Harry Potter, Heir of Gryffindor
The Charm
At breakfast on Tuesday Professor Dumbledore walked over to where Harry was sitting and, placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. Leaning over he said, "You might want to think about expanding your room tonight, Harry."
Harry looked up in surprise. "What do you mean, sir?" he asked.
"Well, it would seem," the Headmaster began softly, "that you are going to have quite an audience tonight. . ."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked nervously.
The Headmaster chuckled softly at Harry's sudden panic. "All of this evening's Defense Labs have been canceled so that the professors can attend this session so you will not only have the entire faculty but at least one fifth of the student body as well. In addition there will be a few Ministry representatives from around the world as well as a number of private citizens who are very interested in what you three were able to accomplish. I believe Madam Bones will be attending, as will Neville's grandmother and Luna's father. My guess is that you should expect an audience of around three hundred this evening."
Harry's jaw fell open. "But . . . but . . . but I've never taught more than thirty at a time, " he stammered.
"I realize this, Harry," the Headmaster said sympathetically. "But then I am afraid you may be going before crowds much larger than this in the very near future so I suggest you take this opportunity to get used to speaking to large crowds."
"Three hundred?" Harry whispered hoarsely, his eyes threatening to bulge from their sockets. "You're kidding, right?"
"No, my dear boy, I am not kidding. I cannot say for sure but that might be a conservative estimate so you might want to make it closer to five hundred."
"Five hundred?" Harry mouthed and watched as Professor Dumbledore returned to his seat at the Head Table.
"Five hundred?" he gasped at anyone who would listen. "How am I supposed to fit five hundred people in that room?"
"Well, it is the Room of Requirement after all," Hermione reminded him.
"I know," Harry said. "But five hundred people?"
Throughout the day Harry watched in dismay as witches and wizards began arriving at Hogwarts. Most were dressed in recognizable combinations of robes and balaclavas but a few were dressed in costumes that told Harry that they were definitely from different countries and different parts of the world. Those wearing kimonos were definitely from the orient and the cowboy hats had to be either from Australia or the United States. But some of the costumes were so outrageous that Harry had no idea where they had come from. He guessed that Mr. Weasley must have been right: 'Whenever a bunch of witches and wizards get together they can't help but show off.' But this was serious business and Harry didn't thing this was any time to be showing off.
After a quick dinner - Harry was still nervous and didn't know how he was going to fit that many people in the Room of Requirement - he ran up to the seventh floor and stood in front of the tapestry of the disgruntled trolls in tutus and tried to think of a way to fit five hundred people in a single room so that everyone could hear, see and practice what he was going to be teaching. Fortunately the students would not be practicing the charm until they were back in their own laboratory classes. But that still left at least three humdred people to teach. He was about to throw his hands up in frustration when he remembered Dean's posters of the football players from their first year. A football stadium! he thought. Of course, a football stadium would be perfect! But would the Room of Requirement be able to give him what he needed? It didn't have to be huge like some of the stadiums he had seen on muggle television but it did have to be large enough to accommodate at least five hundred people. All he could do was try so he began pacing and thinking about a football stadium large enough to accommodate five hundred witches and wizards.
When the door appeared on the third pass he walked over and opened it. At first all he could see was a dimly lit corridor. But as his eyes adjusted to the light he became aware of a set of stairs leading up at the far end of the short hallway. Hesitantly walking the length of the corridor and climbing the stairs Harry soon found himself standing in the middle of a stadium style set of bleachers surrounding a large, oval grass field. He walked down onto the field and out to stand in its central ring. "Lights," he said, his voice echoing off the walls. "I need lights." The air began to glow and gradually became brighter, illuminating the auditorium, until he told it to stop. As he walked around the field, familiarizing himself with his new teaching environment, people started arriving and taking their seats.
Among the first to arrive were Fred and George Weasley who softly whistled their amazement when they saw the stadium. "Whoa!" Fred said. "I like what you've done to the place."
"Hey, Harry," George called out. "Can we talk?"
"We've got some samples of that new candy Hermione owled us about," Fred said.
"We'd like you to test them and let us know what you think."
Harry walked towards them and invited them onto the field. "Let's see what you've got," he said when they met near center field.
