Chapter Nine - Patronus

10.3K 486 882
                                    

"Good Morning everybody! I'm sure that you are all tired, but to day is a very special day!" Professor Osborne said with excitement, the day had been a long one, filled mainly with theoretical learning, yet he still wore his dazzling white smile.

"For today, students, we are going to be learning how to cast a Patronus." At this all students backs straightened slightly, even the most arrogant student who showed no respect for Professor Osborne, Scott McReedy.

Scott McReedy was a student who Harry had grown to dislike, which he obviously didn't show when assisting. Scott was arrogant, showed no respect to anyone and reminded Harry an awful lot of Malfoy in his younger years. The difference between Scott and younger Malfoy was that he treated students and teachers alike. His arrogance didn't simmer down when a teacher walked through into the class, if anything it intensified. Scott had been sent up to Professor McGonagall's private office more times than Harry could count.

"Now, the Patronus charm is hard, I will not lie. But if Professor Potter here can learn it in third year then all of you should be able to cast at least a non-corporeal patronus as you are all fifth-year." Some eyes filled with slight wonder made their way to Harry, and he could feel his face flushing at his mention.

Professor Osborne then cleared his throat, and all eyes went straight back to him. "Now everyone, externally there is no specific hand movement required to cast the patronus charm, simply the words 'Expecto Patronum'. But you must reach deep inside yourself, to your happiest memories for you to cast a patronus. Some of you may exceed expectations and cast not only a patronus, but a corporeal patronus. This means that your patronus will take the shape of an animal, for example mine is a lynx."

Professor Osborne then went into more in depth theory of the spell, and going on about how it was used against dementors. Before going on about the history of the spell, and soon all evidence that the class were excited was gone, but after what must have been at least an hour of talking, Professor Osborne's droning stopped.

Now, enough with the boring stuff! I'm sure that you are all excited to try your hand at the Patronus charm, I trust you all have your wands, so line up! All against the wall now, C'mon, hurry!" Professor Osborne said excitedly, all of the students hurrying past Harry, Draco and Professor Osborne to the back wall, behind the desk as the charismatic teacher had ordered, in a rough line.

"Daisy, as you at the front, you can be the first to try" A short, rather plump girl with blond frizzy hair gulped nervously, then cautiously walked forward. Harry noticed several other things, one being that she was wearing a Ravenclaw tie, and the other being that some of the students behind her were sniggering, both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

"Lets see how the girl manages now her nose isn't stuck in a bloody book." Whispered rather loudly the tall, slim Gryffindor girl who was just behind Daisy in a pompous, stereotypical English accent. Harry vaguely recalled her name to be Chantelle.

Two other identical students standing either side of her barely managed to hold their snigger. One of the only differences between the two was that one was male and one was female, one with a loose comb over and quiff, the other with long sleek locks. The only other difference was that one was in Ravenclaw, the boy. And the other was in Gryffindor, the girl. But except from that they held the same physical features, a tall and slim frame, golden blond hair and striking green eyes.

"Miss Murray , I really can't allow that, twenty points from Gryffindor." Professor Osborne replied to Chantelle. Harry ignored the scowl that followed from the rude girls scrunched up face, and focused on Daisy, who's face was flushed red from the public embarrassment.

Harry gave a small, supportive smile towards Daisy, who returned the gesture before bringing out her wand. Daisy's hand was shaking viciously and a few beads of perspiration were dotted across the sides of her forehead.

Let Me Love You // DRARRYWhere stories live. Discover now