Chapter 151 : Quidditch and the Unexpected Patronus

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Said potions master was smirking contently and was walking towards Harry along with the rest of the staff led by a gapping Sirius, a confused Dumbledore and a -goblins' gold!- skipping Professor McGonagall. Harry simply smiled at their direction and got ready to get his story straight; he knew he was going to need one eventually so he had come up with one the moment he had managed to conjure his first patronus. Severus had heard it, refined it a bit, and now it was ready for the telling.

"Bloody hell, Harry!" Sirius exclaimed looking at his godson in shock. "What was that?"

"Congratulations, Mr. Potter!" A smiling McGonagall exclaimed in turn; she didn't seem just as anxious to find out where the patronus had come from, at least not at this point, Harry thought amused.

"Yes, yes." Albus began, his voice for once somehow stumped. "A great game and an even greater showcase of magic."

"What the bloody hell, Harry?" Sirius offered once again, making the green eyed wizard chuckle.

"Would you mind if we took this inside?" He asked, looking up at the sky. "I'm getting drenched; waterproof spells can only go that far." Neville was just standing there, looking at his best friend with proud smile and a glint in his eyes; Harry figured he would be teaching Neville how the Patronus spell worked soon. He smiled at the prospect and nodded once before turning his gaze back at the Headmaster.

"Yes, of course." Dumbledore agreed. And as such, the greater part of the school's staff followed the Gryffindor team amidst loud cheers in the changing rooms. Harry paused only as he passed by Cedric and extended his hand.

"You were great out there." He said smiling at the older boy who, after the initial surprise smiled and shook Harry's hand.

"Well, you were better."

"Let's just say we both did our best. It was a very good game." Harry stated chuckling.

"It sure was!" Cedric agreed chuckling too. They bid each other goodbye and took of for their respective changing rooms. Severus made a mental note to get Harry something huge for Christmas as the boy congratulated his opponent for a game well played; he had raised a gentleman, damn it! And you're not going to cry, he reminded himself. Just for a good measure, he turned towards the openly awed Sirius and his smirk returned. The moment they stepped foot inside the locker room, Harry was bombarded with a million questions once again.

"Will you tell me what the bloody hell was that?" Sirius asked again frantically.

"Yes, I think we'd all want to know." Dumbledore insisted; the room suddenly fell silent as Harry shrugged.

"First of all, has professor Lupin told you that my boggard takes the form of a Dementor?" Harry asked the Headmaster; the old man shook his head negatively as he had never asked. Sirius however nodded yes and so did professor McGonagall. "Well, after I first encountered them on the train here, I looked for a spell that I could use against them in the library; the Patronus charm isn't that hard to find as it's being taught in seventh year."

"Agreed." Albus stated and motioned him to continue.

"Well, I picked up the incantation and the way I could make it work but, even after a month when I finally managed to conjure a corporeal patronus, I had no way to see if it would work against Dementors. And then I faced the boggard and I figured that, if I trained against a boggard that pretended to be a Dementor and had the spell work, then it would do the same against a real Dementor." Harry explained.

"Quite reasonable!" Flitwick imputed. "And very Ravenclaw of you, Mr. Potter!"

"Thank you, professor." Harry said smiling, remembering how the twins had said Flitwick believed he was a Ravenclaw in disguise.

"So, what did you do?" Sirius asked confused.

"Well, I heard that professor Lupin was training Adrian and you sir were busy with the search for Pettigrew so…"

"He asked me to find him a boggard." Severus admitted, his face blank. The silence was complete once again.

"You?" Sirius asked holding his head as if dizzy. The rest of the Gryffindors stared at their potions master in shock.

"Yes." Severus answered seemingly disinterested. "I provided him with a boggard and an empty classroom. I guess he trained." He made it sound as if he was disappointed Harry had made it, something that seemed to appease the Gryffindors who probably thought he had hoped Harry had either quit or been beaten to a pulp by the boggard.

"I did, sir." Harry offered helpfully. "I just managed to make the spell work a few days ago." That was a bit of a lie, but Adrian had managed to get a corporeal patronus a few weeks before the game and Harry didn't want to inform them that he had managed to do so faster in front of a -for all intends and purposes- Dementor.

"That does explain things." Dumbledore offered, his eyes twinkling merrily. Harry correctly guessed that he had reached a conclusion and from the happy look on his face, probably the wrong one. Oh well. "Twenty points to Gryffindor for its Seeker's resolve." Clapping and cheering sounded inside the locker room only to intensify when Professor Flitwick awarded ten more points for;

"Showing great magical prowess and determination." And the tiny professor left, thinking once again that maybe the Sorting Hat had been wrong for once and that the youngest Potter should have been a Ravenclaw. Professor McGonagall followed his example congratulating the team once again thinking of how not even Dementors could shake the Quidditch Cup from her office. The Headmaster left thinking how Severus might have actually started to change for the better while raising Harry. And Sirius grudgingly followed a proud -yet extrovertly calm- Severus out the door thinking that something had sounded off in the conversation that had just occurred; he would have to find out what, he decided.

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