Harry Potter and the Flying Squad (01) - Sahits

A new group appeared under the trees, small compared to the Giants but huge against the
wizards.
Harry heard himself snarl. Dementors.
They moved toward the first wagons, in a fair distance from their own. The number of
Dementors in the plain was growing and growing.
Since the train's stopping, not more than three minutes had passed.
At the far end of the tree line, some uproar took his attention. Harry heard shouting that
sounded like husky voices through a loudspeaker - Giants' voices. Then rapid banging of
wood on wood drowned the voices.
Moments later, a new group of Giants appeared from the direction of the noise, armed with
the same type of wood weapons. Keeping a steady step, they moved along the tree line.
Harry watched how they reached the next Giant, swung their weapons, knocked him down,
and moved further. As small as their number was, compared to the total of Giants along the
trees, they fought as a group.
He clenched his fists - another point for their side. Then he saw a smaller figure moving along
the group. Recognizing it, he wheeled around. "Hagrid's there - with our Giants. They're
trashing the others, one after the other."
The wizards were moving toward Hagrid and his Giants.
Before they could reach the middle of the plain, the large door of the freight wagon flew open,
banging in its track like a cannon shot.
Green and blue spurts flashed through the air like lightnings, hitting the wizards outside. Only
two were still upright after the first wave.
Harry saw a figure jumping from the wagon, a stooped shape running toward the Dementors.
It stopped, a blazing light shot up. Condensed to the biggest wolf Harry could imagine, silvery
and brilliant.
The wolf raced toward the Dementors and started to circle along the group, pushing them
away from the train.
Harry felt like dancing up and down. He turned inside. "Lupin's Patronus is chasing the
Dementors. Our own wizards have knocked most of the others."
The two boys gaped. Hermione and Cho were sitting with all senses listening to the battle
sounds, right hands close to their wands.
Harry scanned the battle scene again.
So far, it looked good. However, the Giants' fight no longer resembled an afternoon walk. The
line along the trees had dissolved, large figures were hurrying toward the cluster, which made
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