a new kind of love ᝰ h. potter

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𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

"(Y/N)!" Harry yelled as he ran up to her.

"Hey Harry." She smiled at him.

"Hey, I was wondering if you would like to come with me to my lesson." He said.

"What lesson?" She questioned.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Professor Lupin is teaching me how to defend myself from the dementors. Would you like to join?" He was hoping she would join.

"I would love too, but I promised Cho I'd help her with our Muggle studies homework." Harry's smile dropped, "maybe I can join another lesson if Professor Lupin is ok with it?"

"Yeah... ok, I'll ask I him." He gave her a small smile before walking off.

"Harry, you came." Professor Lupin said as Harry entered the classroom.

"Now are you sure about this, Harry? You know this is very advanced magic, well beyond the ordinary wizarding level."

"I'm sure." Harry stated.

"Well everything is prepared. Now the spell I'm going to try to teach you is called the patronus charm , did you ever hear of it?" Lupin asks.

Harry shook his head.

"No? Well, the patronus is a kind of positive force and for the wizard who can conjure one, it's something like a shield, with the dementor feeding on it rather than him. But in order for it to work, you need to think of a memory. Not just any memory, a very happy memory, a very powerful memory. Can you do this?"

Harry nodded his head.

"Yes? Very well, close your eyes. Concentrate. Explore your past." Lupin guided him, "do you have a memory? Allow it to fill you up, loose yourself within it. Then speak the incantation expecto patronum."

"Expecto patronum." Harry repeats.

"Shall we?" The Professor asks.

Harry nods again.

"Wand at the ready."

Lupin nodded to Harry before opening the chest the Boggart was in. Harry could already feel its cold presence, surrounding him. It flew out of the chest, and Harry felt the same horrible feeling he had felt countless times before.

"Expecto patronum!" Harry shouts, nothing happens, "expecto patronum!" He yells again, "expe-"

He heard it again, the same woman screaming. His mum screaming.

"Here we go, come on, sit up." Professor Lupin spoke, pulling Harry into a sitting position.

"Deep breaths it's alright I didn't expect you to do it the first time, that would've been remarkable. Here, eat this you'll feel better."

"That's one nasty dementor." Harry says, eating the chocolate the Professor handed him.

"Ohh no, no, no, no, no. That was a Boggart Harry, a Boggart. The real thing would be worse, much much worse. As a matter of interest, what were you thinking? Which memory did you choose?"