Fred pulled a small bag out of his pocket and handed it to Harry. Inside the bag were what looked like four, cherry red licorice nibs. "We've only got four of the final product left," Fred said.
"We originally made six but as this is important we each tested one to make sure they're safe."
"Do you have a name for them yet," Harry asked, smiling up at his friends.
"Not yet."
"But we're working on it."
"How long will it be before you can mass produce these things?" Harry asked.
Fred and George looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. "I don't know . . ."
"End of the week, maybe."
"Good enough," Harry said, immediately adjusting his prepared presentation to include the testing of these new candies. "We'll know tonight. If they work I want you guys to get them into production as soon as possible."
"How are you going to test them?" George asked.
"And how will we know if they work?"
Harry smiled knowingly at them and said, "This is the Room of Requirement, right?"
"Yeah," they both said together, wondering what he was getting at.
"And my bogart just so happens to be a dementor . . ."
"Oh," Fred breathed.
"You're going to willingly face a dementor to test these things?" George asked in awe.
"Yep," Harry nodded. "Now I suggest you go find some seats or you are going to miss the show."
As Fred and George hurried off the field to join the rest of the Weasleys in the rapidly filling auditorium Harry turned his attention to the room and mumbled, "I need a bogart."
Immediately a small wooden trunk appeared in the center of the field. As Harry approached it he could hear the bogart banging around inside. Still thinking about the room he said, "Thank you," in a muttered whisper that no one but himself could hear.
Several minutes later Harry saw Professor Dumbledore step out of the stairwell and up into the stands. He nodded at Harry to begin and took a seat near the opening. Harry pointed his wand at his throat and said, "Sonorus," while silently asking the room to dampen the echo.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," he began nervously. "As most of you are probably aware, my name is Harry Potter." A hush fell over the arena. "You have come here to learn about the charm I used last summer. We'll get to that in a minute but first I would like to ask three members of my regular class to come down onto the field. We are going to be testing some sweets that have been developed by the owners of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes to help us deal with the dementor problem until a more permanent solution can be found. Could Ronald Weasley, Ginevra Weasley and Neville Longbottom please come forward?"
Harry looked up expectantly and watched as Ron and Ginny stood up, leaving Hermione alone with the rest of the red-haired Weasley clan and began making their way down, and as Neville, who had been sitting with a stately looking matron wearing a broad brimmed hat with a stuffed vulture on top, a green dress and was clutching an enormous red purse, stood up and made his way down onto the field. "These candies have been . . . laced with a particularly powerful cheering charm that should make it easier for anyone who finds themselves in the presence of a dementor to summon a patronus. These three have yet to face a dementor; and I hope they never have to. But to be on the safe side we have been practicing the Patronus Charm in our laboratory class."
Ron, Ginny and Neville had reached the edge of the field, now, and were making their way out towards Harry. "Now, lest you think this be some form of blatant commercialization and that I am merely trying to take advantage of a bad situation, I am going to be talking to the owners of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes after tonight's presentation to see if they might be willing to donate a portion of the proceeds from the sale of these sweets to a reconstruction fund for the rebuilding of the wizarding communities after we have won this war." Harry knew he sounded more confident than he was but his audience didn't need to know that. He was, after all, the one who had been sent to rid the world of Voldamort.
When Ron, Ginny and Neville reached the center of the field they glanced apprehensively at the wooden chest as Harry handed each of them one of the sweets and temporarily removed the voice amplification charm from his throat. "What's that?" Neville asked nervously.
"A bogart," Harry said darkly.
"But your bogart's . . ." Ron began.
"A dementor," Harry finished for him.
Ginny looked up at him, concern in her eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Harry said. "I'm sure. You guys are going to do the demonstration; I'm going to do the testing. Now when I tell you to I want you to put those things in your mouths, chew on them for a bit and cast your charms. I don't know how long they last so you might want to cast your charms as soon as they take affect."
Replacing the amplification charm Harry turned his attention back to his audience. "These three produced their first full-fledged patroni last week. Those of you who were there will remember what they looked like and will be able to judge how effective these sweets are." Turning to Ginny he said, "Ginny, ladies first."
