* Chapter 2! Hope you guys enjoy, and if you haven't already, check out the first story 'Tales of The Forgotten'. There are some tiny explanations that you might want to to know.

John was at a loss. He didn't know what to do for his friend. Sure, he knew everything there was to know on dementors, but this wasn't going to help in Clara's situation.

Clara was screaming maniacally, crying and wailing for help. John tried to tell her to at least hide her most precious memory, and maybe, just maybe, the dementor wouldn't affect her as much.

But, John didn't understand what was going on. Dementors sucked the happiness out of people, they usually didn't feel this much physical pain. John hadn't heard of anybody who had screamed during a dementor attack as much as Clara was screaming right now.

John had to admit, the dementor was getting to him too. John was much more equipped with mind tricks than the average twelve-year -old, so it didn't affect him as much, but he did feel the pain, loss, and sorrow of his life recurring in his head.

Stuttering because of the cold, John yelled, "L-leave her alone! T-take mine, take m-mine!"

The dementor broke off of Clara momentarily, and seemed to gaze into John's soul. John shivered, but held held ground.

The dementor floated toward him, and initiated the kiss. And it was horrible. John felt everything in his life slip away, but he had to be strong. If not for him, for Clara.

The dementor was probing his mind, seeping into his body and flowing through his veins. John was feeling empty… so empty…

But then, in a flash of light, the weight of the dementor was whisked off of John's body, and he could breathe normally again. Then, his vision slacked into the darkness.

"John!" Someone's distant voice yelled. "John!"

John felt his eyes flutter open, towering over him was Hermione, her hair falling in odd places.

John groaned. "What happened? Why are we moving?"

Hermione bit her lip. "We've been moving for about an hour now. You were unconscious. Ron's with Harry. I had to come, there was all this screaming coming from your compartment-"

"Is Clara OK?"

Hermione's eyes started to water. "W-we don't understand what's going on with her. She's breathing, but there's no pulse-" he voice broke.

"She can't be alive and dead!" John said angrily, while sitting up.

John turned to to the seats. Clara was lying down on them, and John could see her chest rising and then lowering.

Hermione gave a sad look, and she started quivering. "I-I'm going to get the professor and Ginny…"

"Why do I need a professor?" John asked, still eyeing Clara.

"He can help, he assisted Harry," Hermione gave, to John's disliking, a quick hug, and she bolted out of the compartment. John tried to stand, but his legs shook, so John sat down against the train wall, below the window. John was infected by sudden nausea, but he forced it down. This wasn't the time.

Then, the compartment door slid open again, revealing Ginger, Hermione, and a man John had never seen before.

The man, who john assumed was the professor, knelt down beside John.

"Hello, John Smith."

Lupin frowned. "You've been affected by a dementor," he glanced at Clara. "What exactly happened?"

John opened his mouth, but he shuddered again and felt vomit rising in his throat.

Lupin pulled something out of his coat. "Here, this is chocolate. It'll make you feel better."

John plucked the bar of chocolate out of the professor's hands. "Thanks," he muttered. Even though John would never admit it, the chocolate made him feel instantly better.

Lupin stared at John. "I"m going to ask again: What exactly happened? I can understand Harry-"

"The dementor attacked Harry as well, Harry Potter?" John asked.

Lupin nodded.

John glanced down. "Well, it got cold, really cold and dark. Then, the dementor entered our compartment, and it attacked Clara."

"Why was she screaming?" Ginger asked, though with hesitance and a broken vice.

John shook his head. "I don't know. Dementors don't cause this much physical pain. Sure, they reawaken your most distant of memories… But it would mean Clara had severe trauma over the years…"

"Her mother died," Ginger pointed.

"Everybody loses something, or someone. It would've had to been more. Maybe when she wakes up we'll find out."

Lupin cocked his head. "You know an awful lot, Mr. Smith. We supposed that miss Clara was having a fit over the sheer presence of the dementor," he once again, glanced in Clara's direction. "We now now she almost received the kiss…"

John crossed his arms. "Why were they here? The dementors, I mean."

Lupin frowned. "We'll be getting to Hogwarts in a couple of minutes. Up you get." He reached out his hand, and John took it with reluctance. John got to his feet and sighed.

"Was it you?" John asked as Lupin was leaving the compartment.

"Sorry?"

"Was it you who cast the Patronus Charm?"

Lupin stood astounded for a second, but left without saying a word.

Hermione went out after him, which left Ginger and John to themselves.

Ginger was crying over Clara's body. "I don't understand!" She cried.

John stared at Clara.

"Hermione said something about her breathing, but not having a pulse!" Ginger cried again. She reached her hand out, and held Clara's hand.

John carefully grabbed Clara's hand from Ginger's grasp. He pressed two fingers lightly to her wrist. He waited. Nothing.

"It may be too faint to feel," John reasoned.

This didn't sit well with Ginger. "Why would they attack you two? Is it because of Harry?"

John shook his head. "No, something else is going on, and I intend to find out what it is."

Ginger nodded solemnly.

The Hogwarts Train whistled, and came to an all stop. John kept a hard look, as he wasn't sure what to do in this situation.

Lupin came in again and pulled out his wand. "If you two could just, clear away-"

John pulled Ginger away from Clara's body. Lupin waved his wand, and Clara levitated, her hair flying all over the place. Her body pale and limp.

John and Ginger moved out of the way, and they followed their professor and the Clara.

Many students glanced at them, and immediately started gossiping. John shot them a killer look, and they stared, dumbfounded for a second.

They walked onto the platform, where John spotted Harry, Hermione and Ron. They slowed down and walked in sync with John.

Harry stared at Clara's body, and Hermione was crying into Ron's shirt.

A familiar sneer appeared. "What happened? Did Potter's ugly face kill a girl?" The voice came from none other than Draco Malfoy.

Everybody stopped walking. John noticed a flicker of fear cross onto Malfoy's face. It was five against him, Crabbe, and Goyle.

But, Malfoy recovered quickly. He turned toward Harry. "I heard you fainted. Did the dementor scare you? Does someone need their mummy?"

Harry's face paled. John laced his fingers around his wand…

Malfoy sneered again. "Ah, and you, John Smith. Did you faint too?"

John straightened his back, and stressed his Scottish accent. "No, no I didn't. Though, I have to ask, did you wet yourself? It certainly looks like it." John silently waved his wand…

Malfoy jerked, and his pants darkened in his er… area…

Ron let out a large snort. And Malfoy, being the coward he was, ran off wrapping his robes around himself, his cronies following him.

John grimaced, and ran to the castle, as he did not intend to lose Clara in all the commotion. The moment he stepped into the castle though, professor McGonagall lead him away to the hospital wing along with Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginger.

John was greeted by a fussy Madame Pomfrey. She inspected them all, and narrowed her eyes when she saw John and Harry.

"Dementors," McGonagall explained.

Pomfrey muttered angrily. "Dementors around the school? Horrible idea!"

"Should they stay the night?" mcGonagall asked.

"I'm fine!" Both John and Harry said at the same time.

Pomfrey looked at them and sighed. "Very well, but I must attend to miss Oswald. Have some chocolate."

She left briskly, and closed the curtains around Clara's bed.

"I've already had chocolate…" Harry muttered as they left the hospital wing.

John smirked. "You need more. Chocolate causes serotonin to be released in your body, which makes you happy. Simple biology, really."

"Plus, chocolate is bloody delicious!" Ron added.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron could you please-"

She was cut off by McGonagall calling her.

"Miss Granger, I must discuss your times table along with Mr. Smith here. You ,may attend the feast in just a minute."

Hermione shrugged, and they followed McGonagall to her office.