‘Harry!’ ‘Hermione, if you think I was going to sit here and let her pretend –’ ‘Harry, Mrs Cattermole!’ Harry whirled round, throwing off the Invisibility Cloak; down below, the Dementors had moved out of their corners; they were gliding towards the woman chained to the chair: whether because the Patronus had vanished or because they sensed that their masters were no longer in control, they seemed to have abandoned restraint. Mrs Cattermole let out a terrible scream of fear as a slimy, scabbed hand grasped her chin and forced her face back. ‘EXPECTO PATRONUM!’ The silver stag soared from
EXPECTO PAAAAAAATRONUMMM
