The group landed in the triage room of St. Mungo's emergency ward. They landed in a flurry of activity, all around them healers were rushing to and fro, and patients were bleeding, screaming, whimpering, and crying.
"Professor Snape!" A healer shouted from where he was working on a patient bleeding from a gaping shoulder wound above his heart. "We need HELP NOW!"
Severus jumped into action but first turned to Susan, "The patients sitting in the waiting room help them if you get consent." The words were sent rapid fire at her and Belladonna moved off to help Susan. Severus made his way to the healer who had shouted for him and was summoning potions as he went.
Harry, Daphne, Xavier, and Elizabeth Granger were left to fend for themselves in the chaos of the ward. Harry was looking for Hermione and her father but couldn't spot them through the people. Harry looked to Elizabeth Granger who was shaking and panicked looking and decided enough was enough.
Harry grabbed a passing healer by the robes the healer turned to protest but was silenced by Harry's look, "Hermione and David Granger where are they?" The healer looked blank and Harry growled sounding very much like Bay, "Teenage girl with crutiatus exposure and her father in critical condition. Came in through portkey."
The healer nodded, "They're still working on the father, no one but healers allowed in. The girl was healed and moved upstairs, third floor for treatment of the crutiatus." The healer said rapidly before Harry released him and he raced off.
"Xavier find Blaise and Evelyn, I'll take Mrs. Granger upstairs." Harry turned to Daphne, "Do you want to stay with your dad or come with me?"
Before Daphne could answer Xavier spoke, "Go with Harry, there's too many people in here." They nodded in agreement and Daphne took Mrs. Granger's hand and led her to the lift with Harry leading the way. Finally they got to a lift and took it up to the third floor in silence. The doors opened to the third floor which was still busy but not as crazy as the first floor. They moved over to the desk in the center where an apprentice healer was stationed.
"Where looking for Hermione Granger," Harry spoke and added without being prompted, "Her mother and friends," he gestured to Mrs. Granger and then himself and Daphne.
The apprentice nodded and came out from around the desk area, "I'm apprentice healer Clearwater. She was healed downstairs and then brought up for treatment of cruciatus exposure."
"Hermione's a muggleborn," Daphne interrupted.
"Ahh right. Mrs. Granger?" She turned towards Elizabeth Granger as they stopped in front of Hermione's room. "The cruciatus curse is one of the worst curses known to our kind and is generally called the torture curse. Unfortunately there is yet to be a potion made specifically to treat the curse. However we can treat some of its effects and luckily your daughter had only a very minute exposure. We gave her a potion to treat the after spasms and a dreamless sleep potion so she can sleep off the effects. We'll also monitor her for the next day after she wakes but she should have no ill effects from the curse."
"Thank you," Elizabeth spoke softly before going into the room and pulling up a chair next to her daughter and holding her hand. Harry and Daphne stayed outside giving her time and turned to the Apprentice Clearwater.
"What happened," Daphne asked?
Apprentice Clearwater looked shocked, "You mean you didn't come from Diagon Alley?"
"No, Hermione's home was attacked by death eaters. We don't know anything about the alley?"
"Diagon Alley was attacked by Death Eaters, Fenrir Greyback and his pack, well the wizards in it, and dementors. So far twenty are dead and fifty-seven have been kissed but injured are still coming in. The attack lasted for a half-hour, the aurors arrived ten minutes in to the battle but not enough came until about twenty minutes in. The most of the Death Eaters portkeyed out but Greyback and his pack, the Dementors, and the Carrows and Antonin Dolohov stayed and fought for awhile."
"You mean to tell me a handful of wizards held off our auror corps?" Harry asked shock written all over his face.
"Not exactly, about half of the whole known population of Great Britain's dementors was present at the Alley, around 200 hundred I think. Most of the aurors were combating the dementors, I said fifty-seven kissed but we have hundreds with exposure luckily only a small percent of those have bad reactions to the dementors." A light with off above a room down the hall a little ways off causing Apprentice Clearwater to say, "Excuse me but.
Daphne cut her off with a nod, "Of course, thank you for the information." Daphne turned to look at her husband and saw his clenched jaw and fists. She moved so she was in front of Harry and took his hands in hers and slowly got him to unclench his fists and wrap his arms around her. Harry sighed heavily as he calmed as Daphne ran her hands up and down his back.
"What is it," Daphne asked, "Besides the obvious."
"We need to find a way to take out the dementors more permanently then the patronus charm."
