You had been left behind in the Shrieking Shack as Harry and them left to get help. You sit back in a chair your leg bandaged messily from Lupins claws. You yourself as a werewolf hadn't transformed that night thanks a wolfsbane necklace you was wearing. You look around as thunder strikes as a shadow is seen behind you, looming as you feel your nerves getting the best of you. Your turn around hearing breathing seeing a man behind you in Azkaban clothes

"Well what do we have here..."