It worked. You have the boy in your arms, the dementor has been driven away. Congratulations on making it thus far. But there’s another challenge on your hands as you’re about to find out.

The boy stirs in your arms then he looks up at you with slightly unfocused eyes. “Who are you? Where are you taking me? What happened?’’

The boy clutches at you for dear life as though expecting the dementor to return.