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So, I was watching Order of the Pheonix, and as I do every time I watch the scene when they are learning the patronus, I was like 'HEEY! Where's Harry's stag?' I was miffed that the stag didn't get an appearance, so I'm giving him one here, for you lot.

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Everyone gathered round, eager to show Harry their hard work. He smiled, and nodded.

"Right – Ron, you first."

His best mate grinned, eyes shut, and yelled –

"Expecto patronum!"

A silvery terrier burst from the tip of his wand. It barked and galloped forwards, before becoming wispy and soon vanished. Ron sighed, but grinned as everyone clapped and whistled admiringly.

Harry clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"Hermione, you next."

She concentrated, pointing her wand, and whispered,

"Expecto patronum."

A spark, and then an otter twirled into the air. Several girls gasped at it, and Hermione smiled slightly, as it twisted midair and disappeared.

Ginny was next, and her horse reared and cantered about proudly.

Then came Luna, conjuring her silver hare.

Ernie's boar –

Seamus's fox –

"Can we see yours, Harry?" asked George, and all fell quiet.

Harry paused. Everyone was staring at him, eager to see for themselves the fabled stag patronus.

"Go on, mate," Fred grinned at him. "Just a quick look?"

Harry grinned. He pointed his wand, and everyone moved to give him room.

He closed his eyes. Waited for the perfect thought to appear.

He was leading a revolution, right under Umbridge's squashed nose – and she had no idea.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

At once came that glorious, exhilarated feeling, and from the tip of his wand, Prongs came forth, glowing and shimmering like liquid silver, tossing his antlers as he ran the length of the room.

Everyone gasped, staring at the stag.

Harry lowered his wand as Prongs turned and calmly walked back towards him, and he smiled, staring into the deep, grey eyes of the stag.

Prongs blinked.

The others had gone back to practicing their own patronus', and Harry stood observing them – Prongs by his side. The glowing creature watched, and looked at his conjuror.

Harry extended a hand towards the stag.

"May I?" he asked quietly, and the great stag bowed his antlered head, and Harry let his fingers drift over cool, translucent, silvery fur.

Some watched on, but Harry didn't care. This was the one way he could be with his own father.

Dumbledore was right.

Prongs rode always –

In Harry.

Prongs stayed with Harry that night, standing by his four-poster bed, watching silently as he leafed through his old photo album. He stared at the picture of his parents' wedding, with Sirius laughing, by his father's side.

Harry looked up at Prongs, who gazed back.

He knew the patronus felt his own fear of losing Sirius – his only remaining family – and ran a hand over the velvety fur.

"You at least, won't leave me, right?" he asked quietly.

Prongs came forward, and breathed over his head, blowing on his messy, jet black hair. His grey eyes never left Harry's green ones.

A distant memory stirred, and suddenly he was hearing words that Sirius had once spoken.

'But you know, the ones who love us never truly leave us. You can always find them... In here.'

The voice was different, a voice that Harry had always dreamed of hearing for himself, and Prongs gently placed his nose over Harry's heart.

'You can always find them... In here.'

Prongs blinked his soulful grey eyes, and Harry at last closed his own, mind at rest, falling into dreams of stags and grinning fathers.

And Prongs tossed his head, before disappearing, a silver glinting mist, into the night.

Dawww!

A bit sentimental, but wouldn't you be if your patronus took the animagus form of your dead father? Uh huh, yeah, thought so.

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