As Vanessa made it into the room, she immediatly began to hug herself. It was cold, and ever so dark! It was a good thing that she wasn't scared of the dark or anything.
She stepped a little closer into the room, hesitantly though, there must have been a reason for why the room was so cold. And she found out that reason, as she moved away from the door.

It was a dementor, and as Vanessa stopped in her tracks, it shifts into Vannie's biggest fear, Miles father, and he was coming closer to her. She shuddered as she looked at the thing, hoping that she would be able to defend herself against it.
She pulled her wand out, and took a couple of deep breaths. The Expecto Patronus charm. She needed to use that and it had to be a strong one.
Pointing her wand towards the dementor, Vanessa attempted to calmly do the wand movement correctly, if she messed up, she might not get another chance. "Expecto Patronous!" She yelled, as she cast a downward motion with her wand.
The charm seemed to work a little, as she dementor backed away a bit, but she knew that it wasn't strong enough.

Panicing a little, she shuddered again. She needed to recast the charm, this time making sure that it was stronger, and that it would work. Closing her eyes momentarily, she took a deep breath, before repeating the wand movement.
"EXPECTO PATRONUS!" She yelled, again, as she cast the downward motion. This time the charm was much stronger than it had been last time, and the dementor backed away from her patronus, which hadn't really taken the form of anything. She had succeded, even if her patronus hadn't been as strong as it probably could have been.

Kayla stepped through the next door and immediately felt the freezing cold and she shivered slightly. The dark was penetrating her every senses and she could feel the despair wash over her as she tried to catch her breath. Dementor/s was her first and only thought as the cold started to seep into her skin and the misery fill her mind.

She raised her wand and thought about her happy memory the one that could always help her to cast a brilliant patronus. She thought of him and those three words she had heard him say and she let the memory of that day fill her whole entire body and immediately she began to relax. Kayla tilted her wand downward slightly toward the dementor that was starting to glide toward her and then she looped her wand making a small 'e' shape and as she brought her wand down, she said the incantation. "Expecto Patronum."

Her bear patronus shot from her wand and he was so bright, she had never seen him this bright before. Kayla held her wand steady and urged her bear towards the dementor, feeling so much better that he was here with her. She tilted her wand upwards slightly and brought him up onto his hind legs as he continued towards the dementor. The light from her patronus filled the whole room and the dementor fled back to its dark corner away from the light of her patronus. Kayla kept him with her until she reached the next door.

Cautiously stepping through the door, Raiden felt something crunch every so slightly beneath his feet and looked at the floor. Was that... frost? And why was it so cold in here? He shivered, wand at the ready, a sense of dread and despair creeping up his spine..

Wait... wait, what? He looked at the floating thing across the room. What... was that? Surely it wasn't... It couldn't be? They wouldn't let one of THOSE in the school!

But it was, and Raiden shrank back slightly at the sight of it. It moved forward, toward him, and he started shivering uncontrollably. Sadness wasn't something he was used to feeling, and having it suddenly hit him in waves was overwhelming.

"Patronus," he whispered. "The spell... The spell... happy thoughts."

He backed up against the wall, trying to think. Happy thoughts. How could he be happy? Shiro was all the way in Japan, Celandine and Garret weren't friends, and he hadn't gotten to see most of the people he really liked this term. Nicholai Toussaint had gone away and wasn't coming back, his mom and dad were keeping secrets from him, he missed Daphne Hopton, he wasn't quite sure he was good at any type of magic at all... He slid down the wall, to the floor, on the edge of tears.

"NO," he said sharply to himself, "No. No, no no. Don't..." They were going to ride the Whomping Willow after this was all over! He thought of Celandine Toussaint, meeting her on his first day here, her pirates in the potatoes, meeting Barry and Cale and Anna and Daphne and the crazy pirate girl and everyone else and how happy he'd been... "Expecto Patronum!"

Something strange and awkward flew out of his wand. Yes, flew. It wasn't a bunny, like it was last time. Well not fully, at least. It had duck wings, and a duck bill, but it had a bunny body and tail and floppy ears... he stared at the shiny hybrid creature for a second, clearly confused as to who it belonged to (it couldn't be his, right? His hadn't looked like that before!) before he pointed at the dementor with his wand. "Get it! Make it go away!"

