As I mounted my broomstick, I felt a rush of adrenaline. "Here we go!" I shouted, ready to take off.

But as I ascended into the air, I quickly realized that what I was trying to do was much harder than it thought. I wobbled and swerved, struggling to maintain my balance. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" I yelled as I careened towards the ground.

I managed to pull up at the last second, but not before my broomstick scraped the grass, sending me into a spin. "Ah!" I grunted as I hit the ground with a thud.

I picked myself up, dusting off my robes and rubbing my sore backside. "Okay, maybe I need a little more practice," I admitted to myself.

I hopped back onto my broomstick, determined to get the hang of it. "Up we go!" I shouted, pushing off from the ground.

But as I soared higher, I quickly realized that the boost maneuvers you see quidditch players do were an obvious challenge. I banked too hard to the left and felt myself starting to fall. "No no no no!" I yelled, trying to right myself.

But it was too late. I plummeted towards the earth, the wind rushing past my ears. "Aaaahhhhh!" I screamed as I crashed into the ground again.

I groaned as I picked myself up, feeling the bruises starting to form. "I guess I need to work on my turns," I muttered, rubbing my aching arm.

But despite the crashes and the bruises, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. There was something exhilarating about being up in the air, free to go wherever I pleased.

I mounted my broomstick once more, determined to keep practicing until I got it right. "Let's do this!" I shouted, eager to push off from the ground once again.

A distant shout caught my attention, and I turned to see Hermione and Harry waving their arms frantically. "Charles!" they shouted.

I immediately kicked off from the ground on my broomstick, soaring through the air towards them. As I landed near them, I could see the worry etched on their faces.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked, grinning with excitement at the thought of going for another ride.

"Charles, we need your help," Hermione said.

I looked at Hermione, noticing the serious expression on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked, my mind racing with thoughts of another potential attack.

"It's not that," Harry interjected. "We want to learn the Patronus Charm."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? Why now?"

"We just want to be prepared," Hermione said. "I remembered that you offered to teach us the Patronus charm before, and we think now is the time to take you up on that offer,"

I nodded, understanding their reasoning. "Of course, I'd be happy to help. But you know it's not an easy spell to master. It takes a lot of practice and dedication."

"We know," Harry said, determination in his voice. "But we're willing to put in the effort."

'I am guessing Ron had better things to do' I thought.

"Alright then," I said, a small smile forming on my lips. "Let's get started."

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As we landed at the grass field, I dismounted my broomstick and crossed my arms, taking a moment to gather my thoughts before explaining the way to learn the Patronus charm.

"First, you need to focus on a happy memory," I said. "Something that makes you feel warm and joyful inside. It's that feeling that will help you conjure the charm."

Harry and Hermione nodded, their faces serious as they listened to my instructions.

"Next, you need to think of that memory and say the incantation 'Expecto Patronum'," I continued. "You have to say it with conviction, as if you truly believe in the charm's power."

"But what if it doesn't work?" Hermione asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

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"It takes practice," I reassured her. "You might not get it right away, but keep trying. And remember, the more powerful the happy memory, the stronger the Patronus will be."

With that, I pulled out my wand and demonstrated the charm for them. I closed my eyes and focused on my happiest memory - On my birthday, I received the greatest gift of all - a PlayStation 2. I love you, mom. I could feel the warmth and joy of that moment flooding through me, and with a firm voice, I shouted, "Expecto Patronum!"

A silvery-white mist erupted from the end of my wand and took the form of a phoenix. The magical creature soared above us, wings beating gracefully as it let out a powerful cry that echoed across the field, its form shining in the sunlight.

'I can't believe it!' I thought to myself in shock. 'The original Charles had a Raven as his Patronus, but I guess it changed because of me.'

Harry and Hermione watched in amazement, their faces filled with wonder.

"That was incredible," Harry said, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'll admit, I didn't think it would work," Hermione said, her voice filled with awe.

"Now it's your turn," I said, "Focus on your happiest memory and give it a try."

Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his face scrunched in concentration. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and raised the wand.

"Expecto Patronum!" he shouted, but nothing happened.

"Don't worry, try again," I encouraged him.

