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Chapter 14

Once the holidays were over, there was a vast gap between our group. Harry, Ron and I were on one side and Rachel, Amanda and Hermione on the other. All because they couldn't keep their mouths shut about the Firebolts. It didn't help any that Wood, other members of the Gryffindor Team, other Gryffindors and even some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs whether Harry and I received Firebolts for Christmas and some random assortment of questions about the brooms. Rachel, Amanda and Hermione each tried to condone their actions by saying, "We were just making sure you stay safe."

I didn't care what their motives were; I just wanted my Firebolt back. Wood had tried to get McGonagall to give back our Firebolts, but it didn't work. We were stuck waiting. In Transfiguration, instead of listening to McGonagall teaching us how to transform a book into an owl, I used Windgardium Leviosa on my quill and began pretending it was my Firebolt. "Yay! I got a Firebolt! It is so amazing! Hey Elliot, can I ride it? Maybe later, Ron. Oh no, McGonagall is coming! Fly away, broom! Don't' let that cow take you away!"

"Miss Potter!"

I shot my head up, my quill falling back onto the desk. All eyes seem to be on me and McGonagall, who was now standing in front of my desk. I turned to my right where Harry sat. His face was in complete shock. I turned with a guilt-ridden smile to McGonagall. "Morning Professor!" I smiled weakly.

"What were you doing?"

"I was…uh…practicing my Levitating Charm for Charms. Professor Flitwick hinted it would be…on the…final…exam," I lied, my voice faltering at the end.

"Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"I kinda hoped you would. Er…how long were you standing there?"

"Long enough. Ten points from Gryffindor and I will see you Saturday night in detention."

I swore under my breath as McGonagall continued her lesson. That made me even more angry at them. If they hadn't told McGonagall about the Firebolts, I would have been paying attention (not likely) and not have gotten a detention! Oh they had better hope that there were a jinx on those brooms because if there weren't, I was going to kill them myself. After Transfiguration, I suffered through two more classes (Charms and Divination) and then headed towards Defense Against the Dark Arts. Once me and Harry stepped inside, Professor Lupin approached us and said, "You two alright today?"

"Yeah," replied Harry.

"So when do we get those private lessons?" I asked.

"Ah, that's right. Meet me tonight in the Muggle Studies classroom at 8 o'clock."

We nodded and headed to our seats to resume class. After our discussion of useful spells against dark creatures, we headed to the Common Room to relax. I was busy sitting in the fluffy armchair by the fire, trying to focus on McGonagall's homework when I heard something unusual. It was two voices, on male and one female. Turning my head, I saw Amanda storming in with Fred on her tail. "I can't believe you said that!" shouted Amanda.

"Said what? That telling McGonagall about the Firebolts was a stupid idea?"

"Yeah! You know as much as anyone that Black I after those two! He could of easily purchased those brooms and jinxed them!"

"Right, Black is going to risk being caught to buy two FIREBOLTS and sen them to Harry and Elliot to try and kill them. That is very logical."

"I just want to keep them alive."

"Oh, and you think I don't?"

"Clearly you don't! Don't think I didn't overhear you talking to Katie about how if someone hadn't snitched to McGonagall about the Firebolts that we would have won the Quidditch cup."

"Well, we would have!"

"That's my point! You care more about winning the stupid bloody cup than keeping Harry and Elliot alive!"

"I want them alive! Without them, we won't win the cup!"

Summoning a bag of popcorn from the kitchen, I watched with enjoyment. "You don't get it, do you? We were keeping those two alive!"

"I know you were, but come on! I mean…they got a FIREBOLT! We would have had the cup in the sack!"

"Oh come off it, Fred! Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to go to a non-Quidditch ruled area."

And with that, Amanda stormed up the stairs to the girls' dormitory. Fred went to follow when I stated, "You step on that step and you'll have a lot of angry girlst at you."

Fred turned and his face was flushed. "Oh…hey Elliot! How long have you…er…been sitting there?"

I just smiled and replied, "Long enough."

"Oh, well…good night!"

Very quickly,Fred bolted up the opposite staircase to the boys' dormitory. I laughed as Harry came down the stairs. "You ready, Elliot?" he asked.

I nodded and together, we headed out the portrait and towards the Muggle Studies classroom. All the while, I wondered what Lupin had planned for us. Did he actually manage to snatch a Dementor? I hped not. Finally, we arrived in the classroom and we saw Lupin struggling to push a crate into the middle of the room. "Ah, good evening! Please, come in!"

After Harry walked in, I closed the door and came to a halt next to Harry. "Now, the spell I am about to teach you is very advanced magic. It is called the Patronus Charm. Now, the patronus is a postivie form of energy that acts as a shield. In order to conjure a Patronus, you need to think of a really happy, powerful memory and mutter the incantation, Expecto Patronum. Do you have one?"