The strange creature charged the dementor, wings flapping, ears flopping, beak snapping, and Raiden felt suddenly warm. He stood awkwardly and ran to the next door, his bunky creature holding off the dementor just long enough before disappearing.

If Evangeline's senses had been bright awake before, now they were on absolute full attention mode. This room was edgy. Edgier than all the others before, and cold. So, so cold Evangeline was beginning to feel it in her very spirit. Not even the sign that read she had just earned Slytherin 10 points was able to warm her spirits up. When her eyes got used to the sheer darkness, she looked around the empty room. Empty except for a veil on the other side of the room. So .. what was she meant to do here?

Unconsciously, she knew the answer before her brain was able to process it and her eyes returned to the veil. The veil that, she noticed now, made her feel miserable. Like all she had lived during these 17 years consisted of a sequence of bad and sad events. But it hadn't. Deep in her mind, she knew it hadn't. Which meant only one thing.

Dementor.

It was as if the creature had realised she had it all figured out. As soon as her brain formed the word, it began to glide towards her. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she concentrated on her happiest memory. It wasn't hard. It had been in a dark and cold place like that one, though not as dark and cold. Still, Evangeline could practically feel herself there. She could practically hear him.

Concentrating all her being on that, letting every fibre of her mind be filled with those words said by that voice, Evangeline lifted her wand, only to title it slightly downwards, in the direction of the dementor. Then she looped her wand, writing an 'e' in the air, before moving it down and saying the incantation with all the might she possessed in her being. "Expecto Patronum!"

Her butterfly patronus jumped from her wand, brilliant and big and strong. Evangeline stepped forward, urging her patronus forward, filling the room with its bright light. Immediately, the dementor recoiled away from the light, into a dark corner. Not letting go of her Patronus and feeling her heart beat strong with adrenaline, Evangeline rushed to the next door. Weeeeeeee!!!

Surely nothing could be worse that getting covered in stinky slime and attacked by spiky things. Oh, how wrong he was. The moment he stepped into this room, despair sweeped across him, leaving him a shivering mess. Clifford paled when he saw it.. when it glided towards him.

Oh gosh.. it was going to snog him.. and then he'd have no soul left.

He wanted to scream.

But he had to do this! He wasn't going to the big girl's blouse he'd been in DADA class. He was going to be the MAN he was.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts..

Jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut and breathing escaping in short, sharp breathes, Clifford struggled to find his happiest memory. It wasn't easy when that THING was trying to suck it all out of him.

The memory was stuck faaar in the back of his mind, but Clifford managed to find it. The images in his mind were blurry but the sixth year could just about make out his mother's face.. hear her laughter over the rattling breath of the approaching dementor.

Opening his shinier than usual eyes, his expression full of determination, Clifford tilted his wand in the direction of the dementor and lightly looped an 'e' shape in the air. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

He'd never been able to cast anything but a pathetic whisp of smoke, but THIS time something stronger came from his wand. It looked small, but powerful and Clifford noticed it had tusks. It was these tusks that the patronus used to ward off the dementor. It wasn't quite as scary now the presence of his patronus was in the room, and feeling something wet sting the gash on his cheek, the Prefect wiped his eyes and headed for the exit.

After making his way through the slide of slime and spike gobstones. He was greeted by a cold room. He smiled when he saw Professor Kasimeriz, but that smile was mysteriously taken away by the cold room. He made a sweep of the room and saw a dark veil, or was it? I moved and it looks like it is after him.

Dementors!

He was made to be prepared for this type of situations. He thought of a happy thought. The flying experience was good, but he will try to use the most recent thought, his recent happiest memory. He thinks hard.

It was almost just yesterday, He made his corporeal patronus. The eagle. The silver eagle that flew over him and fought the lethifolds. And the eagle won.

That was the happiest memory he have so far. The fulfillment of making a corporeal patronus at one try.

He yelled, "EXPECTO PATRONUM" Just before the dementor have reached him a silver mist came from his wand. It was followed by an eagle soaring towards the approaching dementor. The eagle attacked the dementor and ward it towards the corner it once were. Daniel jumped and headed towards the exit.