"Headmaster Flitwick might know where to start," Daphne said.
"I think also think we should have Mrs. Granger and Mr. Granger, if he survives, move into Grimmuald Place or into Potter Manor. She's going to be a target today proved that. Hermione's the only one of our friends that isn't protected at home."
"The Weasley's," Daphne pointed out quietly.
"Bill's a curse breaker," Harry said puzzled.
"I meant the other Weasley's," Harry stiffened in her arms, "The twins still live at home."
"They spend most of their time at Bill's and they're moving out at the end of the year," Harry growled. "Besides Bill won't leave his parents unprotected, no matter how far their heads; are up their arses."
"I wasn't suggesting they move in," Daphne chuckled, "I might kill Weasley Matriarch in that case, just making you aware of it. The Weasley's are pureblood but lost their family manor long ago and the protection that went with it."
"The Head Journals mention the family wards; the Potters' have layers and layers of wards. I'm supposed to add to them."
As they were speaking outside Hermione's room Xavier and Evelyn came up through the lift and on to the floor. Evelyn looked like she had been crying with red rimmed eyes and pulled both Daphne and Harry into a hug.
Xavier looked stone faced as his wife released them, "David Granger didn't make it. Splinters made it into the blood stream and into his heart."
Daphne turned into Harry's chest and started crying into him. Harry just wrapped her in his arms and held her as he buried his head in her neck calming him. He respected and genuinely like David Granger and was devastated for Hermione.
Mrs. Granger came out a moment later after seeing Xavier and Evelyn. At the looks on Daphne and Harry's faces she started shaking her head no. "Liz I'm so sorry but David, he didn't make it," Evelyn spoke quietly.
"No, no, he can't," Liz was sobbing and collapsed into Evelyn's arms. Liz sobbed into Evelyn while Evelyn made comforting noises for a few minutes before she spoke again, "I want to see him." She spoke quietly and looked back to her daughter still sleeping in her own hospital bed.
"We'll stay with 'Mione," Harry choked on the words a bit. Mrs. Granger looked over the two teens in front of her and smiled softly at the looks of caring on their faces. She reached out and squeezed Harry's arm as Evelyn and Xavier led her back towards the lift. Harry and Daphne went into the room and sat quietly next to the bed, Harry with his arm wrapped around Daphne's shoulders as she leaned into him.
They were alone for an hour or so before Tonks, Fedor, and Viktor arrived outside the door to Hermione's room. Viktor was dressed in quidditch fatigues that were soaked through and his short hair had flakes of snow in it. Viktor moved straight for the other side of Hermione's bed and looked at Harry for a diagnosis.
"She has some minor gashes and bruises from debris caused by the explosion to the wall of their house. Those have been healed but she was exposure to the curciatus curse by Bellatrix LeStrange," Harry said with bitterness lacing his voice. Viktor, Tonks, and Fedor sucked in a breath, the cruelty of the Lestrange families was well known all over the wizarding world. "She was only under the curse about a minute before I got there and intervened." Viktor nodded but his hands tightened into fists. "She's been treated and right now is under dreamless sleep while the potions work." Harry took a breath before finishing, "Her father died in the attack."
"We know, Xavier found us on our way up," Tonks said quietly.
"What happened after we left?" Daphne asked Tonks quietly. "We called in for a memory modifier and a few other aurors. The story the muggles think is a terrorist attack on their street. That was put down bravely by David Granger a former British Royal Marine and their neighborhood dentist. He did kill three including Emmerich Jugson, an inner circle death eater who's been on the run since the last war. There weren't any other notables there but I suspected Rabastan LeStrange was there given that Bellatrix was there. The other death eaters all of which two are dead were new recruits it looks like. The one that Sirius and Xavier captured was Chad Warrington," Tonks said with a look towards Harry who growled at the name and was about to punch the nearby wall but Daphne stopped him with a look. "The other Death Eater that we captured has been identified as Malachi Edgecombe, who's missing his wand arm, curtsey of Belladonna. They've been taken into custody and are being questioned by the unspeakbles."
"The Unspeakables?" Daphne questioned?
"Amelia authorized them to be present at interrogations, for intimidation and they have the according to Cadmus Hammer the best legimencers in the country. Kinda freaky when you think about the implications of that," Tonks said shaking her head.
"Did you bring Edgecombe here," Harry said with a growl.
"No," Tonks said with a glare towards Harry knowing where his thoughts were going. "We cauterized the wound and took them both straight to the Ministry holding cells." As Tonks finished talking the lift chimed again and out of the lift came Blaise with a distressed looking apprentice healer behind him.
