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The
yelping
stopped
abruptly
.
As
they
reached
the
lakeshore
,
they
saw
why
--
Sirius
had
turned
back
into
a
man
.
He
was
crouched
on
all
fours
,
his
hands
over
his
head
.
"
Nooo
,
"
he
moaned
.
"
Nooo
...
please
...
.
"
And
then
Harry
saw
them
.
Dementors
,
at
least
a
hundred
of
them
,
gliding
in
a
black
mass
around
the
lake
toward
them
.
He
spun
around
,
the
familiar
,
icy
cold
penetrating
his
insides
,
fog
starting
to
obscure
his
vision
;
more
were
appearing
out
of
the
darkness
on
every
side
;
they
were
encircling
them
...
.
"
Hermione
,
think
of
something
happy
!
"
Harry
yelled
,
raising
his
wand
,
blinking
furiously
to
try
and
clear
his
vision
,
shaking
his
head
to
rid
it
of
the
faint
screaming
that
had
started
inside
it
--
I
'm
going
to
live
with
my
godfather
.
I
'm
leaving
the
Dursleys
.
He
forced
himself
to
think
of
Black
,
and
only
Black
,
and
began
to
chant
:
"
Expecto
patronum
!
Expecto
patronum
!
"
Black
gave
a
shudder
,
rolled
over
,
and
lay
motionless
on
the
ground
,
pale
as
death
.
He
'll
be
all
right
.
I
'm
going
to
go
and
live
with
him
.
"
Expecto
patronum
!
Hermione
,
help
me
!
Expecto
patronum
!
"
"
Expecto
--
"
Hermione
whispered
,
"
expecto
--
expecto
--
"
