Patronus Charm

I'll go first:

Ant.

Posted this on steam too, here: https://steamcommunity.com/app/990080/discussions/0/7093810789004353588/?tscn=1716231458

I'm new to this wiki, and I think I'll like it here! I'm a Ravenclaw, my patronus is a shrew (Does anybody else have this? It's not in the top 20 patronuses...), and my wand is made of alder wood, has a dragon heartstring core, and is 12 and 3/4 in long with hard flexibility! I can't wait to meet everyone here!

First half of book:

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003829962

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Chapter Nineteen: Xenophilius Lovegood

Harry had not expected Tracey’s anger to subside overnight, but was pleased that while she was still moody and not talking directly to Allison, that she at the very least wasn’t yelling at her anymore. Allison accepted that this was the status quo for now and returned to her normal stoic demeanour. With the two girls not talking much, whenever all four of them sat together at the table Harry felt like he was at a poorly attended funeral.

During the few moments Allison spent alone with Harry, however (collecting water and searching the undergrowth for mushrooms as after Godric’s Hollow they were taking a break from villages), she became shamelessly cheery.

‘You realize that someone helped us,’ she kept saying. ‘Someone cast the doe. We have a secret ally. Now there is one less Horcrux to worry about.’

Bolstered by the destruction of the locket, they set to debating the possible locations of the other Horcruxes, and even though they had discussed the matter so often before, Harry felt optimistic, certain that more breakthroughs would succeed the first. Tracey’s sulkiness could not mar his buoyant spirits; The sudden upswing in their fortunes, they appearance of the mysterious doe, the destruction of the Horcrux, and above all, Allison’s return, made Harry so happy that it was quite difficult to maintain a straight face.

With a raised eyebrow from Theodore that Harry ignored, late in the afternoon he and Allison escaped Tracey’s baleful presence again, and under the pretense of scouting the bare hedges for nonexistent blackberries, they continued their ongoing exchange of news. Harry had finally managed to tell Allison the whole story of his, Tracey, and Theodore’s various wanderings, right up to the full story of what had happened at Godric’s Hollow; Allison was now filling Harry in on everything she had discovered about the wider Wizarding world during her weeks away.

‘…I’m surprised that with you all avoiding villages with higher wizarding populations that you managed to learn about the taboo,’ she said after explaining the many desperate attempts of Muggle-borns to evade the Ministry.

‘The what?’

‘You, Theodore, and Tracey have all stopped using You-Know-Who’s name!’

‘Oh, yeah. Well, it’s just a bad habit we’ve slipped into,’ said Harry. ‘But I haven’t got a problem calling him V—‘

‘STOP!’ roared Allison, causing Harry to jump into the hedge and the other two to stick their heads out of the tent to look over at them.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you all,’ looking a little embarrassed from her outburst but still very serious about what she was saying, ‘but his name has been jinxed. While I was gone I had access to more Order information and they’ve learned that’s how You-Know-Who and his followers find people now. By saying his name it breaks every nearby protective enchantment, and alerts You-Know-Who and his followers of your location, it’s why Potterwatch refers to him as chief Death Eater now—it’s also how they tracked us on Caring Cross Road to the convenience store!’

‘Because we used his name?’ asked Harry.

‘Correct! If it wasn’t putting our lives in danger I’d appreciate their cunning, only people very serious about defeating him use his name, people like Dumbledore and those loyal to him. Now there is a Taboo on the name, anyone who says it is trackable—a nearly foolproof way to find us and the members of the Order. They very nearly got Kingsley—‘

‘Kingsley? No! Is he ok?’ asked Tracey from the tent entrance, a friend’s safety overriding her anger towards Allison.

‘I think so, he accidentally said the name and a small army of Death Eaters cornered him, Tonks told me, but he managed to fight his way out. He’s now on the run now just like us, I think he’s staying wherever Colin is because they both still make appearances on Potterwatch,’ said Allison, causally letting them all know both were ok. A thought popped into her head. ‘Do you think it’s possible Kingsley sent us the doe?’

‘His Patronus is a lynx, we saw it at the wedding, remember?’ said Harry.

‘Right, sorry…’

Theodore and Tracey went back into the tent and Harry and Allison moved farther along the hedge, away from the tent to talk a little more in private.

‘Harry…do you think it was possible that Dumbledore sent the doe?’

