Hello everybody, this fic is based in the Prisoner of Askaban, and I hope it's not OOC (I've tried my best). Please review if you can. Your opinion would make a very happy human being.

Flavio

PS: I don't own Harry Potter.

Expecto patronum

The dementor was approaching. The voices of his parents were screaming in his head.

Expecto patronum
Expecto patronum
Expecto patronum

But his patronus just created a flimsy smoke, not enough to drive the dementor away.

He tried, and tried, and tried again, but he was not sure if he wanted it to work, it was the only time he had heard his parents voices.

He had seen them once. The Mirror of Erised had shown him his family. And now, the voices, his parents trying to protect him. And he felt comforted, because in his life at least for some time someone had truly loved him. And he would go to his dormitory and dream about them. But when he woke up the reality sank in and he was devastated all over again.

In the lake he was anxious again, the dementors were coming closer. For him, Harry Potter, "The-boy-who-lived", nothing was more tempting then the nothingness that was moving towards him.