Harry Potter and the Serpent Items: Part 22

“Be gone. There’s no one for you here.” Hermione watched in shock as Harry toppled forward only to catch himself halfway down and stand up straight, except she didn’t think it was Harry. Not with the amber eyes. The boy in place of her friend drew Harry’s wand out of his back pocket and pointed it at the creature, “Expecto Patronum!”

A silvery light erupted from Harry’s wand, taking the shape of a silver serpent which launched itself at the robed figure in front of them. The creature ran away, the glowing silver serpent in fast pursuit.

“And stay out!” Powel bellowed after the Dementor, knowing full damn well what it was that had invaded his host’s carriage and brought to the fore memories so bad that it had caused Harry to pass out. Powel didn’t doubt that, had he been in control he wouldn’t have been in a much better state. The spirit of the Bracer went to re-enter his carriage only for a hand to grasp his shoulder.

“You might want to dismiss your patronus, Harry.” Lupin said softly, a look of confusion and concern on his face.

Powel shook his head, glowering at Lupin as he did so, “Not until I know the Dementor is off of the train.”

Lupin paused for a moment, impressed by the bravery shown in wanting to protect his friends and shocked by both the sheer power radiating off the boy in front of him and the skill shown in being able to cast the patronus at such a young age. Then he nodded his understanding. “The Dementors are here on Ministry orders. They’re looking for Sirius Black.” Lupin explained, “They’ll think you’re hiding him if you won’t let them search your carriage.”

Powel scowled before whispering, “And Padfoot?”

Lupin scowled slightly, remembering the twitching mess that the black furred canine had been reduced to before the Dementor had left the room, “He’ll be fine.”

Powel scowled at the implications that his host’s Godfather wasn’t ‘fine’ now but took the hint. If he wanted Harry to remain whole and sound, he would dismiss his patronus before the Dementors came back. He waved his host’s wand and the snake he had summoned slowly faded away.

“Chocolate?” Lupin asked, tossing Powel a chocolate frog from the pile of chocolates that had been piled up on the table in Harry’s compartment while Harry had been snoozing.

Powel opened the packaging, and watched, fascinated as the chocolate frog inside tried to escape, managing to catch it before it fell on the floor and biting it’s head off.

“Feeling vindictive?” Lupin looked amused.

Powel just snorted at him, ill amused by the entire situation. When he met the idiot who had decided that letting Dementors live around children without teaching the children how to defend themselves from them was a good idea, he was going to rip the man limb from limb. Slowly. Starting with the guy’s toes.

“Stay in here with your friends.” Lupin recommended, “I’ll see what’s going on.”

Powel nodded and re-entered the compartment to find that Harry’s friends were staring at him. “Yes?” He asked grouchily, poking at Harry’s mind, trying to wake the boy up so he could go back to sleep and not getting very far.

“You lack any of the subtlety you used to have.” Luna said, causing Powel to pause midway through eating a second piece of chocolate and look at the girl properly, trying to work out whether it was Luna or Helga talking and slightly envious of Helga’s control over her subconscious illusions.

Powel opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione beat him to the punch.

“You’re not Harry, are you?” She demanded, worried about her friend.

“Are you sure she doesn’t hold Ravenclaw’s Pendant?” Luna asked, confirming in Powel’s mind that it was Helga talking.

“I don’t have a Serpent Item.” Hermione snapped, angry at being deflected. “Now answer my question!”

“No, I’m not. My name is Powel Redgrave, not Harry Potter.” Powel growled, still feeling like crap from exposure to the Dementor, both from his host’s experience and his own and not needing to go through this discussion right now. To his relief, his host finally responded to his nudging and stirred slightly.

Without a second thought Powel dropped Harry in control and retreated to the Bracer.

“Damn.” Hermione complained, “I wanted to know what that spell was he used to scare it away. Dementors don’t scare easily.”

“It’s called the Patronus Charm.” Helga explained, “It’s the only thing that can repel a Dementor. There are spells that can kill them, but unfortunately I’ve forgotten them and it looks like Powel has too.”

That appealed to Hermione’s insane research drive and she instantly started thinking through the books in the school library and the books Harry had picked up over the summer, trying to think if there was anything in the ones she had read about how to destroy a Dementor.

Ron, however, was watching Harry who was looking pale and hadn’t said a word since he’d been shoved back into control by the spirit of his Serpent Item. “You alright Harry? Lupin said chocolate helps.”

Harry nodded listlessly and picked up a chocolate bar, quickly eating it and regaining some of his colour. “Sorry if I scared anyone.”

“Did you pass out?” Helga asked him, making Harry embarrassed. Somehow it was worse a Founder knowing than it was his friends. On the plus side Powel had made sure he wasn’t a drooling idiot by taking over the moment he had passed out but it was still embarrassing.

“You’re not the first.” Helga informed him, taking his silence for the confirmation it was. “We all had issues with Dementors. Even Godric struggled when brought face to face with them. It’s why Powel was so keen on learning the Patronus charm.”

That made sense and it kind of made Harry feel better, to know that he wasn’t being judged for his inability to stand up against the creature. Then a thought hit him. “Who screamed?”

“Huh?” Ron asked.

“No one screamed, Harry.” Hermione shook her head.

“It was probably a memory.” Luna said, taking control back from the spirit of her Comb, “The Dementors can do that you know, make you relieve your worst memories.”

“But...” Harry was confused, but he didn’t say anything more, just let the chatter of his friends keep him occupied on the rest of the journey, stepping out only to change into his school robes and taking care to hide the Bracer underneath his robes, though he wasn’t sure it would be enough once he was back in the hustle and bustle of the school.