The Next Morning they all headed down to breakfast where Mr Weasley  and Mr Diggory were talking about the things that happened in their offices. Mrs Weasley  and Mrs Diggory were telling Ginny and Hermione about a love potion they made when they were younger. The four of them were rather giggly.

"What were you saying?" Ron asked Harry and Andy as they sat down.

 "Later," Andy muttered as Percy stormed in. Harry had no chance to speak to Ron, Andy or Hermione in the chaos of leaving; they were too busy heaving all their trunks down the Leaky Cauldron's narrow staircase and piling them up near the door, with Hedwig and Hermes,Percy's screech owl, perched on top in their cages. A small wickerwork basket stood beside the heap of trunks, spitting loudly. 

"It's all right, Aster, Crookshanks" Andra cooed through the wickerwork. 

"You named it Aster?" asked Hermione

"No its Asteroid, but yes Aster" Andy replied with a smile

 "We'll let you out on the train." Hermione said to the cats

"You won't," snapped Ron. "What about poor Scabbers, eh?"He pointed at his chest, where a large lump indicated that Scabbers was curled up in his pocket.Mr. Weasley, who had been outside waiting for the Ministry cars, stuck his head inside, took Harry with him

"Come on Andy" Mr Diggory said.  He and Andy went across the short stretch of pavement toward the first of two old-fashioned dark green cars, each of which was driven by a furtive-looking wizard wearing a suit of emerald velvet. "In you get, Andy" said Mr. Diggory, glancing up and down the crowded street. She got into the back of the car and was shortly joined by Harry, Hermione, Ron, and, to Ron's disgust, Percy. They reached King's Cross with twenty minutes to spare; the Ministry drivers found them trolleys,unloaded their trunks, touched their hats in salute to Mr. Weasley and Mr Diggory and drove away, somehow managing to jump to the head of an unmoving line at the traffic lights. Mr. Weasley kept close to Harry's elbow all the way into the station."Right then," Mr Diggory said, glancing around them. "Let's do this in pairs, as there are so many of us. I'll go through first with Andy." Mr. Diggory strolled toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten, pushing Andy's trolley and apparently very interested in the Inter City 125 that had just arrived at platform nine. With a meaningful look at Andy, he leaned casually against the barrier. Andy imitated him. In a moment, they had fallen sideways through the solid metal onto platform nine and three-quarters and looked up to see the Hogwarts Express, ascarlet steam engine, puffing smoke over a platform packed with witches and wizards seeing their children onto the train. Mr Weasley and Harry suddenly appeared behind Andy. They were panting and had apparently taken the barrier at a run. Soon came Percy and Ginny

 "Ah, there's Penelope!" said Percy, smoothing his hair and going pink again. Andy caught Ginny's eye, and they both turned away to hide their laughter as Percy strode over to a girl with long, curly hair, walking with his chest thrown out so that she couldn't miss his shiny badge.Once the remaining Weasleys, Diggory's and Hermione had joined them, Harry and Ron led the way to the end of the train, past packed compartments, to a carriage that looked quite empty. They loaded the trunks onto it, stowed Hedwig, Asteroid and Crookshanks in the luggage rack, then went back outside to say good-bye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Mr and Mrs Diggory. Mrs. Weasley  and Mrs Diggory kissed all their children, then Hermione, and finally, they said to Harry,

"Do take care, won't you, Harry?" said Catherine hugging Harry and rubbing his back," Molly and I made sandwiches for all of you, so do eat, and tell Andy to look after Aster, because the last time she took a cat into her hands she made all the fur vanish" she said as they straightened up, her eyes oddly bright. Harry stifled a laugh at that. Andy, who eavesdropped,  scowled. Then Mrs Weasley opened her enormous handbag and said, 

"We've made you all sandwiches. . . . Here you are, Ron . . . no, they're not corned beef. . . .Fred? Where's Fred? Here you are, dear. . . ." She continued, whes suddenly, Mr. Weasley took Harry by the arm and took him somewhere. Andy could have, she would have gone to investigate, but not when Cedric, her brother took her hand and said,

"Dad wants to speak to you about some-" but he was cut off by Catherine Diggory

"Ced, I think I saw Alex and Anne somewhere, why don't you go and check" She said. After Cedric left cheerfully she said, "Andy, Come with me for a second, I have to tell you something,"

"What mum?" Andy asked.