Ginny smiled sweetly up at Harry and popped the cherry red licorice nib into her mouth and began chewing. Almost immediately a smile began to spread across her face. She raised her wand and forcefully cried, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" The lion that leaped from her wand this time was much larger than it had been the week before and glowed so brightly that many were shielding their eyes against its radiance. The lion raced to one end of the field, silently roared at the audience then raced back. When it reached Ginny it sat back on its haunches, bowed its head to her, let her scratch behind its ears then dissipated into the ethos.
When the applause had died down Harry turned to Neville and said, "Neville, you're next."
Neville stepped nervously forward. As he was about to pop the treat onto his mouth Ginny touched his arm and said, "Don't worry, Neville. You'll do fine. Just pretend you are in a regular class."
Neville smiled nervously at Ginny then looked up at Harry. Harry smiled and nodded as if to say, "You'll do fine, Neville. I wouldn't have asked you to come down here if I didn't think you could do it."
With that thought in mind Neville popped the candy into his mouth. As the cheering charm began to take effect he raised his wand and yelled, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" The bulldog that jumped from his wand was at least twice the size of his first patronus and glowed at least as brightly as Ginny's had. It raced around the field for several seconds, viscously tearing at the air with its bared fangs, before trotting over to lie down at Neville's feet. Neville bent down and scratched his patronus' head and patted its back before it too evaporated.
As the applause from the general audience and cheers from their classmates died down Harry said, "Yes. those were very good and very well done. It would seem that these sweets are living up to their expectations. For this next demonstration I must ask you to please remember that it is only a patronus and, according to Ron, it only eats dementors." With that he stepped aside and let Ron take center stage.
Ron popped the little red sweet into his mouth and began to chew. He had to stop himself from laughing as he raised his wand and bellowed the incantation. The dragon that exploded from the tip of his wand glowed silver-white and swooped over the spectators belching flames of silver-gold as it went. Almost everyone was ducking and screaming but Harry could swear he heard Charlie cheering, "Yes! A dragon! I knew ya had it in ya, little bro'!"
When Ron's patronus had completed two circuits of the stadium and landed in front of Ron it bowed its head to him and disappeared in an explosive mist. Harry and Ron smiled at each other and Harry once more removed the amplification charm from his voice. "Good job, guys," he said. "I'm going to want all thee of you back down here for the demonstration of the defensive charm but right now I need to be alone with that bogart so if you could step over to the side . . ."
As they were leaving Harry called after them. "Ron, I will need you to open the chest."
Ron nodded, still smiling from his successful patronus.
Reactivating the amplification charm Harry waited for the commotion to die down before continuing. "So far so good," He said. "But we still have to test it against a dementor.
"This trunk," he said tapping the rattling chest with his wand, "contains a bogart. My bogart just so happens to be a dementor. So I am going to step back and on my signal Ron is going to open the chest. I must ask all of you to please remain seated and quiet. I want this to be as realistic a test as possible so I do not want it distracted from me in any way."
With that he stepped back from the trunk and, when he was several meters away, removed the amplification charm again and nodded towards Ron. Ron pointed his wand at the box and muttered something under his breath.
The box sprung open as Harry focused his attention on its occupant. As the dementor slowly rose from the box Harry could feel the familiar chill coming over him. What happened next chilled him to the bone. In his mind's eye he saw his godfather, Sirius, slowly falling through the veil and heard Bellatrix LeStrange's cackling laughter as she celebrated her victory. Then came the screams, the terrible screams of his parents' dying sacrifices. And finally came the scream of "Kill the spare" from the night of the third task. Harry felt his blood drain from his face as his hope began to fall away as a cold, gray mist began to cloud his vision. In a last desperate struggle he remembered the licorice nib in his hand and popped it into his mouth. Went he bit down on the sweet, cherry-flavored candy the cheering charm took affect. The mist suddenly lifted and the screams quickly receded into the background. He saw the dementor before him and immediately thought of the conversation he and Ginny had shared in Dumbledore's private library. It was the happiest he had been in ages, just sharing a part of himself with the girl he loved. He raised his wand, pointed it at the dementor and shouted "EXPECT PATRONUM!"
The blindingly white stag that jumped from the end of his wand shone so brightly that there were screams and shouts of pain as the spectators shielded their eyes against its brilliance. The stag charged the dementor but before it had traveled more than a few meters the bogart became confused by the commotion in the stands and exploded. The stag stopped and looked around, confused by what had happened, turned around, looked at Harry, and walked gracefully back to stand before its master. Harry reached out and stroked its neck. His patronus stood still for several moments then, with an even more blinding flash, was gone.
