Chapter 75: Dementors, Patronus, and Chocolate West (2/2)
The girls watched as Quinn took his hands out of his pockets. Between all his fingers, Quinn held the same type of chocolate spheres they had just eaten.
”I'm going on a chocolate route. I was born for this,” Quinn was grinning so hard that his face was almost split in half. ”I'll see you four in a while.”
He exited the compartment and moved towards the front of the train. He then opened every single door with magic and shot out chocolate spheres inside the compartments, and made them hover in front of the passengers while shouting.
”Eat chocolate! It will make you feel better. I'm raining chocolate today.”
Pumping his fists into the air, Quinn declared.
”Chocolate West is back!”
Quinn's cavalier attitude didn't match the dark vibe in the train. But something about his shouting and shooting chocolate while making pew-pew noises brought people out of dark thoughts. The floating chocolate — and Quinn, who celebrated his return, almost made people forget the dread-inducing hooded figures of grim and bleakness.
Some Chocolate West skidded in front of another compartment, and this one's door was already open.
”Indulge in the sweet-,” but Quinn stopped talking after he found that the compartment he was standing in was occupied by the golden squad.
Inside the compartment, Harry Potter, the golden boy, or better known as the boy-who-lived, was unconscious in his seat while the other three of the group were around him.
Ivy Potter, the Potter twin, was shaking her brother, trying to get him to wake up.
Quinn sighed and entered the compartment and spoke, ”Get away from him. You are overwhelming him. Let the bloke breathe.”
The second Quinn stepped inside the compartment, the lanterns came back to life, and the Hogwarts Express resumed its way with a jolt.
Ivy, who was worried about her brother, followed the instructions on instinct, but when she looked at the person who gave the instructions, her eyes contracted.
”You, what are you doing here?”
Quinn internally groaned but decided to ignore Ivy and Hermione's suspicious looks and asked, ”Did he come into contact with a Dementor?”
”Dementor? Do you mean that foul, hooded creature?” asked Ron. He didn't notice the suspicious and cautious looks his two friends were giving the black-haired boy.
”Oh, so you guys had a chance to get acquainted with the Dementors,” Quinn conversed as he checked on Harry Potter. ”Bad luck, I guess.”
'Alright, he is breathing, so a Dementor's kiss is out of the question,' diagnosed Quinn. He moved Harry's face around to check him out and silently funneled some magic to check the status of the boy-who-lived. 'He doesn't seem that pale, and I'm not getting any serious hits.'
Quinn stood straight and announced, ”He is alright. This sudden close contact with the Dementor knocked him out.”
”How do you know that?” questioned Ivy, she was still giving a cautious look, but Quinn could see her gaze shifting to Harry, worry flashing in her eyes every time she did so.
Quinn sighed, turned to the unconscious Harry Potter, and gave him a tight slap.
*Ppah!*
The sound of slap reverberated in the compartment as Harry Potter woke up with an abrupt and deep inhale of breath and looked around wildly.
”W-what?!”
Harry opened his eyes to see West, or whatever was his name, standing over him. The lanterns above him were back on, the floor was shaking — the Hogwarts Express was moving again. Harry felt very sick; when he put up his hand to push his glasses back on, he felt cold sweat on his face.
And his left cheek was stinging.
”Dip or pour?” asked West. He still couldn't recall the guy's first name.
”P-Pour,” he answered on instinct. Harry could feel his heart racing.
Quinn clicked his tongue, looked at Ivy, and shrugged with his arms up. ”I take it back. There is something definitely wrong with him. I mean, who pours instead of dipping.”
Hermione rolled her eyes at Quinn's eccentricity. Even Ivy wasn't sure what to do, so she just stared at Quinn.
Quinn, on the other hand, was unwrapping a chocolate sphere. He leaned down towards Harry. ”Here, eat the chocolate. It will make you feel better.”
”What was that thing?” asked Hermione.
”A Dementor,” answered Quinn, who was now giving chocolate to the other three. ”One of the Dementors from Azkaban, I presume.”
”What is a Dementor?” Hermione asked, bewildered. The hooded creature was something out of a horror story.
