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THE SNOW WAS NOW MELTING AND THE HOGSMEADE VISITS WERE DONE.
and now, was your lesson with lupin on how to keep dementors away.
"harry, [name]. there you both are. you came. now, are you sure about this, you two? you know this is very advanced magic well beyond the ordinary wizarding level" lupin says, he was leaning on some railing on a small inside balcony.
"we're sure" you say in sync.
"well, everything is prepared" he points down next to you.
"now, the spell i'm going to try and teach you is called the patronus charm. did you ever hear of it?" lupin asks as he strolls down the stairs.
you both shake your head.
"no? well... a patronus is a kind of positive force. and for the wizard who can conjure one, it works something like a shield, with the dementor feeding on it rather than him"
you listen intently.
he leans on a big black box, "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?"
"yes" harry says, you just blink.
"very well. close your eyes"
you both close your eyes.
"concentrate. explore your past"
you think deeply, your happiest memory was surely your parents dying, right? they were terrible to you and when you had found them all bloody on the floor that night, you felt a whole lot of relief.
"do you have a memory? allow it to fill you up. lose yourself within it. then speak the incantation, expecto patronum"
so you imagine yourself, back in your old house. it was a nice place, quite modern. it was a mix of brown and lighter brown decoration, homely, right? wrong.
most families have photos of their children hung up all around, yeah? well, not in this house. there wasn't a single photo of you on any desk or bench. the only photo's being paintings or pictures of your parents together.
that wasn't a home. no, it was nothing more than a house you were forced to live in.
you imagine yourself back in your 8 year old body, casually walking through the house.
through the kitchen, into the dining room and out into the lounge room.
the first thing you see being a red-stained carpet, your eyes drag themselves upward, facing the sight of your parents bloody and sprawled out on the ground.