‘Dumbledore?’

‘Yeah,’ said Allison in a low voice, a little hesitant, she looked as though she was worried he’d laugh at her. ‘You said that the snake and You-Know-Who performed ancient dark magic beyond your imagination, well what if Dumbledore was able to do the same but with light magic. It was his Deluminator that brought me to you, so it could have been his magic that brought you to me.’

Harry did not laugh at Allison, because he understood too well the longing behind the question. The idea that Dumbledore had managed to come back to them, that he was watching over them, would have been inexpressibly comforting. He shook his head.

‘Dumbledore’s dead,’ he said. ‘I saw it happen, I saw the body. He’s definitely gone. Anyway, his Patronus was a phoenix, not a doe.’

‘Tracey told me once last year that powerful emotions can affect magic, which includes shapes of Patronuses,’ said Allison. Harry remembered hearing something similar at some point, but there were still holes in Allison’s theory.

‘Patronuses can change, but if Dumbledore was alive, why wouldn’t he show himself? Why wouldn’t he just give us what we need, tell us what to do, or better yet he would do it himself.’

‘Not sure,’ said Allison. ‘It would probably be the same reason he did tell you everything while he was alive? The same reason he left you the Snitch, Tracey his handbag, and Theodore an old copy of a children’s book?’

‘Which is what?’ asked Harry, turning to look Allison full in the face, desperate for the answer.

‘I’m not sure,’ said Allison. ‘When I was being influenced by the Horcrux I used to think that he wanted to make our lives more difficult, but I now know that isn’t true. He left Tracey the bag so we’d have a weapon to destroy the Horcruxes, and he left me the Deluminator…he, um, probably knew I’d end up leaving you.’

The last part she said with shame.

‘No,’ Harry corrected her. ‘He must’ve know you’d always want to come back.’

Allison looked grateful, but still awkward. Partly to change the subject, Harry said, ‘Speaking of Dumbledore, have you heard what Skeeter wrote about him?’

‘Oh yes,’ said Allison at once. ‘It’s the only gossip people are talking about, other than careful and quiet gossip about you. I thought I my father taught me everything about Grindelwald, but I had no idea he knew Dumbledore before their duel. I wouldn’t put much thought into what Dumbledore did back then, he was quite young when—‘

‘Our age,’ said Harry, just as he had retorted to Theodore, and something in his face seemed to convince Allison against pursuing the subject.

A large spider sat in the middle of a frosted web in the brambles. Harry took aim at it with the wand Allison had given him the previous night, which Theodore and Tracey had insisted on examining and agreed it was likely sycamore.

‘Engorgio.’

The spider game a little shiver, bouncing slightly in the web.

Harry tried again. This time the spider grew slightly larger.

‘Harry, stop, I think you’re hurting it.’

Harry had been so lost in thought he had forgotten the spider was alive.

‘Sorry—Reducio.’

The spider did not shrink. Harry looked down at the sycamore wand.

Every minor spell he had cast with it so far that day had seemed less powerful than those he had produced with his phoenix wand. The new one felt intrusively unfamiliar, like having somebody else’s hand sown to the end of his arm.

‘I don’t know a lot of wand lore, but I know sycamore wands are better at exciting and adventurous spells, and struggle with mundane magic,’ advised Tracey later that day after watching Harry continue to struggle to perform simple spells. ‘Practice should eventually elevate any down sides.’

He knew why she wanted to be right: She still felt guilty about breaking his wand. He bit back the retort that sprang to his lips, that she could take the sycamore wand if she thought it made no difference, and he would have hers instead.

Keen for them all to be friends again, however, he agreed; but when Allison gave Tracey a tentative smile, she stalked off to lay down on her bunk.

All four of them returned to the tent when darkness fell, and Harry took first watch. Sitting in the entrance, he tried to make the sycamore wand levitate small stones at his feet; but his magic still seemed clumsier and less powerful than it had done before. Theodore was lying in his bunk reading, Tracey was cleaning some of her clothes in the kitchen sink, while Allison sat in one of the armchairs and was staring at the little wireless radio from Grimmauld Place that was sitting on the table.

‘Have any of you listened to Potterwatch recently?’ she asked.

‘Er, no, it’s been nearly two weeks,’ said Theodore, looking up from Dumbledore’s copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard. ‘We’d been distracted from preparing for Godric’s Hollow and then afterwards were too busy recovering or dealing with the basilisk fang.’

