Harry Potter and the Flying Squad (01) - Sahits

Harry frowned. What did Lupin have in mind? He followed his teacher - out of the room,
through the corridor, down a seemingly endless number of staircases. Finally, they reached a
dungeon totally unknown to him.
Lupin whispered something to a small picture of an ugly-looking creature, sitting on a threelegged
dog.
The door opened.
Entering the dark room, Lupin hissed, "Lumos."
Waiting at the door, Harry watched as the teacher used the light from his wand to reach a spot
at the wall and to light some torches. However, even with their light, the end of the large
dungeon kept hidden in darkness.
Lupin waited for Harry to come closer, then pointed. "Over there is a Dementor ... It's
captured and right now in a stupefied state. I will activate it - and you, Harry, will chase it
back into its cell ... Ready?"
"Wait a second!" Harry felt a rush of horror. "You mean - there's a real one?"
"Yes. It's no fake."
"How did you catch it? ... How did you stupefy it?"
In the wavering torchlight, Lupin's face showed a smile of clenched teeth. "It wasn't my work
alone. There's no need unsettling you with the details, but trust my word, it was a tricky job ...
Sufficient to say - if your Patronus fails, I'm right at your side ... Okay?"
"Okay." Despite the cold down here, Harry felt sweat on his temples.
When Lupin moved to the darker part, Harry couldn't see nor hear what his trainer was doing,
until he came back with quick steps, to place himself at Harry's side.
A moment passed.
All senses on alert, Harry could hear slow steps. Even before the large, cloaked figure
appeared in the dim light, he felt the frightening cold, the unmistakable hallmark of a
Dementor.
Thoughts whirled through his mind. Was it true? Had he overcome the freezing panic which
previously took him when confronted with Dementors?
Examining his inner self, he still recognized horror, but only as the natural recoiling of a
warm body from this inhuman being. What he felt in addition was the growing rage, the same
he'd felt when hearing that Hermione should be killed.
This rage, growing with every step of the approaching Dementor, seemed more than
compensation for the unearthly cold.
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