Harry pointed his wand at his throat and said, "Sonorus," then cleared his throat and said, "It looks like they work." Then, shifting gears, he said, "I have been assured by Fred and George Weasley, of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, that these candies will be on their shelves, exclusively, by the end of the week. Their store can be found in Diagone Alley, London. For those of you who do not have easy access to Diagone Alley I am sure arrangements can be made to have cases sent to your offices or ministries as soon as they are ready. Fred and George will be happy to answer any questions after tonight's presentation. They will be stationed at either end of the field at the end of the program." He looked up at Fred and George who were eagerly nodding their agreement with this arrangement.
Turning his attention to the room again he asked it to get rid of the trunk the bogart had been in. It promptly vanished. "What I am going to be teaching you tonight," he began, slowly walking around the center of the stadium's field, "is a defensive charm that experience has shown can deflect and rebound back upon the caster at least two of the three unforgivable curses as well as a wide variety of other spells. It has not been fully tested against every spell yet; but if our research is correct it should be effective against all spells. I have been asked to teach you everything I can about this defensive charm so that you can begin using it if not today then in the very near future. In addition, I will be speaking to the owners of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes in the near future about developing a line of sweets incorporating the effects of this charm so that you can use it while learning the charm and to protect your loved ones.
"I must warn you, however, that this charm is more about attitude than magic. It is a piece of wandless magic that comes from a combination of muggle spiritual philosophies and involves tapping unto the greatest source of magic imaginable - the Universal Magic of Creation - and using your body as a wand. Or perhaps a better way to explain it would be to say that when casting this wordless spell you are allowing the Magic of Creation to flow through your magical core - the magical core that exists within you body - to protect you in your times of need. The only major drawback to this charm is that, as I have said, it is a purely defensive maneuver. If you should try to cast an offensive spell while using the charm it will rebound back upon you.
"Over the course of this evening we will be accomplishing three things. First, we will be examining and reviewing the source and structure of this charm. There will then be a demonstration of this charm and its power. And finally, for those of you who have come here to learn the charm tonight, we will be practicing this charm in teams. I don't expect everyone to get it down tonight but you will be practicing it so that you can get a feel for what it is all about."
Harry stopped and, looking up, made eye contact with a young woman in the back row who looked to be in her early thirties. "As a part of this charm involves a re-examination of some of the more classical theories of magic this is probably a good place to start.
"For years, indeed centuries, we have been taught that our magical abilities reside within our blood. This is only one part of the equation. For you see, our bodies are little more than machines. Apart from the biological components which are primarily found in our blood, the only thing that really sets us apart from the muggles is a certain . . . spiritual openness and willingness to believe that our muggle counterparts do not have. The thing that sets us apart from squibs is that we were able to connect with the magical cores that exist within our bodies, on a deeply spiritual level, at or before birth while they were not. Squibs are still open and willing to believe; they just weren't able to connect with their magical cores while their bodies were still in their mother's wombs. It is the combination of these three components that makes us . . . magical. Despite what some of you may believe, we are no better than anyone else. Witches, wizards, muggles and squibs are all equal in the eyes of Creation. The only real differences lie in the spiritual plains of belief and openness and the amount of bonding we did with our bodies while they were developing.
"We have also been taught, again for hundreds of years, that magic flows from within, that we are the source of this magic and that we need words and wands to make it work. This is not true. We are little more than conduits through which the magic of creation flows. What we choose to do with that magic defines, more than anything else, who and/or what we will ultimately become."
Harry paused and walked back to the center of the field and looked over at Ron and Ginny and Neville who were sitting on the sidelines. "Before we go any further I think I should stress that thought really is energy as are want, need and desire. How we choose to channel those thoughts is up to us. My hope is that you will choose to channel your thoughts towards the ideals of peace and harmony. The thoughts and energies you are about to experience have been designed to help you defend yourselves against unwanted attacks. I can only hope that you are able to learn how to use them and that you will use them well."