"Just- ju- Come with me" Catherine replied. When they got to a corner she said quietly, "Andy, y-you know Sirius Black, right?"

"Yeah, of course mum, he was on the Daily Prophet" Andy replied, suspiciously.

"Well Andy, He is after Harry. And I want you to be on track of everything, Everything happening. clear?" Catherine said.

"Why do you want me to be on track of everything-"

"Because, He might be after you as well, since you are Harry's Best friend" Catherine cut Andy off.

"But what about Ron and Hermione?

"They'll be alright-" But Catherine was cut off by Amos Diggory

"Kate, The train is going" he said. Catherine looked behind and turned to Andy again.

"Listen Andy, I need you to be safe. Please" She pleaded. "And that mean you cannot go to the Forbidden Forest again. You cannot go the Hogwarts Underground tunnel again. Please to not put yourself in danger"

"Catherine! The trains is-" Molly Weasley called

"Coming Molly! Andy-"

"I will be safe mum. No need to panic, Now I need to go the train" Andy resurred her mother and left to get on the train. She was met by Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Andy! where have you been? We've been looking all over the-" Hermione started.

"Not now Hermione! Anyway, I need to talk to you in private," Andy muttered to Ron, Harry and Hermione as the train picked up speed. 

"Go away, Ginny," said Ron. 

"Oh, that's nice," said Ginny huffily, and she stalked off. Harry, Andy, Ron and Hermione set off down the corridor, looking for an empty compartment, but all were full except for the one at the very end of the train. This had only one occupant, a man sitting fast asleep next to the window. Harry, Ron, Andy and Hermione checked on the threshold. The Hogwarts Express was usually reserved for students and they had never seen an adult there before, except for the witch who pushed the food cart. The stranger was wearing an extremely shabby set of wizard's robes that had been darned in several places. He looked ill and exhausted. Though quite young, his light brown hair was flecked with gray.

"Who d'you reckon he is?" Ron hissed as they sat down and slid the door shut, taking the seats farthest away from the window

."Professor R. J. Lupin," whispered Hermione at once.

"How d'you know that?"

"It's on his case," Andy replied, pointing at the luggage rack over the man's head, where there was a small, battered case held together with a large quantity of neatly knotted string. The name 'Professor R. J. Lupin' was stamped across one corner in peeling letters.

"Wonder what he teaches?" said Ron, frowning at Professor Lupin's pallid profile.

 "That's obvious," whispered Hermione. "There's only one vacancy, isn't there? Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry, Ron, Andy and Hermione had already had two Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, both of whom had lasted only one year. There were rumors that the job was jinxed. 

"Well, I hope he's up to it," said Ron doubtfully. "He looks like one good hex would finish him off, doesn't he? Anyway . . ." He turned to Harry and Andy."What were you going to tell us?" Harry explained all about Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's argument and the warning Mr. Weasley had just given him. Andy explained about the lecture her mum had given her. When they finished, Ron looked thunderstruck, and Hermione had her hands over her mouth. She finally lowered them to say, 

"Sirius Black escaped to come after you? Oh, Harry . . .you'll have to be really, really careful. Don't go looking for trouble, Harry—" 

"I don't go looking for trouble," said Harry, nettled. "Trouble usually finds him." Andy finished.

"How thick would Harry have to be, to go looking for a nutter who wants to kill him? And why on earth would it effect Andy?" asked Ron shakily. They were taking the news worse than Harry had expected. Both Ron and Hermione seemed to be much more frightened of Black than they were.

