Chapter 3

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Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy okay. CHAPTER 3! :) ENJOY!

"Harry... Harry... Harry!" Harry woke up hearing someone calling his name.

"Mmmh?" He said.

"Thank god you're okay!" Hermior shrieked hugging him tightly. Harry looked up to see Ron watching him worriedly and Alissa sitting really close to the wall, her legs folded against her torso. The sleeping man, who was now awake smiled at him.

"What happened?" He asked. They all smiled at him but Alissa stayed quiet, staring at the opposite wall.

"Dementor, the guardians of Azkaban." The man said.

"What were they doing here?" Harry asked a bit dumbfounded.

"Searching for Black, after you passed out, he used a weird spell and told them that no one was hiding Black under their cloaks." Ron said gesturing the men. Alissa tensed up a bit as Ron spoke of Black. But so did Hermione, he was a mass murderer on the loose after all. The man took out something of his pocket and handed a bit of it to everyone. It was brown and smelled sweet. Harry just stared at it.

"Don't worry, it's just chocolate. Eat some, you'll feel better." The man said. Harry took a small bite and felt warmth spread accross his body. The man got up and Alissa quickly got ut too.

"Make sure to finish it," He said. "Now if you'll all excuse me, I've got to tell something to the driver."

"I'll go with you Dyadya!" Alice said quickly. And like that, they were gone.

"Dyadya?" Harry asked.

"She called him like that before you woke up, maybe it's a nickname she uses for him?" Hermione said.

"Oh." Harry said.

"Er... Have any of you fainted too?" Harry asked.

"No. But I felt like I was never going to be happy again. Like someone had removed all the cheerfulness of the world." Ron said and Hermione nodded in agreement.

"I think Alissa was going to. She became so tensed up I think she even stoped breathing." Hermione said. They spent the rest of the trainride in silence though Hermione kept looking at the compartment door's window, probably to see if Alissa was coming back. But she didn't.

As they walked through the doors of the great hall a drawling voice made Harry ball up his fists together.

"Potter! Potter! You fainted? I mean, you actually fainted?" Draco Malfoy yelled, making sure everyone around him heard it.

"Just ignore him Harry." Hermione said as they walked away. They all sat down and Harry looked over the Slytherin table. As on cue, Malfoy and his goons all started to immitate him fainting. The sorting began and as the number of first year reduced, they noticed Alissa standing a bit taller than the others. Soon she was standing there all alone and Dumbledore stood up and began his usual annual speech.

"Welcome!" said Dumbledore. "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. 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 and Ron glanced at each other. "It is not in the nature of a Dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look tothe prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs afoul of the Dementors," He continued and Harry noticed that Percy looked around him very proudly, he had been named Headboy. "On a happier note," he continued, "I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year. He paused, smilling at the students.

"First, Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Harry, Hermione and Rom clapped loudly but they seemed to be the only ones. The rest of the clapping seemed cold an distand. Lupin looked a bit mismatched wearing his shabby clothes. The other professors were all dressed in their best robes, making him look even more ridiculous.

"Secondly, 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." The whole Hall exploded in applause, the Gryffindor table being the loudest. The Slytherin however did not clap. Hagrid beamed and Harry couldn't be happier for him. Hagrid had always loved animals, it was only fair for him to be the new Care of Magical Creatures Professor. Dumbledore sent a warm smile towards Alissa but Harry didn't see her reaction, since she was not facing him.

"Also, a first for Hogwarts, we will be greeting a new student this year. Now don't let prejudice get the best of you and please welcome our new student and fellow classmate, Alissa Black!" He announced. The Hall was dead silent. Everyone watched Alissa with either wide eyes or moutsh wide opened. Or both. Harry couldn't believe it. Black? As in Sirius Black, who killed twelve muggle and a wizard? And worst of all, who killed his own wife? Was this some kind of joke? But now that he thought of it, she did resemble her father. Maybe that was why she looked familiar, Sirius Black's picture was everywhere since his escape, even the muggles knew about him. Harry suddenly regreted having been nice to her. They all watched in silence as Alissa walked to the stool, the sound of her steps echoing through the hall. When she sat down, McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on her head. After a minute or two, the Sorting Hat spoke up.

"GRYFFINDOR!" It said.

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By the way, "Dyadya" or "дядя" as we write it in Russian means "Uncle", Russian people use it when they are in the need to call someone that is unrelated to them, I think it's the equivalent for Mr for Americans and British.

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