The Last Descendant || A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 7

I told my friends I hate you but I love you just the same   |   Imgonnagetyouback, Taylor Swift.

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Aerea's anti-dementor lessons were getting a bit boring if she was being honest. Since she got it her first try, she just kept getting better and better to the point that her patronus had taken its strongest form of an animal.

For her, it was a dragon. It made her think back to her nightmare with the dragon in it.

Of course, the first time Aerea managed it, she was thrilled, but after that, she decided to just watch Harry produce his protronus over and over again.

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It was the day of the Quidditch match of Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw.

Aerea was peacefully eating her breakfast when she heard Draco drop his fork onto his plate.

She turned to look at him, confused.

"What?" She asked.

"Look at Potter." He said, still staring.

Aerea furrowed her eyebrows but looked anyway.

At first, she didn't see much, then she saw him holding the brand new Firebolt that had come out previously.

"Wow," Aerea said, her eyes widening a bit. "Good luck beating that." She returned to her breakfast.

"That's all you have to say?" Draco asked in disbelief.

"What? You want me to go over there and yank the broom out of his hands? You could ask Father for it if you so desperately want it." Aerea rolled her eyes.

Of course, she knew her brother would barely stand a chance against the Firebolt, but he barely stood a chance anyway. He wasn't that good, though she'd never say it out loud. Whether or not she liked it, Harry was and probably always will be a better Seeker.

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Standing in the Quidditch stands, Aerea and Daphne were cheering the Ravenclaw team on as they scored.

Aerea snorted at Mcgonagall, who was yelling at Lee Jordan to actually commentate on the game and not the Firebolt.

Out of nowhere, three hooded figures walked onto the grounds.

"Dementors!" Daphne gasped.

"It can't be." Aerea muttered under her breath. They didn't affect her in any way. Normally, she could feel them coming.

Harry saw them too and grabbed his wand out of his robes, and cast a perfect patronus charm. Immediately after that, he dived down and grabbed the snitch.

Before Aerea could even comprehend what just happened, everyone around her screamed in her ear, indicating that Gryffindor had won.

"Are you alright?" Daphne asked, looking worried.

"I'm fine." Aerea said, making her way through the crowd.

"But the dementors -"

"They weren't real." Aerea said. She figured it out just after Harry cast the spell.

"What?" Daphne sounded completely confused. "Who would dress up as a dementor?"

"I'll give you a guess who wasn't with us during the match?" Aerea and Daphne made it to solid ground.

"Wha -" realisation appeared on her face. "You don't think?"

"Oh, he would." Aerea said, walking into the pitch.