"No one knows how he got out of Azkaban," said Ron uncomfortably. 

"No one's ever done it before. And he was a top-security prisoner too." Andy said 

"But they'll catch him, won't they?" said Hermione earnestly. "I mean,they've got all the Muggles looking out for him too. . . ." 

"What's that noise?" said Ron suddenly .A faint, tinny sort of whistle was coming from somewhere. They looked all around the compartment. 

"It's coming from your trunk, Harry," said Andy, standing up and reaching into the luggage rack. A moment later she had pulled the Pocket Sneakoscope out from between Harry's robes. It was spinning very fast in the palm of her hand and glowing brilliantly. 

"Is that a Sneakoscope?" said Hermione interestedly, standing up for a better look. 

"Yeah . . . mind you, it's a very cheap one," Ron said. "It went haywire just as I was tying it to Errol's leg to send it to Harry." 

"Were you doing anything untrustworthy at the time?" said Hermione suspiciously. "No! Well . . . I wasn't supposed to be using Errol. You know he's not really up to long journeys . . . but how else was I supposed to get Harry's present to him?" 

"Stick it back in the trunk," Harry advised as the Sneakoscope whistled piercingly, "or it'll wake him up." He nodded toward Professor Lupin. Andy stuffed the Sneakoscope into a particularly horrible pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks, which deadened the sound, then closed the lid of the trunk on it.

"We could get it checked in Hogsmeade," said Ron."They sell that sort of thing in Dervish and Banges, magical instruments and stuff. Fred and George told me." 

"Do you know much about Hogsmeade?" asked Hermione keenly. "I've read it's the only entirely non-Muggle settlement in Britain —" 

"Yeah, I think it is," said Ron in an offhand sort of way, "but that's not why I want to go. I just want to get inside Honeydukes!"

 "What's that?" said Hermione.

"It's this sweet shop," said Ron, a dreamy look coming over his face,"where they've got everything. . . . Pepper Imps — they make you smoke at the mouth — and great fat Choco Balls full of strawberry mousse and clotted cream, and really excellent sugar quills, which you can suck in class and just look like you're thinking what to write next —"

 "But Hogsmeade's a very interesting place, isn't it? In Sites of Historical Sorcery it says the inn was the headquarters fort he 1612 goblin rebellion, and the Shrieking Shack's supposed to be the most severely haunted building in Britain —" Hermione said as Andy facepalmed as the two were babbling like an old couple.

"— and massive sherbet balls that make you levitate a few inches off the ground while you're sucking them," said Ron, who was plainly not listening to a word Hermione was saying. Hermione looked around at Harry.

" Won't it be nice to get out of school for a bit and explore Hogsmeade?" 

"'Spect it will," said Harry heavily. "You'll have to tell me when you've found out." 

"What d'you mean?" said Ron. 

"I can't go. The Dursleys didn't sign my permission form, and Fudge wouldn't either." 

Andy Looked down and said "I also can't go you know how mum is very overprotective of me and Ceddy. I suppose Aquila or Regulus would try and find a way i'm pretty sure Anna, Alex and Rolf won't do it as they're too over protective of- " 

"Whos Dorea and Alphard ?" Ron cut Andy off ans asked.

"They're Cedric and my friends Remember? Dorea Rosier, Aquila Rosier, Regulus Rosier, Cordelia Rosier, Annabelle Walker, Alexandra Walker and Rolf Scamander At least Cordelia your herbology partner last year ?"

"Oh all right- wait- Rosier? as in-" Ron asked Andy.

"No, before anything they are NOT bad" Andy cut Ron off, sternly.

"Whatever"

Hermione was fumbling with the straps of Asteroid and Crookshanks' basket as she spoke."Don't let that thing out!" Ron said, but too late; Crookshanks leapt lightly from the basket, stretched, yawned, and sprang onto Ron's knees; the lump in Ron's pocket trembled and he shoved Crookshanks angrily away."Get out of here!" while Aster quietly went to her Mistress' lap. 

