Harry Potter characters react to the movies

The Dementor

Scene:

A witch was knocking on a door, looking extremely done.

The witch: Housekeeping.

The door opened, the occupant roaring loudly on her face, blowing her hair, before slamming the door in her face.

Albus snickered, "Honestly, who yells at housekeeping like that?"

Mrs. Weasley huffed in agreement. "No manners at all. I hope she cursed his towels to shrink."

The witch: I will come back later.

The witch sighed before walking away. Meanwhile, Harry stepped out of his room, only to catch sight of a scruffy orange cat barreling down the stairs, hot on the trail of a panicked, squealing rat. A grin spread across his face as he followed the scene down to the common area, where he found Ron cradling his trembling pet with a look of utmost fury, and Hermione standing by with her arms folded, holding the unruly orange menace—Crookshanks.

Ron: I am warning you, Hermione, keep that bloody beast of yours, away from Scabbers.

Lily Luna's face lit up. "Oh Auntie, Is that Crookshanks?" she asked Hermione, eyes wide.

Hermione nodded, looking fondly at her former pet. 

Ron grumbled, clutching Scabbers even tighter as he eyed Crookshanks with a mixture of irritation and suspicion.

Hermione: It's a cat, Ronald. What do you expect? It's in his nature.

Ron: A cat? Is that what they told you? It looks more like a pig with hair if you ask me.

The cat lovers and people who could turn into cats in the room turned to Ron with icy stares

McGonagall in particular lifted an eyebrow, unimpressed. "A pig with hair?" she murmured, shaking her head. "I'd say he looks more dignified than some wizards I know."

Sirius snorted. "Watch it, Ron. Crookshanks might decide to chase you next."

Ron squirmed. "I wasn't that off!" he said defensively. "Just look at him!"

"No, you just can't appreciate art," Hermione shot back, with a sassy tilt of her chin, as Crookshanks purred, blinking his large, amber eyes.

"Art?" Ron grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Only if you call a dusty old mop 'art.'"

"You didn't just-" Hermione gasped. 

Harry smiled.

Hermione: That's rich, coming from the owner of a smelly old shoe brush. It's all right, Crookshanks. You just ignore the mean little boy.

Ron gasped, "I am not mean!" He looked around for backup, but only found amused smiles.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, yes, you are. It's practically in your job description."

"No, I'm not!" Ron replied, practically pouting. The two glared at each other like it was a battle of wills.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes."

"No!"

"No."

"Yes."

Ron spluttered as Hermione smirked. "Ha! You said it yourself!"

"That's cheating!" Ron protested, flustered. "I didn't... you tricked me!"

Hermione smirked victoriously. "No tricks, Ronald. Just facts."

Ron looked offended before he caught sight of Harry on the stairs.