‘Well I had only been listening occasionally, as after I left I started reading Quibblers. Turns out after August first they stopped posting their regular content and became the only magazine sharing real wizarding news, unlike the Death Eater propaganda everywhere else, but just over a week ago they suddenly stopped printing new copies, so I’m out of up to date information as well. Mind if I turn it on?’

‘Go for it,’ said Theodore, now back to focusing on his book.

She drummed lightly on top of the radio with her wand, muttering random possible passwords under her breath. She threw Tracey many covert glances, plainly fearing an angry outburst, but for all the notice she took of her she might not have been there. For ten minutes or so Allison tapped and muttered. Tracey continued her laundry, Theodore turned the pages of his book, and Harry continued to practice with the sycamore wand.

Eventually Theodore got out of his bed and came to sit at the table where Allison now ceased her tapping on the radio.

‘Sorry if I’m annoying you, I’ll try again later,’ she said a little disappointed.

Theodore then raised his voice a little so Harry and Tracey realized he was talking to all three of them, ‘We all need to have a talk.’

Harry looked at the book still clutched in his hand. It was no longer the children’s book, but The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore.

‘What?’ Harry said apprehensively. It flew through his mind that there was a chapter on him in there; he was not sure he felt up to hearing Rita’s version of his relationship with Dumbledore. Theodore’s answer, however, was completely unexpected.

‘I think we should go visit Xenophilius Lovegood.’

Harry, Allison, and Tracey all stared at him.

‘Sorry?’ said Harry.

‘Luna’s dad, I think we need to talk to him!’

‘Ok? Why?’ asked Tracey, leaving the rest of her laundry in the sink and joining Theodore and Allison at the table.

Theodore took a deep breath, as though bracing himself, and said, ‘I found the mark again, the one inked into Beedle the Bard. Look!’

He gestured for Harry to see, so he left the tent entrance and now all four sat at the table. He thrust The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore under Harry’s unwilling eyes as he saw a photograph of the original letter that Dumbledore had written Grindelwald, with Dumbledore’s familiar thin, slanting handwriting. He hated seeing absolute proof that Dumbledore really had written those words, that they had not been Rita’s invention.

‘Look,’ said Theodore. ‘Harry, look at the signature!’

He obeyed. For a moment he had no idea what he was talking about, but, looking more closely with the aid of his lit wand, he saw that Dumbledore had replaced the A of Albus with a tiny version of the same triangular mark inscribed upon The Tales of Beedle the Bard.

‘What? I don’t understand?’ said Allison, Harry quickly brought her up to speed about all they knew about the symbol.

‘It has connections to both Dumbledore and the wizarding world’s previous darkest wizard, being on an ancient grave in Godric’s Hollow where Bathilda lived may suggest it has something to do with Grindelwald’s family, but then it pops up on Mr Lovegood’s neck,’ Theodore said, ranting a little. ‘The three other known people who might have known what it meant are either dead or imprisoned, the only one left being Xenophilius Lovegood. Now normally I would believe a word that comes out of his mouth as facts, but Allison says his information has become more trustworthy and he’s our only lead.’

‘You have yet to explain why it is we should go see him, Theo,’ pointed out Tracey. ‘What does this mark have to do with our quest?’

‘Well remember the inked in symbol in Dumbledore’s copy of the The Tales of Beedle the Bard, now that I’ve seen how he draws the symbol in his letter I believe Dumbledore marked it into the book himself. Two out of four items he has left us have been very important so far, and that little mark is the only thing in the entire book that has been altered so it much be important. I want to know why it was important to Dumbledore, and why he thought it would be important to me, and to the very best of our knowledge the only person who might have answers is Mr Lovegood.’

Harry did not answer immediately. He looked into Theodore’s intense, eager face and then out into the surrounding darkness, thinking. After a long pause he said,

‘Theo, don’t take this the wrong way, but we don’t need another Godric’s Hollow. We talked ourselves into going there, and—‘

‘Dumbledore left it for a reason, Harry!’ said Theodore, Harry could tell he wasn’t going to be able to change his mind but he felt he needed to try.

‘We keep trying to convince ourselves Dumbledore left us secret signs and clues—‘

‘But his bag did have a basilisk fang,’ chimed in Tracey.