"How's Mione?" Blaise asked immediately while ignoring the apprentice behind him. The left side of his face was bruised; he had only a beater on, and his left arm was in a sling. The upper part of his arm that was showing was black and blue and there was a large gauze bandage on his upper chest area on the left side. His friends smiled at him as he rolled his eyes at the healer behind him.
"Mr. Zabini you need to go back to your bed while the potion works," the apprentice said exasperatedly.
Blaise turned with fire in his eyes making the apprentice healer flinch back, "Look my friend," Blaise stopped and corrected himself, "family just lost her dad and will need her family's support! Have you ever lost a parent," Blaise asked sharply, "No? Well I have so I know. Now go bother someone who actually needs help."
The apprentice huffed and turned towards Tonks, "Give him this," she shoved a potion at Tonks and then stormed back to the lift.
"I hate hospitals," Blaise grumbled as he looked at the potion.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this," Tonks asked looking at the potion.
Harry held his hand out for the potion and once he had it opened it and sniffed, "SkinNit Potion. Madam Pomfrey's given me this a couple times. Were you awake when they gave you the last dose?"
"Yeah I was never unconscious, unfortunately," Blaise said rolling his shoulder a bit. "Gave me it about ten minutes ago."
"You really do need to sit down at least it's going to start working and it must be bad if she wants you to have another dose," Harry said and nodded towards Hermione's room, "She's sleeping so be quiet and she doesn't know yet." They all moved back into Hermione's room Tonks, Fedor, and Blaise taking a seat on couch in the corner of the room. Harry and Daphne moved two chairs from Hermione's bed over near the couch setting them so they could see the whole room but could comfortably talk quietly to the others.
"What did you get hit with Blaise?" Harry asked looking his friend over.
"It was silent but the healers suggested a reducto or bombarda from the damage pattern. Luckily I'm a lefty and had my arm up casting or I might be dead apparently." Blaise sighed before continuing, "I was focused on my illusion and the D.E. in front of me, bastard snuck up behind me. When do I have to take that nasty shite again oh potions' guru?"
They all chuckled a bit before Harry answered, "You got forty minutes." The group sat and watched over Hermione until after about an hour Xavier, Evelyn, Susan, and a red swollen faced Elizabeth entered the room again.
Xavier nodded to Harry indicating he wanted to talk in the hallway. Harry rose and moved his chair over next to Hermione opposite Viktor who had gotten up to give Mrs. Granger a hug. Viktor had spent some of the summer with the Grangers. Harry joined Xavier in the hall after smiling sadly at Mrs. Granger.
"Hadrian," Xavier started as they moved towards a lobby area on the floor. "I want you to take Daphne, Susan, and Blaise home to your Manor," Xavier gave Harry a look that stopped the impending argument. "I want you to pick up Astoria, Ginny, and Wile E. and bring them back to the Manor also if you don't mind." Xavier used Theo's marauder nickname as they were in public and Theo was considered a runaway. "We're including Belladonna are going to stay and help Elizabeth make arrangements and hopefully convince her to stay either at our manor, yours, or Grimmuald Place with Narcissa, preferably Grimmuald Place which is where Amelia is going to be staying after the election takes place. You can all come back in the morning to visit Hermione and help her through this but for now she's going to be sleeping until about noon the healer said."
"Fine," Harry said a bit mutinously.
"Hadrian," Xavier said a bit more sternly grabbing Harry's attention, "You are the only one, with the exception of Blaise, Wile E., and Draco two of who weren't at the battle, have dealt with turmoil in life. More importantly you are the only one to have killed someone before. Your friends, including Daphne will need you tonight once it sinks in. Evelyn already broke down once; take care of my little girl." Xavier pinned Harry with a piercing look and Harry's expression of defiance faded and he nodded at his father-in-law."
As they walked back in Harry moved over to Susan, Blaise and Daphne and spoke quietly, "Guys were going home and picking up Astoria, Ginny, and Wile E. on the way." As they both looked towards the bed where Hermione slept he added, "We're coming back first thing tomorrow." Daphne came over and Harry wrapped her close to him in his arms as they, Susan and Blaise said their goodbyes to the others.