Closing my eyes, I thought of the day when Hagrid came to visit Amanda, Rachel and I and told us we were witches. Opening my eyes, we both nodded and he said, "Harry, why don't you go first?"

I sat off to the side and watched as Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at the crate. Motioning his hand across the crate, the locks unlocked and the lid opened. From inside came a Dementor who had its senses fixed on Harry. I watched as Harry repeated the incantation, but nothing happened. Harry fainted and Lupin stepped in front. The Dementor changed into a moon, making me realize that it was a boggart. With the Ridiculous spell, he shut the boggart back in the crate and helped Harry up. "Harry, are you alright?" he asked.

I quickly came over and saw Harry begin to stir. "W…what happened?" he asked.

"You fainted."

"It's normal. I would have been shocked if you got it on your first try, Harry. This is really advanced magic. Here, eat this. It will help."

Lupin handed Harry a chunk of chocolate. As Harry took a bite, he asked, "Out of curiousity, but what memory did you choose?"

"The first time I rode a broom."

I smiled. That was going to be my second choice if the first memory didn't work. However, Lupin said, "No, not NEARLY powerful enough. Harry, you rest. Let's give Elliot a turn."

Harry moved off to the side as I took his place in front of the crate. "You ready, Elliot?"

With my thoughts trained on my memory, I nodded and watched as the boggart came at me. It was a Dementor, like Harry's, which was a good thing. With my memory in my mind, I shouted, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

But nothing happened. I tried again and again, but nothing happened. I heard my Dad shout something, then darkness. I woke up immediately with a piece of chocolate thrust in my face. "Here. It's alright. Now, if YOU had produced a patronus, I really would have been shocked. What was your memory?"

"The day Hagrid told me I was a witch."

"Ah, yes. That is happy, but still not powerful enough. No, you need something more powerful than that. It has to be REALLY happy."

I thought as hard as I could. Meeting the Weasleys was a good memory, but that wasn't going to be powerful enough. Watching Malfoy get attacked by Buckbeak sure was a great feeling, but that dragged me back to the hearing. Hagrid was going to tell us the verdict any day now. Hmmm…nothing really incredibly happy appeared in my mind. I was sure Harry was having a hard time too. Then, I thought of something. I wasn't sure it was real, but I told Lupin, "I have one more. It's a bit complicated, but I think it will work."

"Is it powerful?"

I nodded. "Well then, let's give you a go."

The moment I had my wand raised, I felt something weird. I felt like my powers were more powerful than ever before. When Lupin opened the trunk, I focused my thoughts on the memory and shouted, "Expecto Patronum!"

A white mist came from the tip of my wand and shielded me against the boggart. The boggart tried to get through, but was forced back into the crate. Quickly, Lupin locked the Dementor in and I fell back against a chair. "Well done, Elliot! Well done!"

He came over, as did Harry. "How are you feeling?" asked Lupin.

"Tired, but that was weird. I felt like…"

"Your powers were magnified?"

I looked at Lupin strangely. "Yeah, how did…?"

"It was because of Harry."

I looked over at Harry, who had an equal look of perplexion on his face. "You two are twins, are you not? Because you are twins, you share each others' powers. It's quite, amazing, actually. Whenever you two are focused on a single spell, you transfer your powers between one another to help them. Were you focused on a memory for you patronus, Harry?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, what was your memory?" Lupin asked Harry.

"Mum and Dad just talking to us," he replied.

"That was my memory," I added.

"Yes, well that explains a lot, certainly. You both were focused on your memory that you both used the power of that memory to help one another. Together, you two are very powerful, indeed. You could have given your father a run for his money."

I smiled. I couldn't wait to tell the others that if anyone messed with Harry and I, they were in big trouble. "Well, I think now is a good time to stop. We can always meet again to fine tune your patronuses. That white mist you saw was a weak one, but with some practice, you'll be able to conjure a corpeal patronus. Now then, you should go before someone catches you out of bed."

We nodded and quickly made our way back to Gryffindor Tower. Once inside, Rachel and Amanda stood with Hermione and Ron, who had a letter clenched in his fingers. All of them seemed sad. "What's the matter?" I asked.

"You remember the trial of Buckbeaks?" asked Amanda.

"Yeah, why?"

"Hagrid lost. They're going to execute Buckbeak."

I couldn't believe my ears. That no good, slimeball Malfoy! I was going to make that turd pay. Poor Hagrid. "We should probably go see him," said Harry.

"Not tonight, it's too late. We'll wait to see him tomorrow," replied Hermione.

We nodded and all split to head to bed. I was about to head upstairs when Harry asked, "Can I borrow the map for tonight? I'm not tired and I want something to do to get me to sleep."

I nodded and quickly ran up the stairs, retrieving the map. Once it was in my hand, I handed it off to Harry and went to bed. The moment I closed my eyes, I envisioned myself punching Malfoy in the face. Oh how I hated Malfoy!

TBC…

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