‘And his Deluminator ended up being very important,’ said Allison to agree with Tracey. ‘I think Theo and Trace are right, Harry, I think we have no other option other than to go to Lovegood.’

Harry threw her a dark look. He was quite sure that Allison’s support of the plan was just to try and get back in Tracey’s good graces.

Her face softened when she saw Harry’s look and changed tactics to get him on board.

‘It won’t be like you guys’ trip to Godric’s Hollow, Harry,’ she said. ‘Like I mentioned a little earlier, Mr Lovegood is on your side. For nearly half a year now the Quibbler has only ever portrayed you in a positive light, and every issue tells its readers to help you if they can.’

‘This mark is important Harry, I just know it,’ said Theodore earnestly.

‘But don’t you think if it was, Dumbledore would have told me about it before he died?’

‘Well, er, maybe he thought it was something you needed to figure out for yourself,’ said Tracey with a faint air of clutching at straws.

‘Oh,’ said Allison sycophantically, ‘that makes sense.’

‘Not really,’ said Tracey argumentatively towards Allison before turning her attention back to the others, ‘but we have no other leads so talking to Mr Lovegood is really the only option we have.’

‘I’m sorry Harry, but it looks like you’re outvoted for this one,’ said Theodore in a very matter-of-fact tone, an excited smile crept onto his face.

‘Fine,’ said Harry, half amused, half irritated. ‘Only, once we’ve seen Lovegood, let’s try and look for some more Horcruxes, shall we? Where do the Lovegoods live, anyway? I know they’re in Ottery St Catchpole like the Weasley’s but I don’t actually know exactly where?’

‘Sirius had met and became friends with Mr Lovegood the same summer I started living in Mould-On-The-Wold,’ said Theodore, trying to think. ‘I believe they live in a hilly area because he would complain about not being able to ride there the muggle way or be able to fly because he couldn’t land.’

‘Hilly area in Ottery St Catchpole, alright it’s a start,’ said Tracey. ‘That and it’s the Lovegood’s house, I think we’ll know it when we see it.’

When Tracey had returned to her laundry and Theodore to his bunk to read, Harry lowered his voice.

‘You only agreed to try and get back in her good books.’

‘Look Harry, you and Theo already mostly forgive me, but Tracey is my best friend and I kills me inside how I betrayed her. So yes, for stuff that should be harmless I will be taking her side,’ explained Allison honestly. ‘Besides, it’s still Christmas break, so this way we’ll get to see Luna.’

They had an excellent view of the village of Ottery St. Cachpole from the breezy hillside to which they Disapparated next morning. From their high vantage point the village looked like a collection of toy houses in the great slanting shafts of sunlight stretching to earth in the breaks between clouds. They stood for a minute or two looking toward the Burrow their hands shadowing their eyes, but all they could make out were the high hedges and trees of the orchard, which afforded the crooked little house protection from Muggle eyes.

‘I have spent a few Christmas’ with the Weasley’s,’ said Harry, ‘it feels weird to be here now and not get to say hi.’

‘I think you just miss a family setting, none of us have gotten to enjoy being home with family in months,’ said Tracey sadly.

‘Er…’ Allison let out.

‘No!’ Tracey responded in frustration. ‘Seriously Allison?’

‘I stayed in small inns or abandoned buildings for the first few nights after I left, but I didn’t take almost any of my possessions with me when I left so I was ran out of money and clean clothes fast. Six days after I left you all I returned to Tonks and Tulip’s cottage in Winterton.’

‘How’d they take your return?’ asked Theodore. ‘Were they mad you left us?’

‘Worse than mad, Tonks was disappointed in me,’ said Allison with shame and remorse. ‘But she didn’t turn me away, I think deep down she was relieved I had returned safe and that I had news that at the time you all were safe too. She also needed company, she took an early maternity leave to not have to work for the new Ministry, but with Tulip so far working full time she was spending most days alone. To keep me, herself, Tulip, and the baby safe she stopped having guests over so that there was little chance the Ministry knew where I was, I don’t think her mother appreciated that however, she’s quite lonely with Ted on the run.’

‘How is Tonks doing?’ asked Harry, he was referring to her pregnancy.

