My Expecto Patronum

“But this is touching, Babeta,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the Harry Potter's world, after all?”
“For this?” I shouted. “Expecto Patronum!”
From the tip of my wand burst the silver doe: She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to me, and his eyes were full of tears.
“After all this time?”
“Always,” I said.



The snitch is in fact yellow/gold and wings are grey and white...