-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦Twenty-

✧PRONGS & PADFOOT✧

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 Coming upon a lake, Cara knew that if it wasn't for the current situation of seeing both her uncle being fed on or Harry trying to block the attacks...She would've adored this lake.

But the terror was far too strong for her to properly comprehend anything else other than the pure terror or worry for her uncle.

It was damning to see Harry's reaction in watching himself conjure a Patronus, anything the former Potter tried to produce wasn't enough—Not with the numbers that swarmed around at the presence of Sirius Black.

"This is horrible..." Hermione said with pure dread lacing her words, and Cara knew that this is where Sirius had been captured hereafter.

"Don't worry. My dad will come...Right there...You'll see...He'll come any minute—He'll conjure the Patronus." Either of the girls had eyed him warily as he became transfixed at the scene before him, and yet when the lake began to freeze it caused Cara to jump back.

"No one's coming Harry..." Hermione warned, and Harry expressed his denial. Yet nothing had come, and the cyclone of circling Dementors seemed to be growing more and more aggressive as time had passed.

"Harry! No one is coming! You're dying, the both of you...no one is coming!" Cara's voice had been desperate, nearly bringing her to tears in seeing such a sight of her Uncle.

And then it hit him, the riddle unraveled in his mind. Causing him to draw up his wand up before stepping forward.

It had been a beautiful sight, seeing the production of such a raw and pure patronus. It caused Cara to shiver from both his declaration of the enchantment and the magic that filled the air.

A wisp of silver escaped his wand, hovering like a sheer mist, however it bloomed magnificently in size. The trees exploding with light.

The lake blazes with the reflection of this blue essence and Cara could swear she could hear it in her ears on how powerful it was to cast away so many on all sides.

Yet it was the shape that the essence had taken that caused her to smile brightly. "Prongs."

When all was said, Harry stood utterly still, wand extended to the heavens and across the lake where the Dementors were retreating towards—But not after trying to fight past the blue whisp. Yet Harry waits, still as a statue, and produced an even stronger urge until all of them were leaving.

It was then he allowed himself to drop his arm.

Cara had pulled herself back, back the way they had come, and pulled herself into Buckbeak's embrace. Sniffling as they needed to wait for Sirius to be taken away and placed in the upmost cell of the Dark Tower.

If the Ministry doesn't capture him now, then they would simply continue to search the dark forest—Leaving room for capture on all three of them.

Hermione had offered a supportive touch to her shoulder, and Cara smiled to her friend.
"I hope he's alright after all that...It takes a toll on the soul, having it tormented for so many years." There wasn't anything that Hermione could say other than he will be alright once he's free, and it still managed to bring up Cara's attitude once they succeeded.

Harry, however, had come up behind them with an endless smile. Proud that he accomplished what he had sought out to do for so long.

"You were right. It wasn't my dad I saw earlier. It was me. I saw myself conjuring the Patronus before. I knew I could do it this time, because...because I'd already done it. Does that make sense?" Hermione contemplated it for a moment and shook her head, but Cara smiled regardless.