Chapter 48 - Dementor (2/2)
They are magical creatures, widely considered to be one of the foulest to inhabit the world. Dementors feed on human happiness and thus generate feelings of depression and despair in any person near them.
They can also consume a person's soul, leaving their victims in a permanent vegetative state, and thus are often referred to as ”soul-sucking fiends”, rendering a person an 'empty-shell'. Now, do you understand how dangerous they are?.
What's more dangerous is that they are amortals. You can't kill them. You can only shield yourself by driving them away. As he's explaining further, it began to rain heavily on the outside. A while later, the train started to slow down.
Daphne asked, ”We shouldn't have reached Hogsmeade station by now, right?”. Neal replied, ”of course, no. It's hasn't even gotten dark yet on the outside”. Neal looked outside, ”can't see anything clearly because of this heavy rainfall but it seemed like the train's stopping in the middle of nowhere”.
Tracey, who was nearest to the door, got up to look into the corridor. All along the carriage, heads were sticking curiously out of their compartments. The train came to a stop with a jolt, and distant thuds and bangs told them that luggage had fallen out of the racks.
Neal stood up, ”I'll go and ask the driver what's going on”. ”wait, I'll come with you”. Daphne stood up to follow him, Neal nodded, ”fine, let's go”. Both of them started walking in the corridor slowly and started to feel cold all of a sudden. The windows are slowly freezing while they saw a dark wraith-like creature entered the train and started to move along the corridor.
Daphne whispered while her legs started to shiver, ”what is that?”. Neal spoke, ”stay behind me. I've seen the picture of it in one of the books in the restricted section. That is a dementor”. He pulled his Basilisk wand and woke it up with parseltongue, ”Awake”.
Meanwhile, inside that specific compartment, Harry, Hermoine, Ron, Neville were wondering what's going on and an ȧduŀt man was sleeping heavily leaning his head on the window. Ron got frightened when they saw some dark-wraith like creature opened the door.
Then the thing beneath the hood, whatever it was, drew a long, slow, rattling breath, as though it were trying to suck something more than air from its surroundings. An intense cold swept over them all. Harry felt his own breath catch in his ċhėst. The cold went deeper than his skin. It was inside his ċhėst, it was inside his very heart.
As Harry being slowly getting collapsed on the floor, the ȧduŀt man woke up at last. He pulled out his wand and just when he's about to chase it away, he heard someone shouted, ”Expecto Patronum”.
As Neal shot the Patronus charm, a silvery light engulfed the corridor as a snake identical to Isle flew towards the Dementor and chased it away from there to outside.
As the ȧduŀt man put his head of that compartment with his wand, he saw Neal chasing the dementor away and called him out, ”Mr. Slytherin?”. Neal looked at him in a surprise when he stepped out, ”werewolf guy?”.