Year 3

                                    

                                          
Over the summer, I had changed a lot. My body had gotten slimmer with curves starting to show. Mum bought me my first bra and she told dad all about it which was really awkward for me. My hair had grown longer and was darker now. I've also started to wear makeup. Just a little blush on my cheeks and some mascara and lipgloss. I'm not allowed to wear more than that.
                          
When summer ended, I found myself on the Hogwarts Express with Harry, Ron and Hermione. We looked around for an empty compartment and then ended up deciding to sit in the one with a sleeping man who had a jacket covering his face.
                          
"Who do you reckon he is?" Ron asked as we all sat down.
                          
"Professor R. J. Lupin." Hermione spoke.
                          
"You know everything. How is it she knows everything?"
                          
"It's on his case." I said, pointing up at the suitcase.
                          
"Is he really asleep?" Harry asked.
                          
"Seems to be." I shrugged. "Why? What is it Harry?"
                          
"Close the door." he said and Ron leaned over to close it. Ron, Hermione and I exchanged curious looks before all focusing on Harry.
                          
Later that evening when we were still on the train, it was quite dark out. The clouds were dark and it poured down. We all stared at Harry. Our faces were only lit up by the small lights in the compartment.
                          
"Let me get this straight." Ron said. "Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban to come after you?"
                          
"Yes."
                          
"But they'll catch Blake, won't they?" Hermione asked. "I mean...eventually?"
                          
"They have to." I said.
                          
"Sure." Ron nodded. "Of course. No one's ever broken out of Azkaban before and he's raving, murderous lunatic...
                          
As he were talking, the compartment rattled and the lanterns flickered. The train shook and slowed down before it fully stopped. Hermione slid down the seat, pinning Ron against the window. They exchanged an awkward glance and then Hermione slid to the other side of the seat, glancing at her watch with a frown.
                          
"Why're we stopping?" she asked. "We can't be there yet..."
                          
I stood up and slid open the door, taking a peak outside and apparently a lot other student had the same idea. Suddenly the train jerked and I fell back onto the seat, my shoulder hitting Hermione and she placed a hand on my back to support me.
                          
"What's going on?" Ron asked. Steam left Ron's mouth as if it was winter but it had gotten pretty cold in here.
                          
"Dunno." I said. "Maybe we're broken down."
                          
"Ouch! Ron that was my foot!" Hermione exclaimed.
                          
"There's something moving out there." Ron squeaked. "I think... people are coming onboard."
                          
I frowned at his statement and hurried over to the window, looking outside. "I don't see anything."
                          
The train jerked again and the window under my fingers started to vibrate. "Bloody hell, what is happening?"
                          
A soft cackling started filling the train and suddenly the professor jumped up, looking tired but alert, holding his wand in his hand.
                          
"Don't. Move." he whispered, pointing the wand at the door.
                          
A slimy and scabbed hand. A hand that looked dead, slid open the compartment door and a black cloaked figure moved inside. It moved towards Harry. His mouth opened and a weird bright light left it. Professor Lupin pointed the wand at the creature, shouting someone and as Harry collapsed on the seat, his glasses falling to the floor, the figure disappeared.
                          
A few seconds passed and Harry woke up with a gasp, blinking as he tried to understand what just happened. I didn't even fully understand what just happened.
                          
"Harry? Harry are you alright?" Hermione asked and Ron handed him his glasses. Harry thanked him, put them on and sat up, looking confused.
                          
Professor Lupin broke a piece of a chocolate bar he had pulled out of his bag and handed it to Harry. "Chocolate. Eat. I'll help."
                          
"What was that... that thing?" Harry asked.
                          
"A dementor." Professor Lupin said. "One of the guards of Azkaban. It's gone now."
                          
"It was searching the train, Harry." Hermione said when he frowned in confusion. "For Sirius Black."
                          
"I need to have a word with the driver. Excuse me." Lupin said, handing Harry the rest of the chocolate. "Eat. It'll help."
                          
Later that night when we were sitting at the Gryffindor table, we found out that everyone knew about what happened in our compartment.
                          
"Potter, Potter!" Draco called from the Slytherin table, causing all four of us to turn and look at him. "Is it true that you fainted? I mean, you actually fainted?"
                          
At the same time as he spoke, another Slytherin next to Draco mimicked the action of fainting and I sent them both a glare.
                          
"Shut up Malfoy." I said, turning both Harry and I around, our backs facing the Slytherins again.
                          
A few days after that horrible night, we were walking down to Hagrid's hud where he was gonna teach us care of magical creatures.
                          
"C'mon now, get a move on! Got a real treat for yeh. Great lesson comin' up. Follow me!"
                          
He led everyone towards a small paddock nearby the forbidden forrest. In the paddock there was a freestanding iron rack with dead ferrets hanging from it and close to it was a pumpkin patch.
                          
"Gather around!" Hagrid called. "Find yourself a spot. That's it. Now first thing yeh'll want you to do is open your books."
                          
"And exactly how do we do that?" Draco asked, making me shoot him a glance as I ran two fingers down the spine of my book, making it purr and then I could open it without trouble.
                          
"Crikey. Didn't yeh know? All yeh've got to do is stroke them. Look.."
                          
Hagrid took Hermione's book to show how it was done and Draco followed his action.
                          
"Right then. Yeh've got your books and now yeh need the magical creatures. Right. So...I'll...I'll go and get them."
                          
He disappeared into the trees and Draco shook his head, turning to Crabbe and Goyle. "God this place has gone to the dogs. Wait until my father hears Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching classes."
                          
"Shut up Malfoy." Harry said, approaching Draco after I tried to keep him back but failed.
                          
Draco and his friends all cooed in a mocking way and Draco handed his bag to Crabbe before approaching Harry as well. Then he stepped back, looking into the air with a horrified facial expression, pointing. "D-Dementor, Dementor."
                          
Everyone, including myself turned to look and it became obvious that he had joked when he and the Slytherins started laughing. Us Gryffindors turned back to look at him as he and his friends pulled up the hood of their robes, waving their fingers while cooing as if they were ghosts.
                          
"Just ignore him." I said, pulling Harry away from him and then Draco winked at me in his usual sassy way and I scrunched my face up in disgust.