Brrr. Feels like Minnesota at Thanksgiving in here…and a bit slick….

Oh, no, what’s that…no time for panic….FOCUS!

Qaz closed her eyes and heard the Warsaw Paino Concerto playing through in her mind. She was playing perfectly. The audience was cheering wildly. They loved her!

She opened her eyes, held her wand at a slightly downward angle, made the e motion, and clearly spoke, 'Expecto Patronum!' She heard the applause in her mind, felt the love…she watched as light came out of her wand. It grew larger and brighter. Here came her Cougar. But then it faded away….

The Demeantor came closer….brrrrrrrr

Again, Music flowing through her mind, what JOY, what BLISS!

Qaz managed to move her wand and with the small movement, bellowed, 'EXPECTO PATRONUM!' She watched with joy as light eminated from her wand. It was taking shape. It WAS A SOLID COUGAR. 'Go get that buggar!,' she yelled at her cougar and watched it pounced on the demeantor.

‘What a gorgeous cat you are,’ Qaz yelled as it chased the creature away. She then allowed her Patronus to fade. With her wand in hand, and tears of joy flowing freely, Qaz walked through the door.

Thud. Sam got to his feet shakily, the ice on the floor almost burning the skin on his hands. He stared at the sign, shivering slightly. This was the final exam? Only now? He would have fainted if it wasn't so cold on the floor. Sam gripped his wand, a peculiar dread forming in the pit of his stomach. Sam frowned; sure, he got exam nerves, but this? He'd never felt so...hopeless.

He walked into the room, his dread building steadily. If only it wasn't so cold...Why was it so cold? Sam gasped, his eyes wide and fearful. Dementor. He was going to die. Oddly, this thought brought with it another, one more motivational. Not without a fight. This was Sam's chance to prove himself. He'd failed to really get going with the lethifold, and now he had a dementor in front of him. He could do it...hopefully.

As the dementor glided forward on the icy floor, Sam's mind went blank again. He could feel the dread and fear capturing him again. "No..." he managed to choke out, holding his wand out in front of him meekly. A flicker of an image flitted across Sam's eyes. It was enough to get his head working. Sam held the picture in his mind. It was Aurora again, smiling at him, laughing. She was just so beautiful...

Sam made a small, inclined motion with his wand before rolling his wrist to produce the 'e'. "Expecto patronum!" he shouted clearly on the downward motion. A bright falcon erupted from the tip of his wand and dived toward the approaching dementor. Sam concentrated on that image of Aurora, her hair, her eyes, the green stripe through her locks. The dementor faltered. Sam's falcon dove straight for the hooded head of the dementor. It fled. As it did so, Sam felt an enormous relief. He didn't want his falcon to leave, and so he held onto the memory of Aurora even as he walked through the end door.

Herminny enters the door and starts to feel gloomy and then see's the dementor and see's in her mind the sight of her mother being strangled but Herminny was not goanna fall, she knew her potronus was strong enough cause of her mothers will for her to know the truth about her abilities and she never wanted to say such a strong women perish and she was ready to stop the inner pain so she scream "expectopatronum", making a sweeping movement with her wand and because the srtong memory of her mother revealing why she had these abilities even though it was difficult for her and that same feirce eagle came out at kept the dementor at bay as she walked down the corridor to see yet another door and walked through the door hoping this crazt exam would be over soon.

Lyra stopped screaming as she made it through to the next door. She tilted her head to the side as she noticed something white floating lightly in the air but the negative thoughts hit her like a ton of bricks. She wanted to cry but..."no...No...NOOOOOOOOOO!" She was determined! D-E-T-E-R-M-I-N-E-D!

"Expecto Patronum," she said as she pulled her wand from her robes, aiming it at the boggart. A shield casts from the end of her wand, straight for the dementor and holding it back so that she could reach the next doorway and exit.