Hermione stepped forward and gave it a try. She closed her eyes and focused on the memory of the first time she had read Hogwarts: A History. She raised her wand and shouted, "Expecto Patronum!" A wisp of silver smoke drifted out of the end of her wand, but it quickly dissipated.

"It's okay," I said. "You both just need more practice."

We spent the rest of the afternoon working on the charm, trying different memories and incantations. By the end of it, Harry had conjured a small Patronus and Hermione had managed to create a misty shape.

"It's a start," I said, clapping them on the back. "Keep practicing, and soon you'll both have full-fledged Patronuses."

As we mounted our broomsticks to head back to Hogwarts, I couldn't help but feel like someone was watching us. No, watching me.

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As a few days passed, I suddenly remembered something crucial - Buckbeak's imminent execution. Without hesitation, I made my way hurriedly towards Hagrid's hut, arriving just in time to witness the horrifying sight of the executioner already making his way towards the helpless creature.

Standing there with a look of deep concern etched onto my face, I felt my wand tightly clenched in my hand, as if it were an extension of my body. I couldn't bear to see such a magnificent creature meet such a cruel fate.

Suddenly, I made up my mind. I put my wand back in my robes and began to make my way towards the executioner, feeling the eyes of Dumbledore, Hagrid, and the ministry official upon me, all looking at me with a mix of wariness and curiosity.

'This beautiful creature will not die,' I thought to myself, feeling a sense of determination and defiance fill me.

Standing tall, my eyes locked on the magnificent creature that stood before me, my heart ached at the thought of Buckbeak's impending execution. I knew that I had to do something to save him.

"Let's go inside, Mr. Nielsen," Dumbledore said solemnly.

Nodding in agreement, I followed them as we made our way into Hagrid's hut.

"Give me Buckbeak," Charles said, his voice filled with conviction and authority. "My family will take care of him."

Dumbledore looked at him with a mixture of surprise and concern, while the ministry official simply scoffed at his words. "I'm afraid this is out of your family's hands, Mr. Nielsen," Dumbledore said, his voice firm but gentle.

"The execution of Buckbeak has already been ordered and set in motion," the official stated firmly.

I scoffed at his words and locked eyes with the executioner, willing him to feel the full force of my anger and power. My dragon bloodline surged within me, causing my pupils to slit into a piercing shade of purple. I knew the intensity of my gaze would be enough to make anyone tremble with fear.

The executioner shifted uncomfortably under my intense stare, his hands fidgeting with the handle of the axe. I could see the fear in his eyes, and for a moment, I almost felt satisfied with the effect of the extent of my abilities.

But then Dumbledore's voice broke through the tension. "Charles, enough," he said, stepping between me and the executioner. "My boy, control yourself," Dumbledore said in a firm but gentle tone.

I took a deep breath and felt the anger slowly ebbing away. My dragon bloodline may give me immense power, but it was up to me to control it.

Suddenly, my dragon senses were alerted to the presence of something or someone outside the window. I could feel the presence of people hiding nearby. A spark of hope ignited within me as I realized that Buckbeak might have a chance to be saved after all. But then a wave of embarrassment washed over me as I realized that I had momentarily forgotten about this crucial part of the movie.

I tried to keep a cool head, not wanting to alert anyone and continued to stall the Ministry official by ranting about the importance of Hippogriffs in the wizarding world.

"Just think of the injustice of killing such a magnificent creature," I said passionately. "Buckbeak is a rare and noble creature, and he deserves to live freely in his natural habitat. If we continue to harm and destroy these creatures, what kind of world will we be leaving for future generations?"

The Ministry official looked slightly taken aback by my sudden outburst.

Continuing to speak and rant for another minute, I eventually turned around to leave, my heart racing with anticipation.

As I turned to leave the room with everyone naturally following me outside, we realized that Buckbeak was nowhere to be seen. Despite the scrutiny of the Ministry official, a grin spread across my face and I simply shrugged innocently.

"Oh dear, Buckbeak has disappeared!" Dumbledore exclaimed, feigning surprise. "Anyways, we no longer require your services, executioner," he said with a note of dismissal in his tone.