Dora was a bit upset that Silas had not listened to her. It was not that she didn't think him fit to defend himself, she just didn't want him ripped out her life like the others. She could feel the dread start to seep into her and she didn't want to lose Silas the way she had lost the others. Looking at him from the corner of her eye she said quietly, "I only ever want to protect you, Silas. This is what I was trained to do, please don't act rash okay. Promise me. I cannot let anything happen to you also.... I think I could love you." She had not wanted to say any of that the way she had, but it was certainly a dangerous situation.

Then the rasping, sucking sound that Dora had been waiting for seemed to come at them from all sides. "EXPECTO PATRONUM" Dora bellowed. A sleek panther burst from the end of her wand and stealthly manuevered through the bramble around them until it found it's intended target. The Dementors began to scatter but some still marched forward, their death rattle getting stronger. "Silas, as many Patronuses as you can manage." Then turning she shouted the incantation again and again and more panthers began to pounce and screech.