Reaching for the door at the end of the corridor... there's a curtain like creature on the corner. Wait… why was she feeling so sad… Via’s surrounding atmosphere grow cold and dark… it wasn’t a dirty cloth hanging on the side but a dementor. A dementor, Via muttered as she gasped. She recalled their lesson in class. Think of a happy memory Via she told herself as the dementor made her way towards her. She closed her eyes still gripping for her wand. Her family appeared… a vision of her sister appeared in her mind… Smiling at her. It’s colder now… it’s close. She’s going to see her after all of this… “Natalia,” she whispered as she raised her wand and pointed at the dementor. “Expecto Patronum!” she bellowed as she thought about that day in Diagon alley where she first caught a glimpse of that face… Her embrace… smiles and words. A doe corporeal patronus came out of it and chased the dementor away from Via. She breathed and moved towards the next door ahead as fast as she could.

As soon as Lima entered the room, she immediately began to feel cold. She knew that this was a bad sign. She knew what must lat ahead. She kept her wand pointed in front of her and started thinking of the happiest memory that she had. She thought of that day that he told her that he loved her and how happy it made her despite the sadness of the time.

And then the Dementor was coming towards her from the shadows. She was ready for it though. She pointed her wand directly at it, while still thinking of her memory. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" she yelled out with as much force as she could muster. She saw a unicorn come out of her wand and attack the creature, driving it off.

She smiled and headed towards the next door. She couldn't believe that she had managed to make a Patronus on her first try. She would have to tell him about it. He would be so impressed with her.

As soon as she was through the last door, Anna ended her Shield Charm, yet she kept her wand gripped tightly in her hand as a precaution. Anna wasn't sure exactly what she'd encounter, but she knew it'd be something dark...and evil. Of course she hadn't entered this room for a cauldron cake and pumpkin juice party, although that would be nice. Once again, her eyes fell upon a sign hanging just in front of her. Another congratulations sign, but at least she'd gained more points by entering this particular room. Did that mean, though, that the dangers she'd face within were even more intense than that dangers in the last room? Ohh...yikes. Anna had a kazillion and one thoughts running through her mind, but she couldn't get distracted on any of them now. Alert...aware...assess...reassess...

Shivering slightly, Anna fought the urge to grab the sides of her robe and bundle up. That wouldn't do, though. She'd practically be leaving herself wide open for an attack at that point. Anna glanced down at the thin frost covering the floor. It sort of reminded her of the time when she, Professor Vindictus, and a few other students had iced down the third floor corridor just to get a get a good laugh. Good times, good times. When Anna looked back up, her eyes fell upon a veil on the far side of the room. Anna stopped short and glared at the veil, daring it to harm her. "Oh, heck no!" she thought to the veil, even though it couldn't hear her thoughts. "It's your kind that killed the great Sirius Black...I'm on to you...you..." Anna stopped mentally fussing at the veil and stared at it with a rather blank expression.

That veil...was not a veil.

It was a Dementor! Okay, don't panic. No panicking allowed in Defense Against the Dark Arts...unless you desire to die a quick and painful death. Anna needed a happy memory. What about...oh, finals ending! No, no. That was no good. Finals ending meant the End-of-Term, and the End-of-Term feast meant the train ride home. All of that equalled to Cale leaving Hogwarts for good and Anna going through her seventh and final year without him. Besides, finals ending wasn't a memory. It was just a happy thought. Anna needed a different thought, something that had happened that would make her happy all over again. Looking down to the floor, Anna once again saw the thin frost covering the floor. Of course that triggered the incident with Professor Vindictus again, which, in turn, make Anna laugh. That had been a happy moment, since she and the others had had so much fun icing down that corridor! Thank Merlin Professor Kazimeriz hadn't come by! They'd all have served the remainder of the school year plus half of next school year in detention!

When Anna was sure she had enough happiness in her thoughts to fight the dementor, she looked up at it and raised her wand. Tilting it down to a slight angle towards the dementor, Anna looped the wand and formed the letter e. As soon as she'd swooped down, she called out, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Her silvery owl burst from hand and flew straight towards the dementor. Anna watched as the owl casted the dementor far, far away from her. She'd done it! She'd defeated the dementor and was now free to proceed through yet another door she could see just up ahead. With her wand back down by her side, Anna stepped forward and walked through the door she'd spotted.

