Harry Potter and the Flying Squad (01) - Sahits

"Harry, watch out!" It was Hermione, eyes wide open toward the train.
Harry spun around.
Close to the train stood Draco Malfoy, pale skin, hate twisting in his face. He had his wand
already pointing toward Harry.
Harry started to point his own wand, knowing he'd be too late. Draco had inhaled and opened
his mouth to shout his spell. Harry knew what it would be, the Killing Curse. The moment
span to eternity.
"Avada kiaaouuuhhh!"
Draco's voice was yelling at top pitch. A black shadow hung at his arm, two strong jaws
clenched around his wrist. In the echo of the shriek, Harry remembered the sharp, splintering
noise he had heard.
Two figures at both sides of Draco were in stasis, not knowing where to focus their attention,
the dog over Draco or Harry's group. Crabbe and Goyle at their usual performance.
"Get over!" To the dog, Harry shouted, "C'mon!"
They darted through the open spot ... passing a Hagrid who didn't pay attention ... some more
yards ... stopped. Fred and George arriving.
"Watch our back!" Harry turned, sucked air, closed his eyes ... His parents appeared, the
shining arc ...
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
At the last syllable, his eyes open again ...
A cloud emanating from his wand, golden and magnificent. It bent, waved, closed.
The Centaur gallopped toward the line of Dementors. It reached the first.
The cloaked figure jolted as if hit by an electric blast, issuing a shrill whimper.
The Centaur raced down the line, turned, came back, never leaving far from Harry's group.
One Dementor escaped the front, approaching them.
It hadn't come closer than six yards when the Centaur was there. The horse body seemed to
jump right through the creature.
The high-pitched shriek started, muffled, ebbed abruptly. The Centaur was already
hammering down the other side when the Dementor had collapsed in the grass.
Harry checked around.
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