"Ron, don't!" said Hermione angrily.

Ron was about to answer back when Professor Lupin stirred. They watched him apprehensively, but he simply turned his head the other way, mouth slightly open, and slept on. The Hogwarts Express moved steadily north and the scenery outside the window became wilder and darker while the clouds overhead thickened. People were chasing backward and forward past the door of their compartment. Crookshanks had now settled in an empty seat playing with a wool ball with Asteroid, his squashed face turned toward Ron, his yellow eyes on Ron's top pocket.At one o'clock, the plump witch with the food cart arrived at the compartment door."D'you think we should wake him up?" Ron asked awkwardly, nodding toward Professor Lupin. 

"He looks like he could do with some food." Hermione approached Professor Lupin cautiously."Er — Professor?" she said. "Excuse me — Professor?"He didn't move.

 "Don't worry, dear," said the witch as she handed Harry a large stack of Cauldron Cakes. "If he's hungry when he wakes, I'll be up front with the driver." 

"I suppose he is asleep?" said Andy quietly as the witch slid the compartment door closed. "I mean — he hasn't died, has he?"

"No, no, he's breathing," whispered Hermione, taking the Cauldron Cake Harry passed her. He might not be very good company, but Professor Lupin's presence in their compartment had its uses. Mid afternoon, just as it had started to rain, blurring the rolling hills outside the window, they heard footsteps in the corridor again, and their three least favorite people appeared at the door: Draco Malfoy, flanked by his cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Malfoy, who had a pale, pointed,sneering face, was in Slytherin House. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to exist to do Malfoy's bidding. They were both wide and musclely; Crabbe was taller, with a pudding-bowl haircut and a very thick neck; Goyle had short, bristly hair and long, gorilla-ish arms.

"Well, look who it is," said Malfoy in his usual lazy drawl, pulling open the compartment door. "Potty and the Weasel."Crabbe and Goyle chuckled trollishly."I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer, Weasley," said Malfoy. "Did your mother die of shock?"Ron stood up so quickly he knocked Crookshanks' basket to the floor. Harry stood up incase he needed to hold Ron back from punching Malfoy. Professor Lupin gave a snort."Who's that?" said Malfoy, taking an automatic step backward as he spotted Lupin.

"New teacher," Andy sassed, who got to her feet, too, in case she too needed to hold Ron back. "What were you saying, Malfoy?" Malfoy's pale eyes narrowed; he wasn't fool enough to pick a fight right under a teacher's nose.

"C'mon" he muttered resentfully to Crabbe and Goyle, and they disappeared.Nova and Ron sat down again, Ron massaging his knuckles.

"I'm not going to take any crap from Malfoy this year," he said angrily. "I mean it. If he makes one more crack about my family, I'm going to get hold of his head and —"Ron made a violent gesture in midair.

"Ron," hissed Hermione, pointing at Professor Lupin, "be careful . . ."But Professor Lupin was still fast asleep. The rain thickened as the train sped yet farther north; the windows were now a solid, shimmering gray, which gradually darkened until lanterns flickered into life all along the corridors and over the luggage racks. The train rattled, the rain hammered, the wind roared, but still, Professor Lupin slept

."We must be nearly there," said Ron, leaning forward to look past Professor Lupin at the now completely black window. The words had hardly left him when the train started to slow down."Great," said Ron, getting up and walking carefully past Professor Lupin to try and see outside. "I'm starving. I want to get to the feast. . . ."

"We can't be there yet," said Hermione, checking her watch.

"So why're we stopping?" asked Andy. The train was getting slower and slower. As the noise of the pistons fell away, the wind and rain sounded louder than ever against the windows. Harry, who was nearest the door, got up to look into the corridor. All along the carriage, heads were sticking curiously out of their compartments. The train came to a stop with a jolt, and distant thuds and bangs told them that luggage had fallen out of the racks. Then, without warning, all the lamps went out and they were plunged into total darkness.

