CHAPTER 2 - THE ENCOUNTER

I felt dreadfully sad, seeing the grief around me. I'd hoped the meal Hagrid had announced would help everyone a bit. However, it was then I realised that it wasn't smoke. Scared, I looked above the kitchen Hagrid had come from…. There was a floating black figure in a gaping cloak. When Fred bent down to kiss Ginny again, he realised it wasn't Ginny who he was kissing.

"You're face feel like fabric," said Fred.

"That's not, my face," said Ginny. Looking up, Fred saw he was kissing the cloak of the deadly dementor. Panic reigned. Luna and Oliver fought the dementors until Luna successfully tired it with a stunning jinx giving the others time to get to the hiding spot. The dementor shook its head and left.

"They've never done that before, have they?" asked Draco.

"Never," Oliver answered.

"It didn't seem to detect us," murmured Luna.

"Can they not see?" I asked as I stumbled foolishly to my feet.

"We think they sense and take away happiness," Draco informed me.

"Grieving George saved our lives… Even in the grave, the fella is a champ," chuckled Fred tearfully. Fred hugged Ginny with a thoughtful happiness.