Glancing up slightly Harry saw Tonks leaning forward in her seat, a look of intense interest on her face. He also noticed that her hair was blond again and that she really did look rather beautiful. He smiled at her and continued. "As I said, this charm comes from a combination of muggle spiritual philosophies. Some of them are more than two thousand years old while others are relatively new. The combination of these philosophies and ideas is what makes this charm work and what, quite frankly, saved my life a little more than three weeks ago."
Raising his wand he drew an intricate diagram in the air and cast a quick spell. A spider web of light sprang from the tip of his wand and slowly rose into the air to hover several meters above the center of the field. As it rose, it formed a ball and grew in size so that everyone could easily see the diagrams that would be appearing within and around its three-dimensional surfaces.
"The charm begins," Harry began, "with the idea of doing unto others as you would have others do unto you. This is its core and the principle that gives it its power." As he said this a bead of light began circulating throughout the spherical spider web above his head. "The thing that gives it its force and the ability to rebound spells back upon their casters - including those employing its power - is another ancient principle which holds that those who live by the sword shall die by the sword." Another bead of light began circulating throughout the webbed ball.
"Since, while using this charm, you cannot be sure who will be casting which spells there is a built in safety mechanism that will protect you from all hexes, curses, charms and spells no matter their power or origin. This is the true power of Creation and that which gives us free will. It is the idea that we should not pass judgment upon anyone or anything lest we be judged likewise. I know we are only human and that we cannot help but pass judgment upon the people, places and things around us but this is a very important part of the charm because as soon as you let your guard down to one kind of magic the spell will fall apart and you will be vulnerable to all kinds of magic." A third bead of light began circulating.
"The fourth, and perhaps the most important, aspect of this charm is humility. This is also the one aspect that will be the hardest for some of you to master because very few of us are truly humble. I say this because this spell - indeed no spell, in my opinion - should be used frivolously, as a means of drawing attention to yourselves. I have only used it a few times while learning it, once in an actual combat situation and once in a classroom demonstration. I can only recommend that you only use it while learning to use it, while practicing and as a teaching tool. The reason for this will become clear in a moment."
Harry glanced up at the ball above his head and then looked around at his audience. He noticed that Bill Weasley and the white-blond young woman sitting next to him - could it be Fleur - were taking copious notes. "The attitude part of this charm is a modernization of some spiritually philosophical ideals that have actually been around for thousands of years. I can't really say how long because the basic ideas were written down in some of the most ancient muggle texts and one can only assume that they existed long before they were ever written down. These four principles are: a) Life is my religion. This is so because it is only through our actual experiences in life that we are able to learn about hope, faith, patience, understanding, life and love. b) The Universe is my cathedral. This is so because we should not limit ourselves to the teachings of any one particular sect or set of experiences. We should be open to learning new things at all times and in all locations. I do not know where I will be five years from now and yet I know that wherever I am I must remain open to the possibility of learning something new. c) The underlying intelligence behind the miracle of creation is my spiritual guidance counselor. Some religions call this entity God while others call it Allah and still others give it other names. I, however, cannot give it a name because it just is and to give it a name would, in my mind anyway, limit it in some way when it is, in point of fact, an infinite form of power and intelligence.
"The fourth aspect of humility - and the one that serves to reinforce the third aspect of this charm, actually has two parts to it. The first holds that we should love our creator with all our hearts and all our minds. The second holds that we should never set ourselves above any aspect of creation in any way." Five more beads of light appeared and began circulating throughout the webbed ball.
"The fifth and final aspect of this charm is the understanding that your body is your wand and that you are little more than a conduit through which many aspects of creation are able to make themselves known. To use an old, occult muggle term, you are a channel through which the power of creation is able to manifest itself in our world. Through your choices, however, you are responsible for choosing how that power becomes manifest."
With the conclusion of his lecture the ball began to shrink. It shrank until it was no larger than a tennis ball then slowly lowered and entered the top of Harry's head.
There were several gasps as those present realized what Harry had actually done and then a thunderous round of applause as five hundred people rose to their feet to give him a standing ovation. When the applause had died down to a manageable level Harry raised his hands for silence and cleared his throat. "Thank you," he said. "But before we get too carried away I think a little demonstration is in order. Could all of the members of last year's D.A. class as well as the entire Weasley family and professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lupin, Moody, Shacklebolt, Tonks and Snape please come down onto the field and surround me along the field's perimeter."