"What's going on?" said Ron's voice from behind Harry.

"Ouch!" gasped Hermione. "Ron, that was my foot!"

"D'you think we've broken down?"

"The Hogwarts express NEVER breaks down if it does they'll use Reparo. . ." Said Andy. There was a squeaking sound, and Andy saw the dim black outline of Ron,wiping a patch clean on the window and peering out.

"There's something moving out there," Ron said. "I think people are coming aboard. . . ."The compartment door suddenly opened and someone fell painfully over Andy's leg.

"Sorry — d'you know what's going on? — Ouch — sorry —"

"Hullo, Neville," said Harry.

"Harry? Is that you? What's happening?"

"No idea — sit down —"There was a loud hissing and a yelp of pain; Neville had tried to sit on Crookshanks or Asteroid.

"I'm going to go and ask the driver what's going on," came Andy's voice.   the door slid open again, and then a thud and two loud squeals of pain.

"Who's that?"

"Who's that?" 

"Ginny?"

"Hermione?"

"Donkey?" Asked Andy trying to lighten the mood. But no one took notice of her.

"What are you doing?" 

"I was looking for Ron —"

"Come in and sit down —"

"Not here!" said someone. "I'm here!"

"Ouch!" said Neville.

"Quiet!" said a hoarse voice

"Ahhh, at last The Sleeping Beauty woke up" Said Andy sarcastically.

Professor Lupin appeared to have woken up at last. None of them spoke. There was a soft, crackling noise, and a shivering light filled the compartment. Professor Lupin appeared to be holding a handful of flames.They illuminated his tired, gray face, but his eyes looked alert and wary."Stay where you are," he said in the same hoarse voice, and he got slowly to his feet with his handful of fire held out in front of him.But the door slid slowly open before Lupin could reach it.Standing in the doorway, illuminated by the shivering flames in Lupin's hand, was a cloaked figure that towered to the ceiling. Its face was completely hidden beneath its hood. 

Andy's eyes darted sideways and saw the thing going for Harry. She couldn't move. She suddenly felt dizzy, then she felt someone grabbing on to her. She shook, alot.  After what it seemed like hours for Andy, she woke up. To see Ginny crying, Ron shivering, Neville dumbstruck and Hermione looking like she's seen the dead wake up. And at last she saw Harry looking dead.

"Harry?" Andy asked startled.

"Andra! you woke up! are you alright?" asked Professor Lupin.

"Yes Professor, oh and please call me Andy" Andy said. "What happened to Harry?"

"Oh he- The Dementor, it tried to eat Harry's soul" Professor Lupin said. He, seeing Andy's horrified look said, "Oh no, I mean he tried to kiss Harry" 

"He will be fine, right?" Hermione asked

"Yes, of course he'll wake up soon" Lupin ressured Hermione

"But we can't wait. He has to wake up." said Andy. After some great thinking she said, "Imma slap him"

Hermione whipped her head at Andy and said, "NO! we can't just slap him!"

But Andy being Andy did.

"W-what?"Harry opened his eyes the  and the floor was shaking. He had slid out of his seat onto the floor. Ron, Andy and Hermione  were kneeling next to him, and above them Neville and Ginny were watching. Ron, Andy and Hermione heaved him back onto his seat.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked nervously.

"Yeah," said Harry, looking quickly toward the door. "What happened? Where's that — that thing? Who screamed?"

"No one screamed," said Andy, more nervously still. Harry looked around the bright compartment

."But I heard screaming —"

"Are you sure you weren't hallucinating?" Andy asked suspiciously

"I don't think so.." Harry mumbled "But, where's Professor Lupin?"

"Oh He's-"A loud snap made them all jump. Professor Lupin was breaking an enormous slab of chocolate into pieces.

