Young Love
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Harry's P.O.V.w
"There you are. You came."
The voice of Remus Lupin, professor of Defence Against The Dark Arts, was heard from the top of out meetup place. (It appears to be Dumbledore's office, but I don't know if Dumbledore would lend his office to someone.)
"Are you sure about this, Harry?" He asked. "This is very advanced magic well beyond the Ordinary Wizarding Level."
If I can defend myself from the dementors that love me oh so much. Yeah, willing to. Don't want to feel the grief and depression I felt last time. Yeah, I'm sure.
"I'm sure." I don't want to rant with him.
"Well, everything's prepared." He replied.
Just then, somebody came through the door. "Sorry, Professor. Something came up." A familiar voice said.
Fire hair. (That's a nickname)
"Tess?" I asked. "Harry." She said. "What are you doing here?" I asked her.
She's not supposed to be here. Why would she be here? Wait, is she here for--? She can't be. But then again, I know her. She would do this.
She would protect me.
"I think you know the answer." She replied. "Yeah..." I said.
"Why?"
"I want to protect you. I need to. I'll continue to feel bad for you even though you're 50% precent fine afterwards." She replied. I hugged her and spun her around. "Thanks."
"It's what friends are for." We pulled apart.
(Dammit, Tess. Harry now thinks he's in the friendzone.)
"Tess, would you please stand over there? Harry now is going to learn the charm whilst you're here for practice." The Professor kindly asked.
"Yes, sir." She walked over to the stairs and sat down on one of the steps. "Now, Harry." The Professor walked down the stairs, awkwardly but carefully making it past Tess. "The spell I'll be teaching you is called the Patronus Charm." I nodded along. "Did you ever hear of it?"
Not that I think so, no.
I shook my head no. "No? Well."
"A Patronus is a kind of positive force. For the wizard that can conjure one, it works 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." The Professor explained. "Can you do this?"
I nodded.
I could, I don't think I can, but I could.
(Harry here's a pessimist.)
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