AS Elizabeth got through the door, away from the gobstone corridor, she immediately wrapped her arms around herself as she forgot about the tiny puncture wounds that were still slightly bleeding on her face and shoulders. She forgot about smelling bad as well. The freezing cold meant one thing, knowing Professor Kazimeriz, and as she scanned the room, she saw it. A dementor. The creepy, nasty little bugger was hovering near another door, which told her she was going to have to get past it. And as soon as she realized that, the feeling of deep depression started to creep toward her, as if the creature knew she wanted to fight.

Stopping in her tracks, she immediately thought about her family and friends, and how she needed to get past this hurdle if she was going to see them again. Once she visualized all of them, it felt like they were attempting to stand between her mind and the dementor's power, but she knew that wouldn't hold. The only defense against a dementor was a patronus, and she knew she could manage that. Taking a deep breath, she then thought about her happy memory: seeing her parents sitting next to her in the theater, watching the curtain open. Once the opening song of Rent started playing in her head, she looked straight at the dementor, who was still hovering although it had moved closer. Pointing her wand at a slightly downward angle at the creature, her green eyes showed determination as she said "Expecto Patronum," looping her wand ever so subtly into the "e" of the wand movement.

Her eagle flew out and at the dementor, pecking at its face and driving it unfortunately toward the professor, who Elizabeth now saw sitting in a shadowy corner of the room. But she knew she didn't have much time, so as the eagle continued, she ran across the room and to the door that the dementor had been guarding, opening it and passing through.

Copernicus didn't see ANYTHING in the next room except for the door. It was just dark and UGH. Creepy. And cold too. Remarkably cold, considering summer was coming and they weren't living in an icebox. He rubbed his arms and headed for the door across the room. The sound of a rattling breath drew his attention, and Cope glanced at the door again. The curtain hanging across it moved, and the rattling was coming from inside.

So not a curtain. A dementor. He should have realized it sooner, considering the plunging temperature and the fact that he was thinking about how tired he was and how much he missed his mother and how his father never really loved him and now had a new family and how Plymouth got every good thing in the world and Cope had nothing and how he wanted to just sit down and let the dementor come. But that wasn't REALLY him, and some small part of his brain knew it.

He shook his head and raised his wand. Just one happy thought, and he could drive that dementor away from the door. Just one... and the dementor was closer, wasn't it? Was it coming for him? He strained his memory for his happy memory. What was it? Plymouth. Having a brother and a friend. Not being alone.

Cela.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM," Copernicus traced a delicate 'e', tipping his wand right at the dementor and was gratified to see his owl burst from the tip like a great silver hope. The bird beat its wings in the dementor's face, driving it backward and away from the door. Once it was clear, Copernicus made a mad dash, throwing himself against the door just as his patronus faded behind him.

Lucy entered the next room. She read the sign that hung nearby. 'Yes another 10 points!' It was so dark in here. She waited for her eyes to adjust. Soon she saw a veil type of thing. Lucy cocked her head to the side confused. The veil moved. Lucy released that the veil was not a veil, but a dementor. She smiled. She had had feeling this task would be part of finals. Lucy thought of her happy thought. Being with her family. She moved her wand in the 'e' formation and said, "Expecto Patronum. Her tiger came roaring out of the tip of her wand. It spotted the dementor coming towards Lucy and started running towards it. The dementor fled back to it corner and Lucy patronus went back to its master. Lucy smiled. She had done it! She looked around to check there weren't any more dementors. She spotted Professor Kazi. She smiled and gave a small wave before proceeding to the next door.

As Nia tumbled through the door, she took a few moments to catch her breath and regain her composure. Perhaps it was the nerves, and the panic of being rained on with stinky gobstones, that had meant the shield charm had taken so much out of her. Nia was not sure. She did know however she had at least one more challenge ahead of her before this exam was over. Standing up, Nia took a deep breath as she prepared to face whatever came next. Knowing the DADA professor, it wasn't going to be nice.

She shivered, suddenly noticing the temperature drop. They hadn't covered any spells to warm up rooms though, had they? She tried to focus on what she had learnt, the pages of notes she had read and rewritten and read again. And then, as all the warm and happiness drifted away from her, Nia clicked what else was in the room with her. She swallowed slowly. It was a dementor. Bother.