"Here," he said to Harry, handing him a particularly large piece. "Eat it. It'll help."Harry took the chocolate but didn't eat it.

"What was that thing?"

 he asked Lupin."A dementor," said Lupin, who was now giving chocolate to everyone else."One of the dementors of Azkaban."Everyone stared at him. Professor Lupin crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapper and put it in his pocket."Eat," he repeated. "It'll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me . . ."He strolled past Harry and disappeared into the corridor.

"Are you sure you're okay, Harry?" said Hermione, watching Harry anxiously.

"I don't get it. . . . What happened?" said Harry, wiping more sweat off his face.

"Well — that thing — the dementor — stood there and looked around (I mean, I think it did, I couldn't see its face) — and you — you —"

"I thought you were having a fit or something," said Andy, who still looked scared. "You went sort of rigid and fell out of your seat and started twitching—"

"And Professor Lupin stepped over you, and walked toward the dementor,and pulled out his wand," said Hermione.

"and he said, 'None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go.' But the dementor didn't move, so Lupin muttered something, and a silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it turned around and sort of glided away. . . ." continued Andy

"It was horrible," said Neville, in a higher voice than usual. "Did you feel how cold it got when it came in?"

"I felt weird," said Ron, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably. "Like I'd never be cheerful again." Ginny, who was huddled in her corner looking nearly as bad as Harry felt, gave a small sob;  Andy went over and put a comforting arm around her.

."But didn't any of you — fall off your seats?" said Harry awkwardly.

"No," said Ron, looking anxiously at Harry again. "Andy was shaking like mad, though." Professor Lupin had come back. He paused as he entered, looked around,and said, with a small smile, 

"I haven't poisoned that chocolate, you know. . . ."Harry took a bite. "We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes," said Professor Lupin. "Are you all right, Harry?". 

"Fine," Harry muttered, embarrassed. They didn't talk much during the remainder of the journey.  Professor Lupin was staring at Andy with great interest though. At long last, the train stopped at Hogsmeade station, and there was a great scramble to get outside; owls hooted, cats meowed, and Neville's pet toad croaked loudly from under his hat. It was freezing on the tiny platform; rain was driving down in icy sheets.

"Firs' years this way!" called a familiar voice. Harry, Ron, Nova and Hermione turned and saw the gigantic outline of Hagrid at the other end of the platform,beckoning the terrified-looking new students forward for their traditional journey across the lake."All righ', you four?" Hagrid yelled over the heads of the crowd. They waved at him, but had no chance to speak to him because the mass of people around them was shunting them away along the platform. Harry, Ron, Andy and Hermione followed the rest of the school along the platform and out onto around the mud track, where at least a hundred stagecoaches awaited there maining students, each pulled, Andy could only assume, by an invisible horse, because when they climbed inside and shut the door, the coach set off all by itself, bumping and swaying in procession.The coach smelled faintly of mold and straw. Ron, Andy and Hermione kept looking at Harry sideways, ast hough frightened he might collapse again. As the carriage trundled toward a pair of magnificent wrought iron gates,flanked with stone columns topped with winged boars, Andy saw two more towering, hooded dementors, standing guard on either side. A wave of cold sickness threatened to engulf her again; she leaned back into the lumpy seat and closed her eyes until they had passed the gates. The carriage picked up speed on the long, sloping drive up to the castle; Hermione was leaning out of the tiny window, watching the many turrets and towers draw nearer. At last,the carriage swayed to a halt, and Hermione and Ron got out.As Harry stepped down, a drawling, delighted voice sounded in his ear.

"You fainted, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? You actually fainted?"Malfoy elbowed past Hermione to block Harry's way up the stone steps to the castle, his face gleeful and his pale eyes glinting maliciously.

"Shove off, Malfoy," said Ron, whose jaw was clenched.

