As for sleep, he found out that if he left his body at night, then the natural state it would go into was one of sleep. So, he made sure to take off his body for at least six or seven hours each night to let the body sleep and stay healthy. Frankly, after a week of forcing down food and making his body sleep, the Harry-suit was looking much healthier than Harry did when he actually lived in it since he'd been having constant nightmares and had little appetite before everything happened.
While the Harry-suit slept, Dementor-Harry floated around the back garden trying to figure out if he had any knew dementor powers. Besides flying, and presumably sucking out souls (which he wasn't ever going to try), he couldn't figure out anything else. Flying was pretty awesome though. It was the one good thing about being sucked out of his body and becoming a horrifying monster. He felt free finally as he soared into the sky high over England and rode the air currents. It was a hundred times better than flying on his broom. He wanted to test if he could still do wizard-magic, but that was a sure way to get expelled over the summer. He just hoped and prayed that when he went back to Hogwarts his wand would continue to work for him. Since he would be pulling the magic from the Harry-suit, theoretically, he believed it would still work…hopefully.
Now, explaining all this does seem like Harry was taking everything really well…he wasn't. Yes, he was keeping his new pet alive (what he started to think of his body as), and he was flying most nights, but he was also screaming into the clouds, cursing fate and the world and Voldemort and everyone, and crying real tears when he was back in his body and had tear ducts again. He was also cold all the time and this made him even more miserable. He found that letting his dementor-aura go warmed him up as everything around him froze but pulling it in caused his body to feel like it was winter in the dungeons of Hogwarts instead of the middle of summer. His relatives probably thought he was insane, well they had already thought that for years, as he wore multiple layers of clothes while doing his chores in blazing heat.
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The Dursleys couldn't care less about Harry or his life, so any abnormalities or strangeness went largely unnoticed. The real test would be when Remus Lupin arrived to take him to wherever everyone was hiding out over the summer. He'd gotten a letter from Dumbledore on his birthday, which he'd completely forgotten about in his distress at turning into the monster from his nightmares, and which said that Remus would be by on August 2nd to pick him up for the rest of the summer. As August 2nd arrived much too quickly, Harry sat on his trunk in his room going over and over his new mantra of "Just act normal, don't scare the villagers, don't suck any souls out, and be Harry…not the monster. You're not the monster…" He didn't believe himself no matter how much as he told himself that.
When the front doorbell rang and Vernon grumbled an order up the stairs for him to get a move-on, Harry sighed and picked up Hedwig in her cage. "You ready girl?" He asked as she gave him a happy hoot. The only thing that kept him sane was that Hedwig hadn't abandoned him. He reasoned that if he were truly evil, then Hedwig would have left him the first chance she got. Instead, she flew with him at night and comforted him in both his human and dementor forms. There was no person in the world he loved as much as he loved his owl, and he made sure she knew that every chance he got with treats, words, head scratches, and generally treating her like the queen she was.
"Time to face the humans," he told her wryly as they made their way out of the room and down the stairs to see the very observant werewolf.
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Remus Lupin was standing just inside of the Dursleys' front door with a large, shaggy dog beside him. Harry paused on the stairs in fear, not having known that his dementor-sensitive godfather would be there as well. "Hi Professor Lupin," Harry forced a smile as he pulled in his aura as much as it was possible to do.
"Harry, I haven't been your professor for well over a year. Remus or Moony will work perfectly fine," the man laughed, dressed shabbily in muggle clothes the same as he did in wizard robes. The dog gave a happy bark beside him.
"Good to see you then…Remus," Harry smiled at him with a cautious step forward.
Harry's Aunt Petunia looked at the man and the dog as if a herd of cockroaches had tracked sewage into her front parlor. "Hurry up boy," she sneered as her hand inched towards a can of disinfectant spray that was sitting on the counter, presumably waiting for as soon as the wizards walked out the door, though Harry thought she was probably a heartbeat from spraying them down bodily if they stayed any longer.
"Of course, Aunt Petunia," Harry mumbled as he hurried down the rest of the stairs where the werewolf gave him a quick half-hug.
"You look different, Harry," Remus studied the teen he had an arm around.
"Really…" Harry almost panicked, thinking he was going to be found out before he even got out the front door. "It's been a while since you saw me last."
"That must be it," Remus nodded with a smile. "You look good, healthier, I think."
"Well, get going then!" Vernon almost shoved them out the front door in impatience and some still lingering fear of the new dementor.
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