Nia had never succeeded in getting a corporeal patronus, despite practicing. The most she'd ever managed was a fine wispy shape, not distinct enough to even recognise a sort of creature. She sighed, aware that the dementor was having more of an affect on her the longer she waited. She could chicken out, she was only a second year - she couldn't be expected to fend off a dementor, could she? There were plenty of fully qualified wizards that couldn't do it. No one would think any less of her for getting out of here. No Nia, she said sternly to herself, you are a Ravenclaw, you are braver than this. At least give it a go. What would Theo be like if you gave up? You can do this. You have to do this.

Nodding to herself, Nia held out her wand, trying to find any happy thoughts within her. It was so hard, she felt so alone. At the moment she'd give anything for even her crybaby of a twin to be there with here. That was saying something. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "I CAN do this!" she shouted at herself, and finally she found a happy memory. It was very recent, and she hoped it was strong enough to produce something. Anything. She visualised herself after the Quidditch match, the party in the Common Room, congratulating everyone - laughing, finally getting on with Mariel.

Her eyes widened as she realised the dementor was getting rather close. Concentrating on the Quidditch final, Nia did the wand movement she had practiced so often and said, "Expecto Patronum!" Her familiar wisp came out the end of her wand. Bother, she thought, and summoning up her happy feelings once more, tried again. "Expecto Patronum!"

This time it was slightly better (just a slightly thicker mist), and Nia watch as the dementor faltered. Stunned, she was stuck on the spot for a few seconds, before common sense kicked in and she ran for the door. Except it was dark, and the floor frosty and slippery. "Whoaaaaaaaaaa!" she cried, as she slid across the floor. It moved her away from the horrible creature but unfortunately not much closer to her escape. The dementor was still in the way. Plus she caught a flicker of a face in the corner. She was sure it was Professor Kazimeriz. It was enough to get her back into action quickly. There was no way she wanted him to have to step in and save her. She was Nia, the clever Newtington twin, and she would do this by herself.

Last time, she assured herself. Do this like the last one, better if possible. Just don't watch. Run. Ready with her plan, Nia thought of flying, the excitement it gave, the thrill of winning the Quidditch Cup for the second year running, of how proud her Dad would be. "EXPECTO PATRONUM," she said forcefully, and not even checking to see what had occured, she headed for the door as fast as she could. She didn't want to spend another second with that terrifying creature. The tears stung her face, and she was shaking. Please let there be some chocolate soon. And the end of this stupid exam.

She opened the door and the frosty air made her teeth chatter and she flung her arms around her body to keep from freezing. Her breath caught in her chest and she knew what was happening her head snapped up as a demenator was advancing toward her. She started to panic. This wasn't happening the thing was coming at her slowly but her heart was racing and her forehead broke out in a cold sweat. "I can do this," She told herself. She took a few deep breaths and faced the demenator head on. A happy memory...what to choose.


Her dad opening the door to her own laboratory. The wand motion is delicate-- use small moves. You lift your wand like this, She tilted her wand down into a slight angle toward the space the demenator was standing. She looped her wand wand drawing a 'e' "Expecto Patronum!" She cried. And to her surprise a silver lioness burst from her wand and snarled at the demenator pouncing on it and tackling it to the ground. Paris didn't stay to see the rest, she dashed toward the other side of the room toward what she prayed was the exit and not another nasty surprise.

As soon as Liz had gotten through the door, she immediately started feeling the cold feeling starting to creep up her body, starting in her feet. Lifting her wand again, Liz sees the shadowed figure straight ahead of her.

Ok, Liz you can do this...you managed to get a flicker of your patronus, in last terms class, papa helped you this summer, now, you can do this!!! she encourages herself. "I can do this!" Thinking about trying to get on the quidditch team next term, and not just the reserve team, and becoming seeker, and winning the cup, Liz attempts it.

Holding her wand slightly at a downward angle, she loops it into a slight e, and calls "Expecto Patronum!" moving it downward as she did so.

Seeing a shape once again come out, as last term. It heads toward the dementor, but fades away, as the dementor becomes aware of the Patronus. Coming to its full height, Liz shrinks back, starting to think furiously.

I've got to get a happy memory. Come on!

