolate into small pieces.

"Here," he said to Harry, handing him a particularly large amount of chocolate. "Eat it, it'll help."

Harry took the chocolate, but he didn't eat it.

"What was that thing?" He asked Lupin.

"A dementor," I answered. Every head turned to look at me. Two of them were quite confused. Neville and Ginny, because they had no clue I existed. I smiled a bit shyly. "One of the many dementors who help guard Azkaban." Lupin looked a bit impressed as he started to pass chocolate to the others, including me.

"Eat," he repeated. "It'll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me…" He strolled pass Harry and disappeared into the corridor.

Harry watched Lupin disappear, than turned to face us again. "I don't get it… what happened?" said Harry, wiping more sweat off his face.

"Well-that thing-"

"Dementor," I interrupted. Oh, deer, I was starting to sound like Hermione.

"The dementor- stood there and looked around (I mean I think it did, I couldn't see its face) - and you- you,"

"I thought you were having a fit or something," said Ron, still looking scared. "You sort of went rigid and fell right out of your seat and started twitching-"

"And professor Lupin stepped over you, and walked towards the dementor, and pulled out his wand," said Hermione. "And he said, 'None of us is hiding Sirius Black underneath our cloaks. Go.' But the dementor didn't move, so Lupin muttered something, and a silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it turned around and sort of glided away…"

"It was horrible," said Neville, voice particularly high. "Did you feel how cold it went when it came in?"

That was true. I had my worst memories sort of running through my mind.

"It felt weird," said Ron, clutching his shoulders uncomfortably. "Like I'd never feel cheerful again…"

My eyes started to wander back towards my chocolate. It was starting to melt in my finger tips. I started nibbling, and suddenly felt warmth spread throught my body. When I looked up, I saw Ginny huddled in the corner of the opposite seat. She looked as bad as Harry did: gave a small sob; Hermione went over and put a comforting arm around her.

"But didn't any of you- fall off your seats?" said Harry awkwardly.

"No," said Ron, "but Ginny was shaking like mad, though..."

I was nibbling on my chocolate in the awkward silence. The only sound was Crookshank's purrs.

Professor Lupin had come back. He paused in the entrance of the compartment with a smug smile on his face. "Seems to me that only one person trusts me on this train," he muttered, looking straight at me. When he saw the priceless expressions on our faces, he chuckled, and explained. "I haven't poisoned that chocolate, you know." I came in to realization. I was the only one who knew what the chocolate was for, plus, I was feeling quite hungry. "We'll be there in about ten minutes," Lupin said, and bent down near Harry. "Are you alright, Harry?"

"I'm fine," he said sheepishly.

Neville, looking eager to get out of the dark atmosphere, introduced himself. "This is the most interesting way to meet a person, yet. Hi, I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom," the boy said cheerfully, holding out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Peyton Miller." I told him.

"Ginny," she whispered shyly. It was hard to believe she was the girl who stole Harry's heart when she was at a young age in the series. "Ginny Weasley. Ron's little sister."

I laughed a bit. "I guessed that, seeing as you have the same last names."

Suddenly, Ginny went from young and vulnerable, to cheerful and happy. "That's true."