Star-chan: *cowers* Sorry! Sorrysorrysorry!!!
Hart: It's your fault, you know.
Neko: And I thought everything was my fault.
Hart: Fine, it's your fault, too.
Star-chan: I got into World War 3 with my parents, first about seeing a stupid counselor, then about my grade in Health.
Neko: It's fun. Star's losing, 324 to 4.
DISCLAIMER:
Star-chan: I DON'T OWN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Neko: *rubs her ears* A little louder, I can still hear out of my right ear.
Hart: Also, Evil Willow wrote portions of this. That doesn't belong to us either.
*~*
Harry stood on the grounds, near the Quidditch field, with Professors Stidhall and Schram on either side of him. There was a deeper chill than what was normal for early October, and a strange mist cover the grounds. An unwanted shiver raced up his spine.
The dementors were close; Harry didn't need magic to tell him that. Unbidden, the memory of his mother screaming surfaced. A lump rose in his throat, and it refused to leave. Professor Schram, noticing his distress, put a gently hand on his shoulder.
"You have a strong Patronus, Harry," she assured. "There's no reason for worry." Her voice was calm, though her face, as well as Stidhall's, was formidably without emotion.
Harry nodded, his green eyes fixing on the forest. Blobs of darkness that were the dementors shifted, anticipating their opposition. Finally swallowing the lump that blocked his speech and pushing his mother's voice out of his mind, Harry asked quietly, "How many are there?"
"We don't know." Professor Stidhall's bluntness wasn't that comforting. "Hopefully enough for us to handle."
As the professor finished, the icy mist lifted, and the dementors glided from the forest. Hundreds of hooded figures headed towards them. Feelings of fear and great cold ran through Harry as well as the two professors.
Harry's mind became clouded and faint voices sounded in his ears. He snapped out of it as he heard the two professors shout, "Expecto Patronum!" He was unable to make out what exact forms the Patroni had taken, but knew he had to do the same thing.
Concentrating on the winning of the Qudditch Cup two years ago, he cried, "Expecto Patronum!"
The three Patroni charged the dementors, herding the cloaked creatures back to the forest. Harry was blinded by the glow of the three Patroni and trying to keep his head clear. Everything seemed to be going fine. Suddenly, he heard Professor Schram shout urgently, "Harry, *duck*!"
Before Harry's mind could argue, his body obeyed as a streak of red light streaked over his head. Not moving to get up, he fought to comprehend that Death Eaters came with the dementors. There was a flash of blue flash of light, and a woman's voice screamed. Professor Schram's Patronus faded as Professor Stidhall looked around, trying to find her friend.
"Harry!" she called. "Can you see her?!" About to answer, he was interrupted by a shout of "Stupefy!"
The stunning spell raced over to hit the DADA professor and knock her back several feet. Breaths came hard now for Harry as he realized that if help came soon, he was the only one standing between the Death Eaters and the school. Swallowing bile that collected in his throat and ignoring the prone bodies of the two professors, Harry stood and held out his wand. His was the only Patronus left, chasing the remaining dementors to back to the forest. Two cloaked figures were unaffected by the Patronus, so Harry aimed his wand and shouted, "Stupefy!"
One of the cloaked Death Eaters fell to the ground when the spell hit him. The other pointed his wand at Harry and started to shout a curse when a humongous black dog attacked the person, seizing the wizard's wand arm between its jaws.
As if the dementors knew what was happening, they began to return. Harry, who was feeling the consequences of keeping a Patronus up too long, felt incredible tired. Suddenly, a memory of Professor Schram's first lesson on dementors surfaced in his head.
"The Felicitas Spes Charm is so highly advanced, only about a two dozen wizards and witches have been recorded of successfully using the charm," she explained. "It takes immense strength. It will make the dementor complete vanish. However, the wizard will only have enough energy to make it work once without resting."
Gathering his strength, he didn't notice another silver blur or the screams of the Death Eater. Pointing his wand at the returning dementors, he shouted, "Felicitas Spes!"
A surge of power blasted out from the wand, and as the dementors disappeared, Harry lost conscience.
*~*
Remus had heard Harry's cry and was astonished when the dementors vanished. Trusting Sirius to keep the last Death Eater busy, the werewolf ran to check the teen's vital signs. To his relief, Harry seemed to be only unconscious with no other damage. He then went to check the Defense professor, who was lying in an odd position. Her eyes were open and unseeing.
"Sirius," he asked calmly. The large dog trotted over, a bloody wand held proudly between his teeth. Seeing Harry, he whined and ran over to sniff the boy. "He's fine, Sirius," Remus assured. "Go get Professor Dumbledore. I'll keep an eye in things down here."
Sirius the dog nodded and ran to the castle while Remus stood to check Professor Stidhall.
*~*
Star-chan: I know it's short, but that's all I have.
Neko: Thank Goodness.
Hart: *sticks tongue out at Neko*
Star-chan: Thankies Time!
Evil Willow- Thanks. Update, and work on the *ahem* LotRK.
Himedono- Thankies, and that potion comes in handy. PLEASE update!
