"Expecto Patronum!" Makoto Hideki cried. From his wand sprang a silver jaguar, glowing fiercely against the darkness. But it wasn't enough. Makoto looked around and saw that he was the only one with a corporeal patronus. There were flashes of silver as his fellow students tried to ward off the Dementors, but they were badly outnumbered.
Was this the end? Makoto had worked so hard to excel at Mahoutokoro, yet all his training, his study, his effort; what did he have to show for it? His gold robes wouldn't help him against the Dementors. Was this really the end?
A few meters away from Makoto he saw a student fall to the ground. "Expecto Patronum!" she yelled, panic clear in her voice. A wisp of silver shot from her wand, but it barely slowed down the three Dementors approaching her.
No. "NO!" Makoto shouted. He pointed his wand and willed his patronus towards the three. It slammed into them, blasting them away. With a new determination in his eyes, Makoto turned to the swarm of Dementors. How could he have come so close to giving up? He wouldn't let these fiends hurt his friends, his rivals, or his family anymore.
"Brother…?" Makoto turned to his sister and forced himself to smile.
"It's gonna be ok," he said. He turned back to the Dementors and took a deep breath. He lifted his wand. He didn't think of a happy memory this time. He didn't imagine something joyful. All he did was let his love; for his sister, his friends, his parents, and even the school itself, flow through him, filling him up like a great bright light, until he felt he was shining with power.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Three different jaguars all sprang from Makoto's wand at once, each one glowing with unbelievable power. They surged forwards, warding off the Dementors, scattering them to the winds. The Dementors fled, vanishing from sight, and the sun broke through the clouds, bringing with it the light of hope. Makoto was no longer afraid. The Dementors, on the other hand, were.