fifteen || Year 3 ✔️

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A cyclone of dementors whirl madly above Harry, Amelia and Sirius.

Amelia and Harry watches Harry vainly attempt to conjure a Patronus as the cyclone only continues to grow...

"This is horrible..." commented Hermione.

"Don't worry. My Dad and Amelia's mum will come...Right there...you'll see...they'll come...any minute...they'll conjure the Patronus." Harry tries to convince.

Amelia & Hermione eyes Harry warily. He is transfixed, staring hungrily toward the outcrop. The wind rises. The Lake begins to freeze. One after another, Dementors drop from the sky, vanish in the cyclone...

"No one's coming, Harry..." said Amelia.                                 

"THEY WILL! They will come!" Harry tries, desperately.

They look, but there was nothing. Desperately, her eyes flash to the cyclone, to the pitiful sight of Harry, Amelia & Sirius at the water's edge... wracked with pain... almost dying...

"No one's coming! You're dying, three of you...and no ones coming!" Hermione looks at Harry wearily, and desperately.

Harry and Amelia's face changes.  A riddle unravels. They draw their wand, and look at each other, nodding.

"Harry, Amelia, NO!" Hermione shouts.

Too late. The two slashes through the trees, down to the rocky outcrop, to the exact spot where Harry thought, Amelias mum and his father appeared. Poising their wand, they look out over the sea of Dementors on the other side of the lake.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" They both yelled in unison.

A  wisp of silver escapes his wand, hovering like a mist, then blooms magnificently. The trees explode with light. The Lake blazes  with reflected fire. They stand utterly still, wand extended to the heavens. Across the
lake, the Dementors retreat. Harry and Amelia  wait, still as a statue, until each and every one is gone. Then he simply lets their arm drop. Amelia and Harry share a grin.

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The three rides Buckbeak, soaring toward the castle. Outside the grounds, the Dementors wait restlessly. Up ahead, Fudge and Snape enter the Dark Tower,  torches in hand.

"You two were right. It wasn't my dad or Amelia's mum I saw earlier. It was...us. We saw ourselves conjuring the Patronus before. I knew I could do it this time, because...Because I'd already done it." Harry babbles. "Does that make sense?"                                

Hermione & Amelia contemplates this. "Absolutely not, Harry." said Amelia.

"No." Hermione truthfully answers. She looks down in fear. "I don't like this- AHH!"

Moments later, Buckbeak lands.                                                                                   

Sirius paces within a small cell, a man condemned.Spying Harry, Amelia & Hermione, he stops. Stunned to see them.

Amelia pushes past Harry. "Out of the way! Alohomora!"

Sirius tests the iron door. Still locked. "Didn't really expect that to work."

Hermione stares at her, furrowing.

Wand flashing, Amelia tries spell after spell. "Dunamis! Liberare! Annihilare! Emancipare! No, no, no, no!!!"

"You might try—" Hermione was cut of my Amelia's glare and sneer.

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