‘Good, healthy, when I left she had started to get quite big, but like I said she is worrying about her dad and while I was staying with her she had limited contact with anyone other than myself and Tulip so she was also quite isolated. While I miss them both, I’m hoping that now that I’m gone she’s having more company.’

That was enough time for discussing the people they missed, they turned away from the Burrow and Theodore pointed in another direction.

‘We should try there first,’ he said, leading the way over the top of the hill.

They walked for a few hours, Harry, at Tracey’s insistence, hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak. The cluster of low hills appeared to be uninhabited apart from one small cottage, which seemed deserted.

‘Is it possible that is there house and they’re travelling for the holidays, or maybe they’ve gone on the run and that’s why there hasn’t been any recent Quibblers?’ theorized Allison, while peering through the window at a neat little kitchen with geraniums on the windowsill. Tracey snorted.

‘I think we’d be able to tell if this was the Lovegood residence. I think we’re just at the wrong set of hills.’

So they Disapparated a few miles farther north.

‘There!’ shouted Allison, as the wind whipped their hair and clothes. She was pointing upward, toward the top of the hill on which they had appeared, where a most strange-looking house rose vertically against the sky, a great black cylinder with a ghostly moon hanging behind it in the afternoon sky. ‘That has got to be Luna’s home, it both screams Lovegood and Ravenclaw. It’s like it’s a giant rook!’

‘You think that looks like a bird?’ said Tracey sarcastically. Normally that would get Allison mad, but her desire to be on good terms with Tracey again was very powerful.

‘I meant the chess piece known as a rook, the one that Theodore took the place of when we were trying to save the Philosopher’s Stone.’

Allison was the most athletic of the group and she reached the top of the hill first. When Harry, Theodore, and Tracey caught up with her, panting and clutching stitches in their sides, they found her grinning broadly.

‘This is the Lovegood’s,’ said Allison. ‘See.’

Three hand-painted signs had been tacked to a broken-down gate. The first read,

“THE QUIBBLER, EDITOR: X. LOVEGOOD”

the second,

“PICK YOUR OWN MISTLETOE”

and the third,

“KEEP OFF THE DIRIGIBLE PLUMS”

The gate creaked as they opened it. The zigzagging path leading to the front door was overgrown with a variety of odd plants, including a bush covered in the orange radish-like fruit Luna sometimes wore as earrings. Harry thought he recognized a Snargaluff and gave the wizened stump a wide berth. Two aged crab apple trees, beat with the wind, stripped of leaves but still heavy with berry-sized red fruits and bushy crowns of white-beaded mistletoe, stood sentinel on either side of the front door. A little owl with a slightly flattened, hawklike head peered down at them from one of the branches.

‘I think you’ll have to take off the Invisibility Cloak,’ said Theodore, gaining a hesitant look from Tracey. ‘Mr Lovegood wants to help you, he might not even let the rest of us in without you.’

He did as Theodore suggested, handing the Cloak to Tracey to stow in her emerald purse. Theodore then rapped three times on the thick black door, which was studded with iron nails and bore a knocker shaped like an eagle.

Barely ten seconds passed, then the door was flung open and there stood Xenophilius Lovegood, barefoot and wearing what appeared to be a stained nightshirt. His long white candyfloss hair was dirty and unkempt. Xenophilius had been positively dapper at Bill and Fleur’s wedding by comparison.

‘What? What is it? Who are you? What do you want?’ he cried in a high-pitched, querulous voice, looking first at Theodore, then at Allison and Tracey, and finally at Harry, upon which his mouth fell open in a perfect comical O.

‘Hello, Mr Lovegood,’ said Harry, holding out his hand. ‘I’m Harry, Harry Potter.’

Xenophilius did not take Harry’s hand, although the eye that was not pointing inward at his nose slid straight to the scar on Harry’s forehead.

‘Would it be okay if we came in?’ asked Harry. ‘There’s something we’d like to ask you.’

‘I…I’m not sure that’s advisable,’ whispered Xenophilius. He swallowed and cast a quick look around the garden. ‘Rather a shock...My word...I...I’m afraid I don’t really think I ought to—‘

‘It won’t take long,’ said Harry, slightly disappointed by this less than warming welcome.

‘I—oh, all right then. Come in, quickly. Quickly!’