Harry waited while the additional thirty-six people made their way onto the field and surrounded him. While he waited he turned his attention to the room and asked it to provide a padded backdrop for them because he didn't want anyone getting hurt.
He made a point of nodding to and smiling at each person as they entered the field. Most of his students and former students smiled nervously and waved as they entered the field. Bill Weasley was whispering urgently to Charlie as they descended the stairs onto the field and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were casting anxious glances over their shoulders as they tried to listen to what Bill was saying. Percy lumbered sulkily onto the field and smiled anxiously at Harry when Harry caught his eye.
Professor Snape merely scowled and stalked to his chosen position. Most of the other professors were on their guard but smiled at Harry as they entered the field.Remus and Professor Dumbledore , however, smiled brightly and nodded encouragingly towards Harry as they entered the field and turned to take their positions.
When everyone was in position and all was ready Harry cleared his throat again and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, None of these people knew that they were going to be called to participate in this demonstration and so I have no idea which spells they will be throwing at me. The only thing I am going to suggest to them is that they not cast anything that is either long lasting or does not have a counter charm because they will be struck by the full force and impact of the spells they cast. I will feel them, but only emotionally. They will be on the receiving end of their effects." Glancing around briefly he added, "I might also suggest that they step out away from the wall a bit because while the walls are padded they will need some distance to fall. I don't want any broken bones or internal injuries so, ladies and gentlemen, if you please."
When everyone had stepped several meters in towards the center of the field Harry said, "At your mark."
Harry felt rather than heard the first spell being cast and immediately felt the familiar calm that accompanied the charm wash over him.
Several seconds later, after Harry felt the thirty-ninth spell strike its caster he looked up and let the charm drop away. The audience was sitting in stunned silence but behind him Harry could hear someone laughing uproariously. He turned around and saw Professor Dumbledore leaning against the wall, squirming uncontrollably and laughing hysterically. Several people were watching the headmaster curiously and glancing at Harry for some kind of an explanation. Harry reviewed the spells he had felt being cast and shook his head. "Tickle Charm," he said and walked over to relieve the headmaster of his burden.
When Harry had either released everyone from the effects of their spells or helped them to their feet - except for Snape who scowled and waved him off - another round of applause filled the auditorium. As it died down Harry said, "Yes. Thank you for your assistance. Now, if those of you who have come here to learn this charm could come down onto the field and pair off into groups of three or four we can begin learning and practicing this charm. For those of you who for whom this would be your regular laboratory period, you are excused."
For the next several hours Harry and Remus walked around the field helping those who needed it and congratulating those who did not. At one point, while visiting with Bill, Charlie and Percy, Bill took the opportunity to introduce Harry to his fiance. "Harry," he said, "I'd like you to meet my fiance. Harry Potter, meet Fleur DeLacoure, soon to be Fleur Weasley. Fleur, meet the one and only Harry Potter."
Harry blushed at the flourish with which Bill had said his name but smiled anyway and reached out to shake Fleur's hand. But Fleur had other ideas. She lunged at Harry and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. "It has been so long, Harry Potter, has it not?" Fleur said after releasing him.
Harry noticed that her English was much better than it had been during the Tri-wizard Tournament. "Erm . . . yeah," he had stammered. "How's Gabrielle?"
"She is doing wonderful!" Fleur beamed. "She still cannot believe that you were the one to save her from the mermaids."
Harry blushed again, his face going even redder this time, and Bill and Charlie burst out laughing. "That's the sign of a true hero, Harry," Charlie laughed. "Modesty."
Harry smirked and started to turn away but Bill grabbed his arm. "Actually, Harry, Fleur and I were taking notes on this charm of yours during the presentation and we don't think your charm can be broken."
Harry smiled softly and said, "Thanks," then excused himself and moved on to the next group.
A few minutes later he glanced over and saw that Ron, Hermione and Ginny were talking to Percy. Percy looked understandably nervous, given Ron's temper, but things seemed to be going relatively smoothly so Harry silently thanked Snape once again for his unusual outburst the week before. He then wondered about Fred and George and looked around to see where they were and found them camped out at either end of the field under painted signs that read "Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, Tonight's Special: Dementor Delights!" and each looked to be doing a good bit of business. Harry couldn't help himself but he had to shake his head and laugh.