They say that a patronus is a charm for protection. Protection. Isn’t that an overused word? It’s thrown about to much these days.
I hear their screams and cries of my name, “Ginny!” They shriek, although it is almost too late for me. I am so lost.
I sigh. I cannot take much more. They’re swarming around me now. Smooth, silent, sucking. Think of something happy. Escape from my castle.
So I close my eyes. Waiting, waiting to feel something elating, something pleasing something strong.
Harry in the common room, that fateful night.
And so slips forth, my silvery angel. |