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A thin wisp of silver escaped his wand and hovered like mist before him. At the same moment,
Harry felt Hermione collapse next to him. He was alone… completely alone…

“Expecto — expecto patronum —”

Harry felt his knees hit the cold grass. Fog was clouding his eyes. With a huge effort, he fought
to remember — Sirius was innocent — innocent — We’ll be okay — I’m going to live with him
—

“Expecto patronum!” he gasped.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Chapter Twenty – The Dementor’s Kiss