They were barely over the threshold when Xenophilius slammed the door shut behind then. They were standing in the most peculiar kitchen Harry had ever seen. The room was perfectly circular, so that it felt like being inside a giant pepper pot. Everything was curved to fit the walls—the stove, the sink, and the cupboards—and all of it had been painted with flowers, insects, and birds in bright primary colors. Harry thought he recognized Luna’s style: The effect in such an enclosed space, was slightly overwhelming.

In the middle of the floor, a wrought-iron spiral staircase led to the upper levels. There was a great deal of clattering and banging coming from overhead: Harry wondered what Luna could be doing. ‘You’d better come up,’ said Xenophilius, still looking extremely uncomfortable, and he led the way.

The room above seemed to be a combination of living room and workplace, and as such, was even more cluttered than the kitchen. Though much smaller and entirely round, the room somewhat resembled the Room of Requirement on the unforgettable occasion that it had transformed itself into a gigantic labyrinth comprised of centuries of hidden objects. There were piles upon piles of books and papers on every surface. Delicately made models of creatures Harry did not recognize, all flapping wings or snapping jaws, hung from the ceiling.

Luna was not there; The thing that was making such a racket was a wooden object covered in magically turning cogs and wheels. It looked like the bizarre offspring of a workbench and a set of old shelves, but after a moment Harry decided it was an old fashioned printing press, due to the fact that it was churning out Quibblers.

‘Excuse me,’ said Xenophilius, and he strode over to the machine, seized a grubby tablecloth from beneath an immense number of books and papers, which all tumbled onto the floor, and threw it over the press, somewhat muffling the loud bangs and clatters. He then faced Harry.

‘Why have you come here?’

Before Harry could speak, however, Tracey pointed towards the wall.

‘Er, Mr Lovegood, what is that?’

She was pointing at an enormous, gray spiral horn, not unlike that of a unicorn, which had been mounted on the wall, protruding several feet into the room.

‘It is the horn of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack,’ said Xenophilius.

‘And, um, how did you acquire it?’ said Tracey, trying to sound genuinely curious.

‘I bought it,’ said Xenophilius, a small smile crossed his face before fading, ‘two weeks ago, from a delightful young wizard who knew of my interest in the exquisite Snorkack. A Christmas surprise for my Luna.’

Tracey then quietly whispered in a volume only the others close by her could hear, ‘It’s actually a Erumpent horn, do not touch it as it’ll explode.’

Before the others could react to this news, Mr Lovegood cleared his throat and turned to Harry.

‘Now, why exactly have you come here, Mr Potter?’

‘We need some help,’ said Harry, before Tracey could interrupt again.

‘Ah,’ said Xenophilius. ‘Help. Hmm.’

His good eye moved again to Harry’s scar. He seems simultaneously terrified and mesmerized.

‘Yes. The thing is…helping Harry Potter…rather dangerous...’

‘But you tell readers like myself in every issue to help Harry if given the chance,’ said Allison, now also sounding as disappointed as Harry was.

Xenophilius glanced behind her at the concealed printing press, still banging and clattering beneath the tablecloth.

‘Er—yes, I have expressed that view. However—‘

‘But let me guess, that’s advice you have for others but not yourself?’ said Theodore, joining in on the disappointment.

Xenophilius did not answer. He kept swallowing, his eyes darting between the four of them. Harry had the impression that he was undergoing some painful internal struggle.

‘Mr Lovegood, where is Luna?’ said Allison, trying to have a softer voice. She and Harry were the ones of the group closest to Luna. ‘I’m sure she’d want to help.’

Xenophilius gulped. He seemed to be steeling himself. Finally he said in a shaky voice difficult to hear over the noise of the printing press, ‘Luna is down at the stream, fishing for Freshwater Plimpies. She…she will like to see you. I’ll go and call her and then—very well. I shall try to help you.’

He disappeared down the spiral staircase and they heard the front door open and close. They looked at each other.

‘I never thought he’d be such a coward,’ said Allison, back to being disappointed. ‘After Luna fighting with us in the Department of Mysteries, and helping out when the Death Eater’s invaded Hogwarts last summer, I thought her father would have at least a small amount of her courage.’

‘He’s probably worried about what’ll happen to them if the Death Eaters find out I was here,’ said Harry.

‘Well, I think Allison is right,’ said Theodore, ‘he’s a hypocrite, and I think we should make this visit as short as possible.’

