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"Come on, Gryffindor!" My voice cheered along with Ron, Hermione and rest of our House, as we were at the Quidditch grounds watching the match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. The hard cold rain began to shower on us, making it difficult to see the game clearly but I caught sight of Harry zooming towards the small golden glint of the Snitch high into the grey storm clouds. Within seconds, he vanished from the match as the roaring sounds of thunder were heard above. "You can do this, Harry." I softly spoke out, never taking my eyes away from the sky.

"Ron, do you see him anywhere?" Hermione asked him, as he had the binoculars wrapped over his neck and pressed against his face.

"No…wait!" He shouted out and my eyes faced his scared expression. I snapped my head back to the match and became frozen with fear. Harry somehow lost control of his broom and began tumbling from the sky unconscious.

"No." The words escaped from my lips, as I felt Hermione clutching on the sleeve of my drenched pink jacket while her other hand covered her mouth.

"Arresto Momentum!" The loud voice of the Headmaster called out, casting a wandless spell to save Harry from falling to his death. The spell slowed down Harry's fall several feet above the ground.

I rushed through the entrance of the Hospital Wing as Hermione and Ron followed behind me. We were joined with Ron's brothers, Fred and George, Seamus, Neville, Dean and a few others to see our friend.

"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron let out as he crowded around Harry's unconscious figure resting on top of the bed.

"Peaky?" George spoke out to his younger brother as Fred joined in.

"He fell over one hundred feet. Let's walk you off a tower and see what you look like." I heard him speaking to Ron, while my eyes noticed Harry's blue ones in front of me.

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does." His voice filled the room and gathered everyone's attention.

"How are you feeling?" I spoke to him first, voice filled with concern as I sat on the edge of his bed with Hermione sitting beside me.

"Oh. Brilliant." He responded with a soft grin and I wanted to return it, but I couldn't. Seeing him falling from the sky during the match earlier scared the crap out of me. I couldn't do anything to help him in that moment even I transfigured myself into a red-tail hawk I still couldn't save him. I was thankful Dumbledore acted quickly to save him. And when I found out it was the Dementors that caused Harry to fall off his broomstick and rendered him unconscious. It only made me angry. These Dementors were doing more harm to this school than trying to keep Black away.

"You gave us a good scare there, mate." George moved to the opposite side of the bed and handed Harry his glasses. After taking the glasses, he began to put them on and sat up slowly.

"What happened?" Harry let out, as Hermione and I stared at Ronald to volunteer an explanation and he did.

"Well, you fell off your broom." His voice was filled with concern because of the object bundled underneath a damp Gryffindor banner and Harry didn't seem to notice it.

"Really? I meant the match, who won?" Harry let out with a faint smirk and it surprised me that this boy just been attacked by Dementors, fell almost to his death, and all he cared about was the game. But then again, maybe he needed his memory refreshed.

"Well…" Ron began, his eyes lingering towards Hermione, who started to open her mouth to speak.

"No one blames you, Harry. Dementors aren't supposed to be on the grounds…" She looked at him softly before veering her eyes towards me to finish.

"Yeah, Dumbledore was completely furious and after he saved you, he sent them off." The words fell from my lips as his blue eyes were filled with discontent.

"There's something else you should know too. When you fell, your broom sort of blew into the Whomping Willow and well…" Before Ron could even make out the rest of his sentence, he unwrap the banner and revealed the broken remains of his Nimbus 2000, Harry's face became emotionless.

These Dementors were affecting him more than anyone else and Harry needed to defend himself against them. I knew there was one person who could teach him the Patronus charm and I needed to speak to Remus.

Harry's P.O.V:

Once I was discharged from the Hospital Wing and return to my classes, Professor Lupin returned to teach the class and apologized for the workload all of us had to do when Snape substituted. After Defence Against the Dark Arts, I immediately met up with Professor Lupin to convince him into teaching me the Patronus Charm, so I can fight against the Dementors. Amelia had tried to persuade me into asking her godfather because she was concerned at my sudden change of behavior.

"I'm sorry to hear about your broomstick. Is there no chance of fixing it?" I heard the professor's voice speaking to me as the two of us took an evening stroll through outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

"No. Professor, why do the Dementors affect me so? I mean more than everyone else?" My head moved up to look at him, as I wanted to know the answer.

"Listen. Dementors are the foulest creatures to walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory…until a person is left with absolutely nothing but his worst experiences, you are not weak, Harry. The Dementors affect you most because there are true horrors in your past. Horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. You have nothing to be ashamed of." As I heard Lupin explaining this to me, I felt deeply scared and I told him.

"I'm scared, Professor."

"I'd consider you a fool if you weren't." He gave out a light smile as I began to gain the courage to ask for his help.

"I need to know how to fight them. You could teach me. You made the one on the train go away." I refreshed his memory to the first time we met on our way to Hogwarts.

"There was only one that night." He pointed out and surely that was true.

"But you made it go away." I told him as we continued to walk.

"I don't pretend to be an expert, Harry. But as the Dementors seem to have developed an interest in you…" His words spoke out, as I felt Hedwig resting upon my shoulder and gently stroke his feathers and heard Lupin's answer. "Perhaps, I should teach you. After all, my goddaughter had asked me to help you defend against yourself against them and it would make her happy, but we'll begin after the holidays. For now I need to rest." He placed a warm grin on his face, mentioning Amelia to me as it put a smile on my face. I was very much looking forward to be taught after the Christmas break.

End P.O.V

Hope you liked this chapter! I'm sorry if it was short, I'll try to make it up with the next one about the Marauders' Map