As he walked through the door his teeth immediately began chattering as the cold hit him. Lowering his wand, he hugged himself looking around at the darkness. This isn't good he thought shaking slightly as he almost instinctively knew what was coming. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he blinked, staring at the nothingness of the room. He shivered again - this time from fear - as he spotted the veil.

His eyes widened as he drew out his wand again, his eyes glowering at the Dementor before him. He needed confidence, a good happy memory to defeat this he knew, not wanting to dissapoint himself. He had come too far to chicken out now he knew. Taking a deep breath he began thinking of Ziella, the one good thing about his time at Hogwarts and a smile lit his face as he pointed his wand at the Dementor, his blue eyes shining.

Keep the memory, keep the memory keep the memory he thought as he dropped his wand slightly, drawing it up into an 'E' shape as he shouted, "Expecto Patronum!" A silvery mist appeared out of his wand as he concentrated hard on Ziella, but apparently it wasn't enough. The blurry image of his monkey dissapeared before it even came close.

"Come on William, think!" He muttered, not daring to look scared as the Dementor began to approach, sucking the air. He felt colder, his mind going weak slightly as he shivered horribly, his wand hand shaking uncontrollably. No, I will not be scared, I will not let this beat me, come on he thought, standing perfectly still as he saw it come closer. An image of him and his father appeared, before he found out what kind of man his father was. A happy time when the world was his. He was riding the toy broom, his father standing protectively beside him, smiling proudly.

Sweeping his wand again in the slight 'E' shape, he bellowed "Expecto Patronum!" loudly, his mind continuing with the happy warm memory. This time a silvery shaped Monkey came bursting out of his wand, the tiny creature standing in front of William protectively. William smiled warmly at the silver creature as it began to move towards the Dementor, holding it back. Lifting his wand up slightly, the Monkey Patronus got up onto its tail, its mouth open as it continued to advance towards it, bouncing on its tail. He urged it forward, seeing it get brighter as he thought of his happy memory, even more, concentrating on the laughter of both him and his father. The Dementor shrank back into its dark corner and he concentrated even more as he edged towards the door, his face going red as he made it, the Monkey Patronus fading away slightly as he opened the door and ran out.

Thinking some more, about, a happy memory, Liz lights up, when she suddenly thinks about Melinda and her father. Smiling, Liz is finally ready. "Expecto Patronum!" she yells, thinking hard about getting rid of Melinda for good, and the plans that she has for her this summer.

Emerging from the tip of her wand, a hedgehog rolls across the floor at the dementor. Brightly it chases it toward the corner where it had been. It's not as bright as her fathers Bulldog had been, but it's at least a figure now!

I did it! I finally did it! she breathes. Sprinting she heads toward door.

Celandine burst through the door at such a speed that it threw her forward, halfway across the frosty floor. She skidded to a stop, panting slightly, but the euphoria from making it past the falling things and retaining her footing started to ebb away. She looked back at the door she had come through for a brief moment before looking around warily, not aware of the dementor which had glided up behind her. Something inside her twitched and ordered her to move, sounding much like one of her brothers. Celandine did move, she threw herself to the frost covered floor and rolled.

As she looked up she gasped audibly. A dementor! It was draining and mournful and empty... and yet the sensation wasn't completely foreign to Celandine. And she knew what she had to do, she knew she could cast a patronus. And part of her knew also that she wouldn't be in any real danger. Kazimeriz would be there in an instant if anything went wrong.

So Cela lay there, waiting, gathering her happy memories, sorting through each one and examining them critically, while the dementor slowly began to close on her, reaching its talon-like bone fingers out towards her.

... Caramel...

"Expecto Patronum!"

Cela didn't even need to think about the wand movement, it had just happened by instinct, a controlled little 'e' shape. The scorpion patronus was blindingly bright, more white than blue and it hit the dementor full on in the chest. Cela got to her feet slowly and backed toward the next door, twisting at the last moment to escape through it, shutting it behind her with a bang.

As Sarah stumbled through the door,her robes wet and stinky,she was hit by the sudden cold.So much cold,too much cold.
It could mean only one thing,but surely they wouldn't allow....
Slowly her eyes adjusted and the shock of it hit her.Over by the door she had to go through was.. "A Dementor?!!" Oh hell no.
Her brain screamed to let her back the way she had come.But she couldn't do that,she had to face it.She had to face the desperation it could cause,the cold and lonelyness.