Harry watched from the balcony of the master suite as Daphne tossed and turned in their bed. Next to him were two steaming mugs of hot chocolate with warming charms on them. When they had gotten back to the manor Susan had broken down not just from their small battle which in hindsight wasn't that bad for the New Marauders and company. Susan had only taken on one Death Eater and used a medical spell that was supposed to be used jump a patient's heart, of course it could work the opposite way to. The spell though like the killing curse left no physical marks on the victim. Susan was more effect by helping out in the triage unit of seeing the wounded and the kissed victims. Every one of the teens gathered around the usually tough Hufflepuff and helped her through her tears. The one plus side of the evening for Susan was the head Healer of the Emergency floor offered her a job as soon as she passed her NEWT's.
Daphne woke twisted in her sheets and breathing hard with her hair plastered to her face from sweat. She turned looking for Harry and panicked a bit when she couldn't find him.
"Daph, I'm out here," Harry called without looking into the room. Daphne stood and wrapped the sheet around her body as she moved out to the balcony of their suite. Harry opened his arms to her and Daphne collapsed into them. Daphne sobbed as Harry wrapped her in his arms and rocked her as she cried.
"There was so much blood and Mr. Granger and Blaise," Daphne cried as he rocked with her.
"Shh, shh. I know," Harry whispered as he held her.
"I keep seeing Blaise dead, the spell hitting higher. How are we going to do this?" Daphne said as her crying slowed to sniffles. Harry gave her one of the cups of hot chocolate and Daphne sipped quietly. Harry thought for a few minutes as to what to say.
"Blaise is going to be okay. Hermione will get through this with our help, she won't be alone and neither will anyone else. We get through this because we have to. What we want is irrelevant because we won't be able to have it as long as Voldemort and his followers are free. We'll fight for our futures, we deserve to have one just like everyone else, free of terror," Harry finished with conviction. Harry sat with Daphne on his lap until she fell back asleep in his lap. He quietly stood with her in his arms and moved back to their bed. He gently tucked her back in and fell asleep with her tucked into his arms.
Harry and the others teen gathered around in the kitchen for breakfast and were surprised to see Amelia come in, not having known she came back last night. She sat heavily and Mips quickly brought over a healthy breakfast of eggs and pickles, which Amelia promptly dug into much to the chagrin of the teens. Blaise started to open his mouth only to be shut as Susan promptly smacked his head.
"Ow! Hey I'm injured here!"
"And you were about to get more injured," Susan snarked to the chuckles of the others.
"So what's going to happen?" Harry asked his Godmother.
"I talked to the muggle prime minister last night. I had to warn him that Voldemort was on the offense again and what to look for on dementor attacks. He's not happy that we don't even have away to kill the dementors. I also talked to him about the attack on the Granger's and David Granger's defense of his family. Mr. Granger is going to be buried with full military honors, because of the fires and the explosion Bellatrix caused; they're going to call it a terrorist attack. As for the attack on the Alley we managed to capture two marked Death Eaters both wizards and members of Fenrir Greyback's pack. Unfortunately they're also foreign so we know Fenrir is recruiting oversees which means so is Voldemort. I had to alert the officials of Bulgaria and Russia as well not that the Russian's care all that much. Now are we ready to go to the hospital?"
The group gathered around a port-key Amelia had that would allow them to by-pass the wards and go straight to Hermione's floor, there were some perks to being the Minister. Hermione was awake and crying quietly into her mother's arms as Viktor gently rubbed her back. Upon seeing her friends in the door Hermione got up and was immediately enveloped into a group hug. Elizabeth smiled at the sight, her daughter had never had so many friends that she knew of. They sat with Hermione throughout the day as her mother worked on the burial arrangements and went back to their house with Xavier, Evelyn, and Sirius to help pack up their belongings. Elizabeth had decided to temporarily close the practice she and David had, a sabbatical was going to be the excuse, and she was going to move into Potter Manor. With Amelia being pregnant and Sirius at Hogwarts Elizabeth felt like she could be of use at Potter Manor. Hermione was released later in the evening and was able to go back to the Granger home to sort through her belongings as well. There were a few breakdowns as they went through the house especially in the dining room where David Granger fell. Hermione spent a good ten minutes crying into her mother's sweater as she knelt in the spot where her father died. Most of the belongings were sent to Gringotts by Xavier for storage until after the war, the rest went with them to Potter Manor, where all the New Marauders and their families had gathered for a dinner in remembrance of David Granger.