Harry crossed to the window of the far side of the room. He could see a stream, a thin, glittering ribbon lying far below them at the base of the hill. They were very high up; a bird fluttered past the window as he stared in the direction of the Burrow, now invisible beyond another line of hills. It was possible Remus and Canini were visiting them for Christmas, this had been the longest period ever he had been separated from the both of them. His heart just ached knowing they both potentially were not that far away…maybe after this visit he could briefly check if they are at the-No, anyone he came into contact with was in danger. Xenophilius’s attitude proved that.

He turned away from the windows and his gaze fell upon another peculiar object standing upon the cluttered, curved sideboard: a stone bust of a beautiful but austere-looking witch wearing a most bizarre-looking headdress. Two object that resembled golden ear trumpets curved out from the sides. A tiny pair of glittering blue wings was stuck to a leather strap that ran over the top of her head, while one of the orange radishes had been stuck to a second strap around her forehead.

‘Look at this,’ said Harry.

‘Odd,’ said Tracey with a snicker. ‘I’m surprised neither of them wore it to the wedding.’

‘Be nice,’ Allison whispered, but a smirk had crossed her face as well.

They heard the front door close, and a moment later Xenophilius had climbed back up the spiral staircase into the room, his thin legs now encased in Wellington boots, bearing a tray of ill-assorted teacups and a steaming teapot.

‘Ah, you have spotted my pet invention,’ he said, shoving the tray into Tracey’s arms and joining Harry at the statue’s side. ‘Modeled, fittingly enough, upon the head of the beautiful Rowena Ravenclaw. “Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure!”’

He indicated the objects like ear trumpets.

‘These are the Wrackspurt siphons—to remove all sources of distraction from the thinker’s immediate area. Here,’ he pointed out the tiny wings, ‘a billywig propeller, to induce an elevated frame of mind. Finally,’ he pointed to the orange radish, ‘the Dirgible Plum, so as to enhance the ability to accept the extraordinary.’

Xenophilius strode back to the tea tray, which Tracey had managed to balance precariously on one of the cluttered side tables. ‘May I offer you all an infusion of Gurdyroots?’ said Xenophilius. ‘We make it ourselves.’

As he started to pour out the drink, which was a deep purple as beetroot juice, he added, ‘Luna is down beyond Bottom Bridge, she is most excited that you are here. She ought not be too long, she has caught nearly enough Plumpies to make soup for all of us. Do sit down and help yourselves to sugar.

‘Now,’ he removed a tottering pile of papers from an armchair and sat down, his Wellingtoned legs crossed, ‘how may I help you, Mr Potter?’

‘Well,’ said Harry, glancing at Theodore, who nodded encouragingly, ‘it’s about that symbol you were wearing around your neck at Bill and Fleur’s wedding, Mr Lovegood. We wondered what it meant.’

Xenophilius raised his eyebrows.

‘Are you referring to the sign of the Deathly Hallows?’

What we know about Sirius's animagus/patronus is that it takes the form of a large bear-like shaggy jet-black dog (not unlike the grim). The problem with that is that there is no dog in existence that has the same description as Sirius's dog form (not even a German Shepherd or Irish Wolfhound or any sort of mixed breed dogs). Whilst we know the dog breed of another characters patronus (Ron is a Jack Russell), we are never given exactly what sort of dog breed is Padfoot.

What do you think? What kind of dog do you think JK Rowling intended for Sirius to be (I reckon he could be the grim without the death curse)?

Deep in the woods...

Alone...

At night...

Shrouded in a blue fog...

Surrounded by glowing silver stars...

Sage Cove.

You stumble through the stone archway.

"Traveler," murmurs a voice. "You are not well."

You look up to see two animals- a lynx and a jay. They're made of glowing silvery-blue mist and around their necks they wear intricate black necklaces with blue opals.

"Lynx, we should take the traveler to Thestral," suggests Jay.

"Very well," Lynx says quietly. "Come with us."

You are led through this magical village, full of treehouses and canopy-palaces. Finally you reach a hut labeled "Healing Hut". You enter, flanked by Lynx and Jay.

"Thestral!" Calls Jay. "We have a traveler, they're exhausted. I reckon it was their first Protection."

"Oh, my," says the gentle Thestral, made of the same blue mist. She removes her necklace and places it around Lynx's neck. "You'll have to handle any Summonings for me."

