The very being that could kill me, truly kill me. Fear filled me more than I have ever felt before. A cold sweat appeared on my brow. My body started to shiver, and not because of the cold. My breathing quickened, trying to consume more oxygen. My mind went numb at the thought of what was to come. "No," I muttered. I started to thrash more and more, in any attempt to pull the chains off. Any attempt to get them to let go of the chains. But the magic continued to sap my strength, the same as the Dementor was sapping my happiness. 