"Did you faint as well, Weasley?" said Malfoy loudly. "Did the scary old dementor frighten you too, Weasley?"

"Is there a problem?" said a voice. Professor Lupin. Malfoy gave Lupin a pointed look and said-

"N-No" he said sarcastically, which Lupin ignored and said—

 "Then you have no business here." and went

Hermione prodded Ron in the back to make him hurry, and the four of them joined the crowd swarming up the steps, through the giant oak front doors, into the cavernous entrance hall, which was lit with flaming torches,and housed a magnificent marble staircase that led to the upper floors.The door into the Great Hall stood open at the right; Harry followed the crowd toward it, but had barely glimpsed the enchanted ceiling, which was black and cloudy tonight, when a voice called,

 "Potter! Granger!I want to see you two!"Harry and Hermione turned around, surprised. Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor House, was calling over the heads of the crowd.  She was a stern-looking witch who wore her hair in a tight bun; her sharp eyes were framed with square spectacles. Professor McGonagall had a way of making anyone feel that they must have done something wrong."There's no need to look so worried — I just want a word in my office," she told them. "Move along there, Weasley, Diggory ."Andy and Ron gaped as Professor McGonagall ushered Harry and Hermione away from the chattering crowd. Ron scowled and went.

"Andy!" Andy heard someone calling her name. she turned around to see Cedric, Rolf, Anna and Alex waiting for her  at the Hufflepuff table.

"Anna! Alex! Rolf! how are you!" Andy went and hugged each of them. Cedric gasped.

"My own sister doesn't care about her own brother" Andy and the others laughed at Cedric's dramatism. 

"So, anything new?" asked Andy.

"Oh,oh,oh! I've got news" said Rolf. The group looked at him with great interest. "Grandma and Aunt Queenie took us to America! We-

"Did you see the giant Ukrainian Ironbelly?" Alex interrupted. You see, Anna and Alex were from America. They were students of Ilvermorny. but they were expelled. The group talked about their summer until The Sorting started. Andy quickly went to the Gryffindor table

"Andy, I think I saw Harry and Hermione there" Ron said suddenly. Andy turned her head around and saw Harry and Hermione with Professor Mcgonnagall. She smiled.

"Oh," said Hermione softly, as she and Harry reached the Gryffindor table "we've missed the Sorting!" Professor McGonagall strode off toward her empty seat at the staff table. Harry and Hermione sat down on either side of Ron and Andy who had saved them seats.

"What was all that about?" Andy muttered to Harry. Harry started to explain in a whisper, but at that moment Professor Dumbledore stood up to speak, and he broke off.

"Welcome!" said Dumbledore, the candlelight shimmering on his beard. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all,and as one of them is very serious, I think it best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast. . . ." Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued, "As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some of the dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business." He paused, and Andy remembered what her Mum had said about Dumbledore not being happy with the dementors guarding the school. "They are stationed at every entrance to the grounds," Dumbledore continued, "and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises — or even Invisibility Cloaks," he added blandly, and Harry, Ron and Andy glanced at each other. Andy had a mischievous glint in her eyes that only Professor Mcgonnagal and Lupin remembered. "It is not in the nature of a dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and everyone of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl,to make sure that no student runs afoul of the dementors," he said. Percy, who was sitting a few seats down from Nova, puffed out his chest again and stared around impressively But no one took notice. Dumbledore paused again; he looked very seriously around the hall, and nobody moved or made a sound."On a happier note," he continued, "I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year. First, Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."There was some scattered, rather unenthusiastic applause. 

"YAY! GO MR CHOCOLATE MAN"  yelled Andy

"Miss Diggory do not call him Mr. Chocolate man, he has a name you know." said Mcgonagall. Andy scowled

 Professor Lupin looked particularly shabby next to all the other teachers in their best robes."Look at Snape!" Ron hissed. Professor Snape, the Potions master, was staring along the staff table at Professor Lupin. It was common knowledge that Snape wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, but even Andy, who loathed Snape, was startled at the expression twisting his thin, sallow face. It was beyond anger: It was loathing. 

