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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 05: The Dementors
"Ehmm… My Lord?" Lucius attempted to address Voldemort with caution.
The Dark Lord had been staring at the dead body of Harry Potter for several minutes after killing him with a well-aimed Avada… it was as if he was expecting something to happen.
But it was obvious to everyone that the boy was very much dead.
"What do we do with the two dead brats?" A large masked man approached. "Maybe we should chop the head of the 'Boy Who Lived' and send it to Dumbledore."
No one could see his face, but everyone present could tell that Walden McNair was grinning under his mask. The man was a sadist who enjoyed inflicting suffering on others.
Voldemort turned to look at him. There was no amusement on his face.
Feeling the danger, McNair took a step back. "I-I was just making a suggestion, t-that's all, My Lord."
The Dark Lord turned his attention back to Harry. "The Boy Who Lives… they called him. Some fools believed that he had a chance to defeat me, even if I returned."
Voldemort aimed his wand at the body. "How wrong they were… perhaps I should just burn away the corpse, leaving Dumbledore to wonder what had occurred to his beloved golden boy. I sh—"
He stopped speaking all of a sudden because he noted that the dementors were now descending.
"What are those creatures doing?" Lucius asked.
"They are getting a bit too close for comfort…" Both Crabbe and Goyle Senior were moving away from the rest.
Voldemort had been wondering why these dementors were here in the first place, as he had not called for them, but other matters had taken priority, and he had almost forgotten about them until they began to approach.
In the past, he gained the allegiance of these nasty creatures by promising the freedom to feed on the innocent as much as they wanted.
The food they get by draining the prisoners is barely enough to sustain themselves.
Many people have asked why the dementors obey the Ministry and guard Azkaban.
The truth is that the dementors were never under the Ministry's control. They refuse to leave Azkaban because that is their home.
The Ministry is simply the current holder of the castle, but the dementors will always remember who was the rightful ruler of that place, and they were still waiting for his return.
Five dementors had been hovering closer to the cemetery. At first, they were only observing the proceedings.
However, when Harry died… their behavior began to change.
Orders given to them centuries ago had now become relevant. The last words of their creator were never forgotten.
[I am Ekrizdis Skarvok, and I shall be eternal. You shall find me a new vessel so I may return in the future and lay waste to humanity.]
Voldemort saw the dementors getting closer and closer to him.
"Stop. I order you to stop!" He pointed at them with his wand.
Four of the dementors did stop and just hovered over him and his followers.
However, one of the creatures continued to approach.
Voldemort took note that this dementor looked different from the others. He never paid much attention to this and just assumed that all of them were the same.
But this dementor was larger, and he could see a faint green light in the creature's eyes. He had never seen one like this before.
Voldemort wasn't sure what to do. He did not wish to attack the dementor, as he expected to gain them for his side once more.
Now that he had returned to the world of the living, he would need to form another army to help him take over Magical Britain. And the dementors would be an essential tool to accomplish this.
"What do you want? There is nothing here for you. I will get you some fresh souls very soon. If you…" He then realized that the dementor was not interested in him.
It was looking at Harry.
"He is already dead…" Voldemort could not understand why a dementor would be interested in a corpse. They only feed on souls, not flesh.
Much to everyone's surprise, the dementor moved closer to Harry until its face was almost upon the boy.
Its bony hands grasped the side of Harry's head.
This was the motion they went through when they were about to perform the so-called Dementor's Kiss. Except that… Harry's soul should no longer be in his body.
Voldemort heard his followers question the dementor's actions as well. But he did not try to stop this. Now he was really curious.
'Could his soul still be there?... could Harry Potter still be alive?' He did not want to believe it, but a part of him was telling him that this was not over.
The prophecy that had been hanging over his head during all these years… was yet to be complete.
This is why he had been previously staring at the corpse of Harry. He was waiting to see if something happened.
The dementor let out a strange sound as it opened its mouth.
The eerie creature had its hands clutching at Harry's face and used one of its bony fingers to open his mouth.
The Death Eaters could not see it from where they were standing, but Voldemort saw something very strange occur next.
A green spark came out of the dementor's mouth and went inside Harry's.
"What did you do?" Voldemort asked the creature.
This one actually seemed to have heard him and turned its face towards him.
The dementor then let out a strange hiss directed at Voldemort.
Voldemort frowned. He had never heard a dementor hiss like this one, but it was clearly a threat.
"I have enough of this. The boy is mine." He aimed his wand at the creature.
Killing them may be impossible, but he still had a few curses in his arsenal that could affect these monsters.
All of a sudden, the other four dementors moved as well. They stood in front of Harry and the strange dementor who was still holding him and acted as a shield to fend off Voldemort's attack.
His curse ended up hitting one of them and pushed it away.
Voldemort shouted at them and ordered his followers to attack.
The other dementors responded by flying away from them, not really interested in a fight.
For a moment, Voldemort thought he had won their little spat, but quickly realized there was something amiss.
"Where is he?" Voldemort asked.
The body of Harry Potter had disappeared.
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