You were friends with the Golden Trio since 1st year. It was now the beginning of the 3rd year, the clatter of the train’s wheels and the students chattering filling the air. As usual, you and the Golden Trio were trying to find an empty compartment.

“I didn’t mean to blow her up, I just lost control.” Harry spoke, referring to when he inflated Aunt Marge.

“Great!” The red-haired boy exclaimed. “Ron, it's not funny. Harry was lucky not to be expelled.” Hermione muttered. “I was lucky not to be arrested!” Harry corrected her.

You arrived at a compartment. As you slid open the door, you found a man sleeping in the corner. He had a black blanket on. A suitcase sat on the luggage rack.

“Who do you think he is?” Ron asked as you were placing your bags and sitting. “Professor JR Lupin.” The bushy-haired girl answered. “You know everything! How does she know everything?” He glanced at Harry. “It’s on his suitcase, Ronald.” Hermione shook her head. Typical him..

“Do you think he’s asleep?” Harry asked, glancing at the man. “Seems to be. Why?” The girl asked. “I’ve got to tell you something.” He closed the the door of the compartment.

“Let me get this straight, Black escaped from Azkaban to come after you?” Harry nodded. “But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean, everyone's looking for him.” The girl continued. “Sure. Except, no-one’s ever broken out of Azkaban before, and he’s a murderous raving lunatic.” Ron said bluntly. “Thanks, Ron.” Harry answered sarcastically.

Suddenly, the train stopped. “Why are we stopping? We can’t be there yet.” You spoke. The lights flickered. “What’s going on?” Harry shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe we’ve broken down.”

The red-haired boy placed an hand on the window gulping. “There's something moving out there.. I think.. Someone’s getting aboard!” Suddenly, the window started to freeze under the boy’s hand. Crookshanks started to growl and Scabbers quickly hid under his owner’s jacket. The sleeping man didn’t seem to move..