Star-chan: See you later!
Hart: It's your fault, you know.
Neko: And I thought everything was my fault.
Hart: Fine, it's your fault, too.
Star-chan: I got into World War 3 with my parents, first about seeing a stupid counselor, then about my grade in Health.
Neko: It's fun. Star's losing, 324 to 4.
DISCLAIMER:
Star-chan: I DON'T OWN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Neko: *rubs her ears* A little louder, I can still hear out of my right ear.
Hart: Also, Evil Willow wrote portions of this. That doesn't belong to us either.
*~*
Harry stood on the grounds, near the Quidditch field, with Professors Stidhall and Schram on either side of him. There was a deeper chill than what was normal for early October, and a strange mist cover the grounds. An unwanted shiver raced up his spine.
The dementors were close; Harry didn't need magic to tell him that. Unbidden, the memory of his mother screaming surfaced. A lump rose in his throat, and it refused to leave. Professor Schram, noticing his distress, put a gently hand on his shoulder.
"You have a strong Patronus, Harry," she assured. "There's no reason for worry." Her voice was calm, though her face, as well as Stidhall's, was formidably without emotion.
Harry nodded, his green eyes fixing on the forest. Blobs of darkness that were the dementors shifted, anticipating their opposition. Finally swallowing the lump that blocked his speech and pushing his mother's voice out of his mind, Harry asked quietly, "How many are there?"
"We don't know." Professor Stidhall's bluntness wasn't that comforting. "Hopefully enough for us to handle."
As the professor finished, the icy mist lifted, and the dementors glided from the forest. Hundreds of hooded figures headed towards them. Feelings of fear and great cold ran through Harry as well as the two professors.
Harry's mind became clouded and faint voices sounded in his ears. He snapped out of it as he heard the two professors shout, "Expecto Patronum!" He was unable to make out what exact forms the Patroni had taken, but knew he had to do the same thing.
Concentrating on the winning of the Qudditch Cup two years ago, he cried, "Expecto Patronum!"
The three Patroni charged the dementors, herding the cloaked creatures back to the forest. Harry was blinded by the glow of the three Patroni and trying to keep his head clear. Everything seemed to be going fine. Suddenly, he heard Professor Schram shout urgently, "Harry, *duck*!"
Before Harry's mind could argue, his body obeyed as a streak of red light streaked over his head. Not moving to get up, he fought to comprehend that Death Eaters came with the dementors. There was a flash of blue flash of light, and a woman's voice screamed. Professor Schram's Patronus faded as Professor Stidhall looked around, trying to find her friend.
"Harry!" she called. "Can you see her?!" About to answer, he was interrupted by a shout of "Stupefy!"
The stunning spell raced over to hit the DADA professor and knock her back several feet. Breaths came hard now for Harry as he realized that if help came soon, he was the only one standing between the Death Eaters and the school. Swallowing bile that collected in his throat and ignoring the prone bodies of the two professors, Harry stood and held out his wand. His was the only Patronus left, chasing the remaining dementors to back to the forest. Two cloaked figures were unaffected by the Patronus, so Harry aimed his wand and shouted, "Stupefy!"
One of the cloaked Death Eaters fell to the ground when the spell hit him. The other pointed his wand at Harry and started to shout a curse when a humongous black dog attacked the person, seizing the wizard's wand arm between its jaws.
As if the dementors knew what was happening, they began to return. Harry, who was feeling the consequences of keeping a Patronus up too long, felt incredible tired. Suddenly, a memory of Professor Schram's first lesson on dementors surfaced in his head.
"The Felicitas Spes Charm is so highly advanced, only about a two dozen wizards and witches have been recorded of successfully using the charm," she explained. "It takes immense strength. It will make the dementor complete vanish. However, the wizard will only have enough energy to make it work once without resting."
Gathering his strength, he didn't notice another silver blur or the screams of the Death Eater. Pointing his wand at the returning dementors, he shouted, "Felicitas Spes!"
A surge of power blasted out from the wand, and as the dementors disappeared, Harry lost conscience.
*~*
Remus had heard Harry's cry and was astonished when the dementors vanished. Trusting Sirius to keep the last Death Eater busy, the werewolf ran to check the teen's vital signs. To his relief, Harry seemed to be only unconscious with no other damage. He then went to check the Defense professor, who was lying in an odd position. Her eyes were open and unseeing.
"Sirius," he asked calmly. The large dog trotted over, a bloody wand held proudly between his teeth. Seeing Harry, he whined and ran over to sniff the boy. "He's fine, Sirius," Remus assured. "Go get Professor Dumbledore. I'll keep an eye in things down here."
Sirius the dog nodded and ran to the castle while Remus stood to check Professor Stidhall.
*~*
Star-chan: I know it's short, but that's all I have.
Neko: Thank Goodness.
Hart: *sticks tongue out at Neko*
Star-chan: Thankies Time!
Evil Willow- Thanks. Update, and work on the *ahem* LotRK.
Himedono- Thankies, and that potion comes in handy. PLEASE update!
Star-chan: See you later!