"Yes, Thestral," replies Lynx.

You take the herbs Thestral gives you and fall asleep in a nest of sage, rosemary and lamb's ear leaves.

When you wake, another silvery animal stands over you.

"Welcome, new one," they say. "Will you join us?"

Explanation

You are a patronus. The black necklaces mentioned in the story above is called a Vocare. The blue opal will pulse whenever your Castor has succesfully cast a patronus charm, and you must follow the trail of lights sent out by your Vocare to reach your Castor and save them, before returning to Sage Cove, a village of treehouses, where patronuses who have not been actively summoned live.

Roles

Healer - a talented patronus who is able to work well with herbs. Max: 1

◊ Thestral

Leader - a brave and wise patronus capable of leader the others. Max: 1

◊ White Tiger

Head Guard - chosen by the leader to lead the guard forces. Max: 1

◊ Falcon

Guard - a group of selfless and noble patronuses who are always ready to keep the others safe. Usually help new patronuses make it safely. Max: 6

◊ Jay

◊ Lynx

◊ Tawny Owl

◊ Ferret

◊ Reserved-Moonlark

◊ OPEN

Trainer - three patronuses, some of the best defenders, teaching young patronuses to defend the Castors. Max: 3

◊ White Lion

◊ Arctic Fox

◊ Reserved-Moonlark

The Penetrators - a group of four dementors who have the power to enter Sage Cove. It is the job of guards to keep them out and the job of Penetrators to overtake the guards and run amock in Sage Cove. Max: 4

◊ Agony (Operated by Frog)

◊ OPEN- MUST BE NAMED DESPAIR

◊ OPEN- MUST BE NAMED LOSS

◊ Cruelty (Operated by Belle)

Rules

◊ Hate the OC, not the person.

◊ Keep to your role- a dementor, for example, couldn't turn good.

◊ No more than 4 OCs per person in roles, you can have as many randos as you want.

◊ Keep it PG-13.

◊ Use the attached form(s).

◊ My word is law.

◊ Password is "Hopeful".

◊ Upvote means accepted.

◊ If your OC is declined, I will ping you with a reason why.

◊ Each animal can only be used once, so look at other people's forms to make sure you're not reusing.

Form

PATRONUS FORM

Species (your species is your name):

Castor's name:

Age/skill level (1-10):

Gender:

S/S/S:

Appearance (optional):

Role:

Other (optional):

Password:

DEMENTOR FORM

Name (open names shown in Penetrator role section):

Skill level (6-10, Penetrators are powerful):

Appearance (optional):

Gender (optional):

S/S/S (optional):

Password:

Other (optional):

Pings

@MoonlarkMysteryGirl @Uniatheintrovert @AsherTheDevil @Cobra Faze1 @GayFrog166 @Scrouge4ever @PyrokineticAndShade @Addie03 @Hot.wizard.com feel free to ping your friends!

I’m a Hufflepuff! My patronus is a dolphin. Lastish but not leastish, my wand is a 12 1/4” alder wood wand with a unicorn hair core, and it has “surprising swishy flexibility.” Idk if this is a thing or not, but if it is, my Harry Potter world name would be Lorelei Day.

What the title says, basically

My favourite charms are expecto patronum and depulso ^^

We know Snape loved Lily from a very early age, and that a love that strong can change a patronus.

Snape obviously learned the Patronus charm after loving Lily, so one might assume his patronus 'changed' from what his personality might have made it, into a Doe on his very first cast... thus never 'changing'.

...however...

...when Snape shows Dumbledore his patronus, and Dumbledore says 'After all this time?' '(Always') it's therefore suggested that his patronus did have another form at some stage.

From this we have to assume it was Lilys death and not love that was the trigger for the change. Snapes Patronus change is a result of lost love, not love itself.

In HBP Harry wrote an essay on how to deal with dementors.

If i remeber correctly, Harry wrote about patronus charm, but Snape disagreed with him.

So what is Snape on about? Is there anything more effective than a patronus charm, or was Snape just messing with Harry. Although he was the tracher, so he should be teaching correctly.

Although Lupin did mention in PoA that there are several ways to deal with them.

So I've actually been "active" on this Wiki for a little while but never introduced myself, I guess. Instead of writing it tho I decided I would draw it LOL

Because i couldn't think of anything else to draw... so sad