[Screaming. That was Tobias' reaction to the Dementor.
The look of it, while very unnerving for a boy afraid of almost anything, hadn't been what had done it. It had been that leeching -- that sapping of even the slightest positive feeling that had thrust those old feelings, those old memories and thoughts back upon the poor child. Those memories were not ones that he wanted to resurface, and certainly not ones he had ever been prepared to handle.
Which is why he had hit the ground and was now curled up in a ball, screaming like he was being slowly tortured and tears running down his face in a torrent.]
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The look of it, while very unnerving for a boy afraid of almost anything, hadn't been what had done it. It had been that leeching -- that sapping of even the slightest positive feeling that had thrust those old feelings, those old memories and thoughts back upon the poor child. Those memories were not ones that he wanted to resurface, and certainly not ones he had ever been prepared to handle.
Which is why he had hit the ground and was now curled up in a ball, screaming like he was being slowly tortured and tears running down his face in a torrent.]