”Dementors are one nasty piece of work. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair; they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the surrounding air. Get too near a Dementor, and every good feeling, every happy memory, will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself... soulless and corrupt. You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life.”
Quinn looked at the golden squad, who didn't look too well. He also noticed that none of them had eaten the chocolate.
”Eat the damn chocolates. It'll help.”
He turned to Hermione and offered her something that would satisfy her. ”Chocolate is one of the remedies to Dementor exposure. You can read it in one of the Dark Against Dark Arts remedy books. Just go to the Dark creatures section of the library and pick the book on Dementors.”
Hermoine looked back and forth between the chocolate and Quinn before taking the risk and popping the chocolate into her mouth. Immediately, to her great surprise, she felt a warmth spread suddenly to the tips of his fingers and toes.
Quinn caught the look on Hermione's face and knew that his work was done here, so he just turned and walked out of their compartment.
”I need to cover more area, so I'll excuse myself.”
With that, he was gone, leaving the golden squad alone.
”Are you sure you're okay, Harry?” said Ivy, looking at Harry anxiously.
”I don't understand... What happened?” groaned Harry. He was sweating, and his left cheek was still hurting.
”Well, that thing - the Dementor, stood there and looked around,” said Ivy. She then mumbled, ”I mean, I think it did, I couldn't see its face,” she shook her head and said clearly this time, ”and you, you -”
”I thought you went into shock or something,” said Ron, who still looked scared. ”You became sort of rigid and fell out of your seat and started twitching -”
”Then suddenly a bright silver light appeared and slammed into the Dementor,” continued Hermione. She could recall the feeling of relief she felt when the Dementor ran away from the silver light. ”I couldn't see it clearly, but it was some sort of bird. I definitely saw wings.”
”It was horrible,” said Ron, in a higher voice than usual. ”Did you feel how cold it got when it came in?”
”I felt weird,” commented Hermione, shifting her shoulders uncomfortably. ”Like I would never be happy again...”
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They were already near Hogwarts when Quinn returned, and the girls had already changed into their uniforms. They stepped out to give Quinn room to change.
They didn't talk much during the remainder of the journey. And Quinn didn't force them to speak up and talk. The Dementor was a dreadful creature; even Quinn felt some despair when it came near. He had been reminded of the days when he had lost his magic and didn't know what to do.
It was after Quinn conjured his Patronus that the effects disappeared. He actively concentrated on his happy thoughts. Quinn dispelled his Patronus when they were within sight of Hogsmeade.
At long last the train stopped at Hogsmeade station, and there was a great scramble to get outside; some owls hooted, some other cats meowed. It was freezing on the tiny platform; rain was falling down as an icy sheet.
”I swear it rains every time,” grumbled Quinn as he walked on the slippery platform. However, the ice beneath his steps melted away, leaving not a single trace of unsafe ice or water.
Quinn got on the moldy carriages with Luna, Tracy, and Daphne after wishing good luck and saying goodbye to Astoria, who went to the boats with her would-be classmates.
After entering the castle, Quinn and Luna got separated from Tracy and Daphne and joined the crowd that was swarming up the steps. They then went through the giant oak front doors and set their feet into the cavernous entrance hall that was lit with flaming torches, and housed a magnificent marble staircase that led to the upper floors.
The door into the Great Hall stood open at the right; Quinn followed the crowd toward it and had barely glimpsed the enchanted ceiling, which was black and cloudy tonight, when a voice called, ”Mr. West, I want to see you in my office!”
Quinn turned his head to see Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, head of Gryffindor House and Deputy Headmistress, calling out to him. She was a stern-looking witch who wore her hair in a tight bun; her sharp eyes were framed with square spectacles.
Quinn sighed and shouted back, ”Professor, can't we do this after the feast? I don't want to miss dinner.”
”It won't take much time. I just want a brief word in my office,” assured the Scottish witch. ”You shall have plenty of time to eat at the feast.”
Quinn sighed once more before following his professor to her office.
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Quinn West - MC - Chocolate West... At your service.
Astoria Greengrass - Talkative Greengrass sister - Has heard of Quinn.
Harry Potter - Boy-who-fainted - Damn it! My cheek still hurts!
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