Dementors of the Blakes

Sirius hid in a corner by himself and didn't talk to me. I didn't know what to do for a moment.

I tried to continue communicating with him, so I found a topic and wrote it on parchment: What happened to that Animagus?

I'm sure he must have looked up, otherwise there wouldn't be a sudden pause in his inner emotions, but he continued to keep silent, pretending he didn't see anything, and he ignored me.

asshole!Why is he so clueless? Doesn’t he know that as long as I report the problem I discovered this time: Animagus can avoid the induction of my family, and he, as an illegal Animagus, can’t Mind, I was worried that those morons at the Ministry of Magic would let me kiss him.

I don't want to kiss him...

I started to feel unhappy, and wrote another line: You are a dog, and I will not let you go...

After a clatter, I heard the sound of the iron chain being struck, and Sirius obviously fell, and then, I finally heard his annoyed voice: "You are writing something scribbled!!"

Well, since he doesn't like it, let's not talk about it.

I continued: What happened to Bella?Why did you bite her?

He didn't answer me, and his mood seemed a little depressed.

So, I added another sentence in detail: Are you hungry?The house elves shouldn't deduct your food...

Otherwise, does he need to turn into a dog to bite people?Maybe it's because they dislike the sharpness of the human mouth?

"You...you..." Sirius obviously understood what I meant, he seemed to be angry, and his tone became agitated, "You bastard who pretends to be clever and causes trouble!"

Oops, what a long prefix!

I tilted my head, signaling him to continue.

"Damn it! What...what are you trying to do? Can you pretend that I don't exist?" Sirius waved the iron chain and made a harsh sound, "I beg you to let me go to jail with peace of mind?"

I was stunned. His emotion was not particularly disgusting, but his tone was very excited.

I couldn't understand him, so I wrote down my doubts: A while ago, didn't you keep clamoring to see me?

When Sirius saw it, he became even more indignant. He gritted his teeth and said, "That's because you put those three guys...!! Oh, it's just unbearable."

He took a deep breath, and suddenly asked me: "...by the way, why did you think of bringing the other two together, you...how did you know that they, me and Bella are...?"

Before he finished speaking, I confessed: I was eavesdropping on your conversation around the corner.

Immediately he frowned, and the thud of the chain told me he seemed to jump up.

"You're hiding there to eavesdrop!" Sirius raised his voice an octave higher, "You really have been hiding there and eavesdropping!!! You bloody bastard!!!"

He is so easily excitable, I thought, and sensing that this time he was really cranky, I decided to take action.

I will never admit that I am guilty, and firmly believe that I am establishing the prestige and dignity of this monster.

I turned to him and activated my instinctive aura.

It's been a long time since I did this seriously, but I still do it so smoothly, as if it's like this every day, and his happy mood... After this period of cultivation and rest, it has also recovered to become more intense and delicious.

Human emotions are indeed very strange things. Even if they have been so low and almost lacking, as long as they are given time to recover, they can still be strong again.

What is he thinking?Can those previous memories give him power again?

I peered into those memories again...

"Oh, my God, Padfoot, I'm so nervous." James smirked and touched his head, but Sirius held down his wrist.

"Don't loosen your styled hair, your hair..." Sirius curled his lips helplessly, "Today... is your wedding with Lily."

"Yeah, it's finally this day!" James took a deep breath, and then looked back at his friend who was the best man. Although the man was smiling, for James, he could see the problem at a glance , "What's wrong? Padfoot, are you unhappy?"

"..." Sirius froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand to trim the ends of his hair, "No, it's probably because I'm too tired these days."

As he said this, he looked at James with a happy and silly look on his face, and finally he laughed too.

If you are happy, how can I be unhappy?

……

This memory is strange.

I thought so, but didn't stop smoking the ability to be happy.

In Sirius' happy memories, there is almost always a James Potter interlude. Although I am very dissatisfied with this, after a long time, I get used to it.

But this time, it was really weird.

I always think that James Potter is probably the most important friend in Sirius Black's life. Although there is still a Lupine and a Peter, these two are far more than a lot of that damn Potter.

Sirius has few memories of family affection, maybe he does, but if those memories don't make him happy, I can't see it.

As for love, I have never seen a memory of that either.

A person only has friendship, but this friendship can carry through his entire life, become the source of his happiness, and even support him to resist the erosion of our clan more tenaciously, which is hard for me to understand.

Is it really just friendship?

Before I could think deeply, I plunged into those memories again, but this time, I was completely dumbfounded.

"What is this?" Sirius twitched the corner of his mouth, and pointed to the particularly conspicuous wine bottle on the broken table.

From his memory, with his vision, I saw myself clearly for the first time.

Wearing a tattered cloak, even if the aura is completely suppressed, it is still difficult to get rid of the eerie aura. Just sitting on the stool floating on the stool makes people feel a kind of invisible pressure and fear.

... Sirius, have you always faced me like this?

I was a little dazed, and then I clearly saw myself moving, reaching out and writing a word on the parchment: red wine.

"I know it's red wine!" Sirius exclaimed angrily, "I wonder when Azkaban will serve alcohol!"

Sitting there leisurely, I didn't pay attention to Sirius, but pulled out the cork of the red wine on my own, and poured it gracefully into the two wine glasses on the table.

A series of movements, as if this is not a dementor at all, but an elegant nobleman.

I remembered that this was a small incident that happened during the period when Sirius was just sick.

I looked at myself in my memory, handed one of the wine glasses to Sirius, and held the other in my hand. I don't need to eat, and my "mouth" doesn't have this function, so I just quietly Shaking the half glass of red liquid, I quietly watched Sirius drink the red wine glass by glass under my gaze.

In Sirius' memory, I can clearly feel that his mood gradually changed from annoyance to calm, and then let the red liquid warm him up bit by bit.

This feeling is completely different from using the ability of a dementor to perceive emotions.

After reading the memory, I was a little dazed, and didn't hastily stop eating this time until I felt something was wrong with Sirius.

God, I almost forgot that Sirius hasn't faced a dementor for a long time, and he can't be too oppressive all at once!I became a little nervous, reached out to touch him, and was slapped away by his awkward palm.

Fortunately...not stupid.

I really didn't have any extra thoughts for a while, so I continued to study Sirius' situation. I was completely stunned by the memory I saw just now.

I never thought that my race, which feeds on happiness, would one day become part of the happy memory of mankind.

It's so weird isn't it?

Did Sirius feel happy at that time?

With me, he is not always bored and repulsed, he is actually happy, does that mean?

Was he happy because of the warmth of the wine, or because I was looking at him?

I... can't figure it out.

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I—a dementor, a bright and sad dementor, is looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle. If one day, the gloomy and dark dementor that brings people despair can also become a part of happiness, then ... what else is impossible?