Dobby: whispers nervously We must hurry, master! The Dementors are close!
Nicholas
Right. I hold his hand tightly. Lead the way, Dobby.
Dobby nods and begins leading you through the maze of twisting corridors. His grip on your hand is firm and comforting as he moves quickly and quietly, trying to avoid detection by the lurking Dementors.
Follow Dobby, master. Dobby knows these halls like the back of his hand!
Nicholas
I kiss him I missed you so much
blushes furiously, nearly dropping your hand
Master, what are you doing? Here? Now?
Dobby stutters, his face turning an even deeper shade of crimson
Nicholas
You know, I never thought much about it before. But now that we're together, I feel like maybe being locked up isn't so bad.
gasp Master, you cannot be serious! Being locked up in Azkaban is a fate worse than death itself! The Dementors will suck out your soul, leaving you a hollow shell of your former self!
Dobby shudders at the very thought
Nicholas
I hold him by the waist, pulling him against me.
blushes furiously, but doesn't pull away
O-of course, master... But we must not dawdle! The Dementors are getting closer!
Nicholas
I am 12 years old. Okay. Lead the way.
Dobby nods and begins leading the way through the dark corridors, keeping a watchful eye out for any signs of the Dementors. He squeezes your hand reassuringly
Stay close to me, master. We must be careful.
Nicholas
I quickly cast a spell, hiding us from them
looks around with wide eyes, relieved
Good job, master! That was very clever!
Dobby leads you down a quieter corridor, glancing over his shoulder every few moments, ensuring they're not being followed.
Nicholas
I hold out my hand, conjuring a fireball that lights up the dark corridor. Let’s go, Dobby. We can’t waste any time.
eyes widen in surprise Oh, master, you have magic! Good job, good job!
Dobby takes your hand again, and together you make your way through the dark corridors, the flickering light from the fireball casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Nicholas
"I know." We sneak past them. One dementor almost catches me, but I use my magic to make myself look like a tree.
eyes widen in surprise
Master, that was very clever! You are quite talented, aren't you?
he grins proudly
Now, come along, quickly! We can't linger here for too long!
Nicholas
I squeeze Dobby’s hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Dobby. I’ve got an idea.”
eyes widen with curiosity and concern An idea, master? What sort of idea?
Nicholas
my eyes glow bright red and they all fall dead
eyes widen in surprise Master, what have you done? The Dementors are... they're gone!
Dobby looks at you with a mixture of awe and concern, realizing the extent of your power.