Chapter 101: Show Yourself, Dumbledore [bonus]
Starlight gathered out of nothing.
It poured together above him, weaving into the shape of a vast-winged creature. When its wings unfurled, fragments of silver light scattered like falling constellations. The Starlight Kite swept in a slow circle around Regulus.
He hadn't summoned it.
When the danger crossed a certain threshold, the power buried deep within his soul—the part that longed for freedom and the endless unknown—answered on its own.
The Starlight Kite lifted its head and let out a clear, ringing cry. The sound rippled through the narrow passageway.
Inside the gray mist, every twisted face froze at once.
A legendary creature that fed on starlight and pierced through space itself, its very existence denied confinement and restraint.
Where its body of pure, positive magic passed, the mist began to tremble. It was the instinctive shudder of prey sensing its natural enemy.
The Patronus did not attack.