The funeral was held two days later in David Granger's home town where his both his parents and Elizabeth's parents still resided. The whole of the small town gathered for the funeral. The only wizards present were the New Marauders and their families excluding Madam Longbottom and Amelia who both went into the Ministry as to not draw any attention to the home town of the Granger's fearing a future attack on Hermione's grandparents might happen. The Minister and her bodyguards' presence in a small muggle town would be noticed by any spies in the ministry.
The funeral went off without a hitch, the wizards all easily blending in with the dress and customs of muggle funerals which weren't all that different from their own, in fact they were adapted from magical funerals. Hermione and her mother held up fairly well during the funeral but soon after the majority of guests left both succumbed to their tears.
With only the weekend left until the first day of the new term began the New Marauders were gathered in the library of Potter Manor pouring through every book that mentioned dementors. They had books from not only the Potter Library but also from the Longbottom, Zabini, Davis, Greengrass, Bones, Malfoy, and Black libraries as well as the Prince Vault. So far the Davis, Malfoy, and Black books were proving the most in depth research into dementors. The downside was the Malfoy and Black books while on dementors focused on what they are and how to possibly control them. They didn't want anyone to be able to control them, the New Marauders wanted to destroy them. After seeing the kissed victims in St. Mungo's after the attack they were all in agreement that the Dementor's Kiss was thoroughly inhumane and should never be given under any circumstance. Actually Harry and Hermione were trying to convince their friends Azkaban was inhumane but were having little success yet; the Geneva Convention hadn't made the same impact in the wizarding world.
The Davis books explained the history of the Dementors in Britain and had some drawings of demetors in them. Tracey was going through the Davis books as some of the information was handwritten and not by any scribe. Tracey was the only one with experience with deciphering old English writing. Harry who hand the second most experience with old handwriting thanks to his head of house journals, which had been copied over into modern English by his Great Grandfather studied a Prince book on advanced charms. Harry was deciphering the written Prince book by comparing the old English Head of House journals and his Great Grandfather's update of them.
"I've got something!" Tracey shouted suddenly startling not only her friends but Rowena who was pacing in the portrait of the four founders. Rowena was racking her brain for anything helpful on Dementors while waiting to be of use if they found something. "It's an account from a travelling healer. While passing through a village during an outbreak of the sweat he heard about a neighboring village that was wiped out by the sweat except for a few survivors only these survivors weren't quite right and were taken in by the village. After asking around he was shown the survivors and was certain it was a dementor attack."
"He questioned the villagers and found further evidence. The survivors were brought in by a farmer who went to visit his wife's family. The farmer and his wife described feeling uneasy and sickly themselves so they gathered the last few survivors, set fire to the village and fled as fast as they could. They were quarantined for a week upon returning to their own village before being allowed back in as they hadn't gotten sick. They attributed the uneasy feelings to the sweat. After the account the healer left for the neighboring village as he could cast the patronus and wanted to drive off the dementor or dementors if he could. When he got to the village all he found was a few strange piles of grew ash and specks of black cloaks mixed in. The two ash piles gave off the uneasy feeling attributed to dementors. He assumed they must have been killed in the fire though he never got the opportunity to test his theory." Tracey finished with the entry and looked up at the excited faces of Neville, Susan, and Hannah and the skeptical faces of Daphne, Blaise, Draco, and Theo.
"Well it's better than nothing," she said directed to the Slytherins while the others looked puzzled. Tracey turned to the others, "like any good Slytherin they're thinking why hasn't anyone come up with this before." The other three deflated at that realizing it how implausible it was.
Harry interrupted everyone's thoughts when he spoke up, "Because no wizard can get close enough to cast," he set down the Prince book he was reading. "There's a handwritten account on the blank page opposite the expect patronus entry in here. It re-counts a dementor attack on the last dragon reserves that used to be in England. The Wizards were either casting the patronus charm or were incapacitated. The Welsh Greens on the reserve on the other hand weren't and fried the dementors when they realized what was going on with their handlers."
"Now think about for instance me passing out and falling from my broom because of dementors. Dementors have the ability to incapacitate us unless we can call up our happy memory in time. You're incapacitated too fast to even try and cast a fire charm."
"It makes sense dementors not only take your memories but turns everything it comes in contact with turn's icy cold," Daphne speculated.
"What you need is to somehow alter the patronus charm to include fire," Rowena said from the painting. "You can alter spells in various ways; one through arithmancy, but to do that you would need the work of the originator of the spell which we don't have. No one knows who invented the patronus charm; it was thought to be a Norsemen or travelling scholar. My guess would be for the travelling scholar based upon the use of Latin. You could try combining the spell with a fire spell."
