"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Several voices cried at once. Voldemort swung around in
alarm. The silver light filling the room momentarily blinded him. Then,
with a pang of fear he realised what they were.
The door behind him had burst open. Three teenagers stood behind it.
"Harry Potter?" Voldemort could not believe that he had not sensed his presence, that he had been too taken up with his revenge on Severus Snape.
From Harry's wand had issued a huge silver stag, which charged at the Dementors, forcing them to retreat.
Behind it ran an enormous silver wolf that had materialised from Ron's wand. It bolted for the Dementors with its fangs bared.
From Ginny's wand had come forth a powerful eagle swooping at the Dementor lowering its hood and saving Professor Snape.
The three teenagers looked upon their collected effort forcing the Dementors back. Suddenly Harry realised something. "The window. Look they're making for the window, and they're taking Snape with them!" They looked on helplessly as the Dementors were driven to the window, visibly preparing themselves for a steep fall.
Without warning, a fourth silver light was visible. A magnificent silver horse ran forward from the other side of the room blocking the window, and any means of escape. Throwing back it's mane, the horse joined the other silvery forms in a circle around all four Dementors. With each step they took the circle tightened. Soon it seemed that they were trying to crush the Dementors, which in a way, was true. The circle tightened further and further until a crunching noise could be heard. All that was left of them was a pile of tattered robes and a pile of ash.
Each Patronus then turned to Voldemort, who still stood in the corner of the room. Within a couple of minutes, his loyal guards had been destroyed, his idiot servant (there was no better description of Wormtail) had fled in terror, and, it seemed, so had Nagini.
Voldemort now surveyed the silver apparitions before him with a kind of apprehension. His eyes widened as the forms not only united, but merged before him, into one single Patronus.
Now he beheld an immense silver Lion. It seemed to take up the entire room. It lunged at him, and as it did, the Dark Lord knew that he was the Dark Lord no more. He felt his body buckle beneath him. He felt his essence rise up in a sort of white cloud. He could feel himself being propelled from the house with the force of the Patronus' attack. He had returned to the start, powerless and friendless, again, all because of Harry Potter.
The door behind him had burst open. Three teenagers stood behind it.
"Harry Potter?" Voldemort could not believe that he had not sensed his presence, that he had been too taken up with his revenge on Severus Snape.
From Harry's wand had issued a huge silver stag, which charged at the Dementors, forcing them to retreat.
Behind it ran an enormous silver wolf that had materialised from Ron's wand. It bolted for the Dementors with its fangs bared.
From Ginny's wand had come forth a powerful eagle swooping at the Dementor lowering its hood and saving Professor Snape.
The three teenagers looked upon their collected effort forcing the Dementors back. Suddenly Harry realised something. "The window. Look they're making for the window, and they're taking Snape with them!" They looked on helplessly as the Dementors were driven to the window, visibly preparing themselves for a steep fall.
Without warning, a fourth silver light was visible. A magnificent silver horse ran forward from the other side of the room blocking the window, and any means of escape. Throwing back it's mane, the horse joined the other silvery forms in a circle around all four Dementors. With each step they took the circle tightened. Soon it seemed that they were trying to crush the Dementors, which in a way, was true. The circle tightened further and further until a crunching noise could be heard. All that was left of them was a pile of tattered robes and a pile of ash.
Each Patronus then turned to Voldemort, who still stood in the corner of the room. Within a couple of minutes, his loyal guards had been destroyed, his idiot servant (there was no better description of Wormtail) had fled in terror, and, it seemed, so had Nagini.
Voldemort now surveyed the silver apparitions before him with a kind of apprehension. His eyes widened as the forms not only united, but merged before him, into one single Patronus.
Now he beheld an immense silver Lion. It seemed to take up the entire room. It lunged at him, and as it did, the Dark Lord knew that he was the Dark Lord no more. He felt his body buckle beneath him. He felt his essence rise up in a sort of white cloud. He could feel himself being propelled from the house with the force of the Patronus' attack. He had returned to the start, powerless and friendless, again, all because of Harry Potter.