I'll tell yer' old man it was a great bloody dragon, but I expect a blood pact, mate.

[ This is all bound to create some sort of very long, ugly Ministry hearing.

Which is precisely the thought John needs to strengthen the ward on the Dementor, grinning to himself. The circle in which its contained glows the red of a dying star. For measure, the silver rabbit in the air sinks it's teeth into the thing's arm, causing a displeased hiss to emit from it's mouth-hole. ]

Make it fast and don't aim for the face, bird-boy.