Finding the Truth (Being edited)

chapter 19 - The Change

Ciarra had a moment's indecision, but there was nothing they could do for Ron at the moment, and by the sound of it, Black was in trouble -- 

Then there was a squak from behind them, Orla was coming back but done of the teachers were following her. She landed behind them and transformed quickly her face full of worry and panic. 

"Dumbledore's not in his study" she said looking around "Where's Pettigrew?"

"He transformed" Hermione said quickly. Orla shook her head them looked back up to the three teenagers.

"Harry and Hermione I don't want to put you in any more danger so you have to go, hide in the forest" she said Ciarra looked towards her why was she not included in that why did she not need to hide.

Harry seemed to be thinking the exact same thing and said "What about Ciarra?"

Orla's face fell her eyes losing the brightness they had left. 

"She's one of the things you need protecting from I didn't realise the date she'll be-"

"going through the change" Hermione blurted.

"Exactly you must go," Orla said shooeing Harry and Hermione away. Ciarra watched as her friends ran away into the forbiddon forest leaving her behind to go through whatever the change was.

"Look at me darling you'll get through this, I did so you will,"

Ciarra stared at her mother then suddenly the world went red and an overwhelming hunger came over her.

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Harry waited with Hermione behind a tree waiting for everything to be safe it was torture his only family left could be dead and one of his friends was having who knows what happen to her.

There was a sudden scream coming from in the forrest before he knew what he was doing he set off in a run and Hermione right behind him. The yelping seemed to be coming from the ground near the edge of the lake. They pelted toward it, and Harry, running flat out, felt the cold without realizing what it must mean -  

The yelping stopped abruptly. As they reached the lakeshore, they saw why -- Sirius had turned back into a man. He was crouched on all fours, his hands over his head.  

"Nooo," he moaned. "Nooo... please...."  

And then Harry saw them. Dementors, at least a hundred of them, gliding in a black mass around the lake toward them. He spun around, the familiar, icy cold penetrating his insides, fog starting to obscure his vision; more were appearing out of the darkness on every side; they were encircling them....  

"Hermione, think of something happy!" Harry yelled, raising his wand, blinking furiously to try and clear his vision, shaking his head to rid it of the faint screaming that had started inside it --  

I'm going to live with my godfather. I'm leaving the Dursleys.  

He forced himself to think of Black, and only Black, and began to chant: "Expecto patronum! Expecto patronum!"  

Black gave a shudder, rolled over, and lay motionless on the ground, pale as death.  

He'll be all right. I'm going to go and live with him.  

"Expecto patronum! Hermione, help me! Expecto patronum!" 

 "Expecto --" Hermione whispered, "expecto -- expecto --" 

 But she couldn't do it. The Dementors were closing in, barely ten feet from them. They formed a solid wall around Harry and Hermione, and were getting closer.... 

 "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry yelled, trying to blot the screaming from his ears. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" 

 A thin wisp of silver escaped his wand and hovered like mist before him. At the same moment, Harry felt Hermione collapse next to him. He was alone... completely alone.... 

 "Expecto -- expecto patronum --" 

 Harry felt his knees hit the cold grass. Fog was clouding his eyes. With a huge effort, he fought to remember -- Sirius was innocent -- innocent -- We'll be okay -- I'm going to live with him -- 

 "Expecto patronum!" he gasped. 

 By the feeble light of his formless Patronus, he saw a Dementor halt, very close to him. It couldn't walk through the cloud of silver mist Harry had conjured. A dead, slimy hand slid out from under the cloak. It made a gesture as though to sweep the Patronus aside. 

 "No -- no --" Harry gasped. "He's innocent... expecto expecto patronum --" 

 He could feet them watching him, hear their rattling breath like an evil wind around him. The nearest Dementor seemed to be considering him. Then it raised both its rotting hands -- and lowered its hood. 

Where there should have been eyes, there was only thin, gray scabbed skin, stretched blankly over empty sockets. But there was a mouth... a gaping, shapeless hole, sucking the air with the sound of a death rattle. 

A paralyzing terror filled Harry so that he couldn't move or speak. His Patronus flickered and died. 

White fog was blinding him. He had to fight... expecto patronum... he couldn't see... and in the distance, he heard the familiar screaming... expecto patronum... he groped in the mist for Sirius, and found his arm... they weren't going to take him.... 

But a pair of strong, clammy hands suddenly attached themselves around Harry's neck. They were forcing his face upward... He could feel its breath... It was going to get rid of him first... He could feel its putrid breath... His mother was screaming in his ears... She was going to be the last thing he ever heard -- 

And then, through the fog that was drowning him, he thought he saw a silvery light growing brighter and brighter... He felt himself fall forward onto the grass.... Facedown, too weak to move, sick and shaking, Harry opened his eyes. The Dementor must have released him. The blinding light was illuminating the grass around him...The screaming had stopped, the cold was ebbing away... 

Something was driving the Dementors back... It was circling around him and Black and Hermione.... They were leaving.... 

The air was warm again.... 

With every ounce of strength he could muster, Harry raised his head a few inches and saw an animal amid the light, galloping away across the lake... Eyes blurred with sweat, Harry tried to make out what it was... It was as bright as a unicorn... Fighting to stay conscious, Harry watched it can'ter to a halt as it reached the opposite shore. For a moment, Harry saw, by its brightness, somebody welcoming it back... raising his hand to pat it... someone who looked strangely familiar... but it couldn't be... 

Harry didn't understand. He couldn't think anymore. He felt the last of his strength leave him, and his head hit the ground as he fainted.