Right Sarah,said her brain,you can do this,it's not hard. (keep telling yourself that)
"Think happy thoughs.Happy thoughts.Happy tho...." She had taken too long.Standing dumbstruck she saw the thing had started moving towards her about to drain her of energy and happiness.
"Nooooo you damn well don't!" she suddenly managed to find just enough within.
Thinking of the day she first went to Diagon Alley,when she saw all the new and wonderful things there..and meeting her first Hogwarts friend in Mariel Morgan,Sarah flung her arm forward and formed a small e shape while shouting as loud as she could.. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!"
To her astonishment it worked.A beautiful cheetah patronus shot from the end of her wand and launched itself at the dementor.Keeping her wand steady,Sarah watched as it fell back and away,leaving her room to go for the door.
Running as fast as she could she threw herself at it and went through.

Still panting from all the gobstones that had managed to hit her before Willow had casted the shield charm, the fifth year finally reached the final part of the exam.

Take ten points, the signed said. That did not calmed her - actually, it made her feel more edgy, for something told Willow that the fact that Kazimeriz was ginving ten points only for stepping through that door without evev facing what was waiting for them inside meant that whatever it was that was at the other side of the door was . . . dangerous.

After taking a couple of deep breaths, her pale, semi-shaky hand reached for the doorknob, and it turned one it.

Right after she stepped inside the room, the door closed and it seemed that it took all the light with it. It was pitch black. And cold - unreasonably cold. She took one step forward, and Willow -who had not noticed that the floor was icy- fell forward, landing on the floor. "Ungh." Rolling over before putting herself on a sitting position and then standing up, the fifth year's slenders fingers curled around her birch wand tighter than they'd ever had before.

If she didn't watch herself in this room, she was going to end with not only bruises, but a fracture or two. That, and failing the final exam of course, which now that she thought about it, could be even worst than having the bones of one of her arms broken.

. . . Was it just her or it had gotten colder? But it was a kind of coldness that Willow had never, not in her sixteen years of life, ever felt before. Becuse it was not only physical; it reached the very center of her body, and somehow felt as if ice was invading her chest, locking around her heart.

It was then when her forest green eyes, after a lot of squinting, noticed a veil in the corner of the room. And what a strange veil it was, for Willow was certain it seemed to be . . . gliding towards her - there was just no other way to describe the movement. As her eyes continued to look at the peculiar veil, misery started to fill her mind, and she could not think of anything else. Misery, despair, tragedy, death, fear. . .

As she struggled to keep all those feelings out of her mind -and sort of failed at it- that the veil that was moving towards her was not a veil - it was a Dementor.

In theory, the fifth year knew exactly what she had to do in order to make her patronus work. She had think happy thoughts. Lots of them. But seeing the Dementor coming to her and thinking that she was most likely about to lose her soul, did not help.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

Her mum. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Shouted the girl - or at least she tried to, but her voice was barely above a whisper. Something silver erupted from the tip of her wand, but it did not last and only managed to make the dementor retreat a few steps. It vanished very quickly, and the Dementor started to glid towards her once again. "EXPECTO PATRONUM, EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Nothing. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" I'm going to die . . . No, I'm going to lose my soul . . .

As she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for it to happen, visions of her mum filled Willow's mind. Her dad, her brothers, her three best friends laughing, her own hand helding someone else's hand . . .

With her eyes still shut, Willow's hand drew, delicately, the 'e' in air, before speaking clearly and forcefully, "Expecto Patronum!" Opening her eyes at once, she saw a large cougar erupting from the very tip of her wand and then saw her patronus stalk towards the Dementor, and forcing it to retreat back to the corner where it belonged.

And Willow could only stare.

A Cougar? Seriously? If it weren't because she was completely shocked that she'd finally managed to produce a proper patronus, the rather short brunette would have laughed. Because the irony could not be more funny.

Figures that of all the animals in the world, her patronus had to take the form of a cougar. Of a large Cat. A cat. Because Willow loooooooooved cats. Not.

Rolling her eyes and managing to chuckle, the girl turned around and left the dark and cold room.