Touch
Grotesque fingers tilted his head back. It considered him with nonexistent eyes. Sirius grabbed Snape's wand. He knew the charm—it was fundamental Order arsenal.
Might it be better to let the dementor get on with it, though? Having delivered Harry from the betrayer, surely any obligation to stay in the world was released…he would die anyway, why not now? He could see James again.
The wand slipped from his fingers. Suddenly overcome with terror, his head cleared abruptly. He stumbled back, falling. The dementor swooped down.
The silver stag, so like James in form, soared over his prone figure.