• gryffιndor • under heavy editing

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I feel someone shaking me violently.

"Y/N! We have to get away from it!" George says with panic puppeting him. He tl runs towards the crowd with all the other students, me following a few steps beging him.

Once George makes it to the other side of the room, the Dementor comes in front of me, restraining me from reaching the rest of the stidents. A gasp comes out of me as I feel the adrenaline pumping into my veins.

"Y/N!" the twins yell in unison.

My hands tremble and I look up at the Dementor in terror, my eyes wide like a deer's. Happiness goes away· I feel as if I won't be smiling ever again. As if I'll be depressed for the rest of my life.

Quirrel shouts to the panicked students. "Calm d-down everyone!" But the only thing I pay attention to is my demise. Lips trembling,  I feel the back of my throat burn and tears threatening to fall.

I take out my wand hesitantly while watching it stare at me. I take a deep breath and exhale with forced courage. But anything forced isn't pure, nor lasts.

"Expecto Patronum!" I yell at the top of my lungs. A gentle bright light emerges from the tip of my wand, becoming stronger and stromfer. A proud-looking lioness forms, floating between me and the Dementor. She roars and a high pitched scream comes out from the Dementor.

Wind blows my locks back and my eyes are slightly open, forced to stay focused on the situation. When the light fades, the Dementor is gone. I stand there frozen, with my wand still raised. I look at the others, only to see them looking at me in shock.

My hand falls and the twins rush to hug me. I hug back and bury my face on George's chest. The silence in the room is eerie. And someone claps. Everyone follows suit until almost everyone is clapping.

Dumbledore burges in the classroom quickly with his wand in hand. He looks at everyone, making sure we're all alright. and looks at the twins and me.

He looks at the wand in my hand. Fred puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder, causing me to look up at him. Quirrel and Dumbledore talk in the door', just when Snape runs at them.

The twins let go of me, looking at the broken windows.

. . .

I take a seat, looking down at my food. However, I can't seem to be focusing on it. My attention is on my racing thoughts that give goosebumps on my skin.

“Are you alright?”

My gaze jumps up to Fred, who eyes me worriedly. I smile dryly at him, nodding multiple times.

“You know, it's not something to worry about. You saved our arses back there,” he says, taking a bite from his plate.

"Are you Y/N L/N?" We look behind us and see a young boy· must be a first-year. I look at Fred for a microsecond, then back at the boy.

“Yes, that's me. May I ask why?” I question. I can tell he's Hufflepuff by his robe.

“Is it true that you confronted a real Dementor inside school today?” he asks innocently.

“Uuum...” I start, but trail off. Is he supposed to know?

“Yes she did.” George replies.

“And she made it disappear.” Fred adds.

“We were witnesses,” they both say in unison. I blush and look down at my plate while smiling like an idiot.

I've got this weird feeling, like eyes are on me, so I look around.

Awkwardness stalks me when I see many students staring. notice several students looking at me.

“Are you still feeling sad?” George asks from next to me.

I let out a breathy laugh, stuffing my mouth. “Bet I can help you with that,”

I look up at him and he winks, causing me to swallow incorrectly. He laughs, patting my back. “Relax, I was only joking Y/N!”

Oh.

“Right,” I say weirdly, feeling somewhat disappointed.