Harry sat in the train car with Hermione and Ron, still shaken up from the Dementor attack just moments ago. The strange man who’d been in the train car with them had hurried off, after helping him with the side-effects.

This was the last thing he needed- first Sirius Black was hunting him and now this? He was broken out of his thoughts at a knock on the door- his head whipping to look who had arrived.

“Hello… uhm- my father told me to come check on you..” They said, Harry recognized her. They were in his year, a Hufflepuff by the looks of their uniform. He’d always thought they looked so pretty in the halls… he just didn’t know their name.

“O-Oh uhm- everything’s fine… thank you though..” He replied, hoping they’d still stay.