1. Maybe Dementors can take the memory of particular good times on the pitch away from you, but they can't take away the memory of what it means to fly. That's written in the bones.
2. The way that Auntie had put her hand over his when he enlisted.
3. Going back to see the old family place, in ruins maybe, but with the countryside still wild and beautiful around. Attie can't explain why it made him so happy, so maybe happy isn't the word. Maybe pride is.
4. Some woman in the mud of a sewer. She had curly hair and pale skin. Attie doesn't remember her name, but he remembers how frightened she was, and how she'd screamed before she died.
5. A house with trees around. First son, old enough to giggle, but not old enough to walk, but squirming in the arms. Smiling woman wearing a black and white dress with ivy leaves on it and little red coral earrings. It never happened, except insofar as Pansy conjured it up for a fancy one afternoon in bed at the Galleon. Maybe this is why the Dementors can't take it, but the joy at being loved, at being with Pansy, was real enough.
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2. The way that Auntie had put her hand over his when he enlisted.
3. Going back to see the old family place, in ruins maybe, but with the countryside still wild and beautiful around. Attie can't explain why it made him so happy, so maybe happy isn't the word. Maybe pride is.
4. Some woman in the mud of a sewer. She had curly hair and pale skin. Attie doesn't remember her name, but he remembers how frightened she was, and how she'd screamed before she died.
5. A house with trees around. First son, old enough to giggle, but not old enough to walk, but squirming in the arms. Smiling woman wearing a black and white dress with ivy leaves on it and little red coral earrings. It never happened, except insofar as Pansy conjured it up for a fancy one afternoon in bed at the Galleon. Maybe this is why the Dementors can't take it, but the joy at being loved, at being with Pansy, was real enough.