"As to our second new appointment," Dumbledore continued as the lukewarm applause for Professor Lupin died away. "Well, I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs.However, I am delighted to say that his place will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties."Harry, Ron, Andy and Hermione stared at one another, stunned. Then they joined in with the applause, which was tumultuous at the Gryffindor table in particular. Andy leaned forward to see Hagrid, who was ruby-red in the face and staring down at his enormous hands, his wide grin hidden in the tangle of his blackbeard.

"We should've known!" Ron roared, pounding the table. 

"Well, Who else would have assigned us a biting book?"Continued Andy. Harry, Ron, Nova and Hermione were the last to stop clapping, and as Professor Dumbledore started speaking again, they saw that Hagrid was wiping his eyes on the tablecloth.

"Well, I think that's everything of importance," said Dumbledore. "Let the feast begin!"

"Professor wait!" Called Andy. the hall became silent. "I, Andra Diggory, have something very extremely important to tell." she ignored the shouts she was getting from Mcgonagall and Cedric and climbed on to the table. "Some people in here do not like the fact that Muggle-borns and Half-Bloods exists. And those are Prejudiced Pureblood maniacs. I'm talking about you Albino Ferret and Pug Face." the hall was filled with laughter. Even the ghost were laughing. "If i hear ANYONE of you calling Hermione Granger, The Wasleys and ANY OTHER MUGGLE-BORN OR WHAT YOU LOT CALL BLOOD-TRAITORS, YOU. ARE. DEAD" and she sat back on her seat "Oh and Minmin I'll see you again on Wednesdays and Thursdays for detention, Thank you." 

"Um, thank you Miss Diggory. Let the feast begin" said Dumbledore and the golden plates and goblets before them filled suddenly with food and drink. It was a delicious feast; the hall echoed with talk, laughter, and the clatter of knives and forks. Harry, Ron, Andy and Hermione, however, were eager for it to finish so that they could talk to Hagrid. They knew how much being made a teacher would mean to him. Hagrid wasn't a fully qualified wizard; he had been expelled from Hogwarts in his third year for a crime he had not committed. It had been Harry, Ron ,Andy and Hermione who had cleared Hagrid's name last year. At long last, when the last morsels of pumpkin tart had melted from the golden platters, Dumbledore gave the word that it was time for them all to go to bed, and they got their chance.

"Congratulations, Hagrid!" Hermione squealed as they reached the teachers' table.

"All down ter' you three, great man, Dumbledore. bin' a teacher is me dream! came straight down to me hut after Professor Kettleburn saidhe'd had enough. . . . It's what I always wanted.. "Overcome with emotion, he buried his face in his napkin, and ProfessorMcGonagall shooed them away. 

Harry, Ron, Andy and Hermione joined the Gryffindors streaming up the marblestaircase and, very tired now, along more corridors, up more and more stairs,to the hidden entrance to Gryffindor Tower. A large portrait of a fat lady in apink dress asked them, "Password?" 

"Coming through, coming through!" Percy called from behind the crowd."The new password's 'Fortuna Major'!" 

"Oh no," said Neville Longbottom sadly. He always had troubleremembering the passwords.Through the portrait hole and across the common room, the girls and boysdivided toward their separate staircases. Andy climbed the spiral stair with nothought in her head except how glad she was to be back. They reached theirfamiliar, circular dormitory with its five four-poster beds, for her, Hermione, Lavender and Parvati. Andy fell on the bed, soon, she was fast asleep.

E.Notes

I JUST CANNNOT WAIT UNTIL THEY-

Minnie- Shut up! you are giving them a hint! stop spoiling your book!

Me- Alright Minmin.

Minnie- Don't call me- fine I am going.

Me- *mouth open like a fish* 

Me- AnYgAyS, 

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Love,

Estella