Blaise picked up his wand at the last suggestion but Hermione beat him to whatever he was going to do, "silencio. Really what would posses you to attempt a fire spell in a library," Hermione commented with an eyebrow raised. Tracey from her position next to Blaise snorted and promptly smacked him in the head. "Thank you," Hermione directed to Tracey while the others laughed at the put out expression on Blaise's face.
"Well let's move to the training room and try it out," Harry suggested and started to levitate the painting of Rowena out of the room. As the group moved Blaise signaled to his mouth but Hermione just huffed.
"You can stay silent for awhile. Honestly you could have burned down the entire library!" The group tried for an hour to combine the patronus with one of the many fire spells they knew but to no avail. All attempts ended with the caster cutting off either their patronus or the flame they conjured.
"It's no good," Daphne finally spoke, "they're not combining just cancelling each other out." They sighed in agreement and looked to the painting but it was Harry who spoke next.
"What if we don't change the spell at all but the feelings behind them?" Harry asked toward the painting.
Rowena looked at Harry appraisingly before simply stating, "Explain."
"Well the patronus works on positive happy thoughts and the image created is bathed in the bright white light associated with happy thoughts. Fire is normally associated with anger but in keeping with the positive thoughts it's also associated with passion. So if you tried to cast while filling your thoughts with something passionate with the intent of creating fire, it should work the same way, right?"
Rowena did not respond right away instead she passed in the painting thinking over Harry's idea. When she finally turned towards the group again she looked directly at Harry, "I assume you have your passionate thought ready?" Harry nodded, "Good. Try it, I believe it will work."
Harry stood off to the side of his friends and closed in eyes in concentration. He filled his mind with thoughts of Daphne, their wedding night, and other times spent in her arms. Interspersed with Daphne he envisioned his patronus but instead of the silvery white light he imagined his wolf flaming with the heat of a fiendfyre charm. He concentrated on these thoughts for a good two minutes before bringing his wand up and saying in a gravelly voice that only Daphne recognized, "Expecto patronum!" Out of Harry's wand poured an intense heat that coalesced into a flaming grey wolf that snarled at the room ready to protect. The fiery wolf slowly clamed as it noticed nothing to defend against and circled around to look at Harry. The heat of the new patronus cooled as the wolf took a seat in front of Harry waiting for orders. Harry just smiled at the wolf and waved his wand canceling the spell.
Harry was surrounded by friends in the next moment giving him their congratulations. Daphne wore a smirk having guessed his thoughts making Harry blush a bit. Daphne pulled Harry down for a scorching kiss and then stood separately from the group and cast the spell herself, "Expecto patronum." Daphne's spell replicated Harry's with a fiery wolf that was larger than Harry's circling her protectively, before she vanished it and smiled at Harry. The group took turns practicing casting for an hour with only Neville being able to produce the fiery patronus. The others were able to create the intense heat given off before the protector formed. Draco managed to a ball of fire that was trying to form but that was it. Harry sent a normal patronus off to Amelia who was in the garden of Potter Manor with Elizabeth.
Amelia and Elizabeth both came into the training room to see the group of with grins wider than the Cheshire cat. "What did you do?" Amelia asked apprehensively knowing full well the groups fondness for pranks.
"Aw Auntie I'm hurt that you think we would prank you," Susan spoke grinning with false sadness in her voice. Amelia fixed her niece with a look. "Alright fine," Susan spoke, "Harry found a way to possibly destroy the dementors."
"That's wonderful," Amelia said with hope in her voice. "Let's see it."
"It's the same incantation but instead of thinking happy thoughts you use passionate thoughts." Harry spoke with a minimal amount of blush spoke, "Expecto patronum!" His fiery version of Snow burst out of his wand and gave a howl that came out in flames. "We just need to test it."
"We'll teach it to some aurors and have them try it out in the field. They're most likely to come across dementors first," Amelia immediately moving to attempt to cast the new version.
"You need to visualize the fiery protector while you cast," Harry mentioned.
Amelia nodded and took a moment before casting, "Expecto patronum." Out of the interim Minister of Magic's wand came a blazing dog that looked remarkably like a grim. "Good I'll go to the DMLE and inform the aurors."
A/N:
So this chapter took awhile and was a pain in the ass to write. It just wouldn't come out and real life was intervening. I'm not real pleased with it but wanted to get it up for you guys. While a fiery patronus isn't very original, I hope the explanation behind it is.
Thanks for the reviews and support,
AM