Dementors of the Blakes

I went to Sirius' cell alone again, and he seemed to be huddled in a dark corner, full of remorse and sorrow.

Is he finished?

I suddenly became unhappy, and slapped the cell railing heavily with one hand. He finally realized that there was a dementor floating silently at the door of his cell, and he immediately became alert.

In addition to vigilance, there is also disgust and hatred.

I finally realized that I was too naive.

I'm delusional that a human can hold the hand of a dementor forever, it's impossible.

Human beings are inherently prejudiced against our race, because our race has the ability to hurt them, so whether we do this harm or not, we are already enemies.

What's more, Sirius is here, watching those prisoners being sucked away by our family, wandering in despair, as a human race, he can't have a good impression of our family.

At this very moment, I am still disgusted by people despite many efforts, I finally realized.

I think this kind of mood is so similar, obviously...he should be the first human being I'm interested in, but I can't hold back this weird sense of familiarity.

It seems that a long time ago, I had naive expectations for a person, because he was nice to me and gave me a different feeling, so I tried hard to believe that he would come back to me after all.

However, that was my whimsy, I didn't recognize the gap between the two, he ended up getting farther and farther away from me, and in the end he was full of disgust and disapproval of me, just because he felt that we were not the same kind.

I felt anger and disappointment, an explosion of emotions I had never experienced before.

Since he doesn't want to come to me, then... I will do as he wishes.

I sucked the joy out of him, and thought this meal was unexpectedly delicious.

This human joy is like a kind of poppy to me, I long to be infused with this feeling, always feel warmer, so, again, I am out of control.

I still forbid the clansmen to take action against Sirius, but I am like a bottomless funnel, desperately trying to take away this man's happiness and hope, even ignoring whether it will exceed the load he can bear.

You must know that if you are overly attacked by dementors, in terms of the endurance of the human mind, you will die.

But Sirius stubbornly persisted.

It wasn't until a few months later that I finally calmed down, and then I felt incredible.

Even I feel that I have squeezed too much, but he can still hold on, it seems that the happiness in his heart is endless.

He must be someone who was once very happy and good at finding fun for himself.

I suddenly became curious, I wanted to know what kind of life such a man who seemed to have inexplicable power in his heart led, and why he finally got himself into Azkaban.

So, while smoking his happiness this time, I peeked at his happy memories.

"That bastard slug is pestering Lily again." The young Sirius was full of eagerness, "Hurry up and rescue your Majesty the Princess, James."

"Come on Padfoot, your hands are itching again." The other boy had messy black hair and looked a bit chic and naughty.

"Oh, you misunderstood me. Prongs, it is the mission of every Gryffindor to destroy the evil Slytherins."

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"...The Black family removed me. Hey, brother, I'll be with you from now on. I'm free!" Sirius tried his best to put on an expression that got what he wanted, but he couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes, "It must be ...With Regulus' good son as heir, the stubborn old ones in the family should be happier, right?"

"You should have left that Slytherin lair long ago! Your brother will become Voldemort's lackey sooner or later." James walked up and put his arm around Sirius' shoulder, "Believe me, Gryffindor is your best friend." Good choice, the Sorting Hat made a wise decision in the first place, didn't it?"

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Sirius's happiness is almost all concentrated in a school called Hogwarts. I look at his memories and absorb the happiness generated by those memories, but I can't be warmed by these happiness as always. will feel sad.

I thought... Could I be sick?

If the pleasure of eating other people doesn't warm me up too, what is there to keep us alive for the eternally cold dementors?

I suddenly became scared, and I stopped eating halfway, leaving the memory of Sirius.

I fled.

I think that my joking notion that the Blacks were a poison may somehow be true.

To be more precise, Sirius Black is a terrible slow poison.

Knowing that because of the appearance of this person, I would be in a mess, and because of the memory of this person, unexpected and strange things would happen to me, but not only did I stay away from him, but I was attracted by this feeling.

I still want to take his happiness and hope, and at the same time, I want to see his memory.

Can't stop, can't stop.

A dementor is itself a creature of instinct and desire, so I decided to indulge myself.

I continued to infringe on this man's heart, ignoring his physical and psychological endurance, and constantly robbing him of his happiness and courage.

At the same time, I don't hesitate to peek at the memories that come with joy.

Hogwarts, James, Gryffindor, Lupine, Marauders...

Almost all of his happiness revolves around these, and only relying on these, he can have countless powers.

I don't know how to count the time, every dementor doesn't care how long he has been in Azkaban, but vaguely, it always feels like several years have passed.

During this period of time, I seldom went to other prisoners, and I always tossed Sirius alone.

In fact, it is difficult for a dementor to be satisfied by the positive emotions of a human being, but I have lived a good life in the past few years, and you can imagine how seriously I have violated Sirius Black.

I was actually unhappy all the time, because now this man who is motionless and almost huddled in a corner will probably never remember that he once greeted a dementor with a smile.

In fact, for him, that inexplicable kindness was probably the beginning of all his nightmares.

I actually didn't want to, and I knew it in my heart, but I couldn't control it.

But something has been wrong with Sirius since recently.

His happiness was getting thinner and thinner, and those memories of being at Hogwarts could no longer provide him with any power.

I think I should give him a chance to breathe a sigh of relief, if this continues, he will die if he is not crazy.

But I didn't expect that when I went to see him again, his mood was weaker and worse than before!

What is he doing?

I suddenly felt a little uneasy, Sirius didn't seem to notice my arrival at all, I didn't particularly suppress the aura, there was no reason for him to be silent, not even a little emotional.

I immediately suppressed my aura, took out the key and opened the cell door. After that incident, I floated into his cell again, but he still remained silent.

When my lifeless hand tentatively touched him again, I think I finally understood why.

He had a fever, and it was very bad.

I couldn't be sure for a while, so I quickly reached out and turned him over, put him upright, and touched his forehead.

Compared with my carrion hands, which are colder than a dead man, the temperature of his forehead can almost burn my palm, not to mention that he didn't respond when I turned him here and there, obviously he had lost consciousness.

...how long has he burned?How long have you been unconscious here again?

Azkaban was not the first time to meet a sick prisoner. The wizard system was better, and it was not easy to get sick, but in this unpopular place, if you got sick, you would almost step into hell.

Because... no one here will cure you, so you will only get worse.

And I, as a dementor, naturally know nothing about this technique.

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I—the dementor, a dementor who is worrying, as the tyrant of the prison, completed the necessary sadomasochistic drama in the prison scene, expressing that I don't know, whether I will regret it in the future.