Dementors of the Blakes

However, at the moment when I was about to touch his lips, I heard him call a name unconsciously.

Maybe even he himself doesn't know why he called this name, probably because he has this person in his last memory, but I have never heard this name in his previous memories, no, maybe it was once It has appeared, but I have avoided and ignored it intentionally or unintentionally.

But now, he was close at hand and said the name.

I knew it wasn't calling me, but this feeling gave me the illusion of being called, and my confused mind instantly calmed down.

He called me... [Wow——]...

I was slightly stunned, and then suddenly raised my hand and pulled my hood, feeling like returning to my soul.

I don't understand how an unfamiliar name can have such a magical power, can affect me so subversively, even overshadowing the nature of the dementor.

But now, it is not the time to delve into this.

Sirius' mood was very strange.

In fact, the moment I controlled my rationality, I forced back my aura and instinct, but Sirius failed to recover because of this. I could clearly feel that he was still trapped in a desperate state. In the dark, there is no response to the outside world.

I feel a little uneasy. I know that the various natural abilities of our race will cause serious trauma to the human mind. I am afraid that the loss of control caused by such a close distance just now will leave him with sequelae.

What if Sirius also became like some of the insane, insane prisoners?

This is not what I want.

I think he needs artificial respiration.

It's a pity that I'm not the one who can talk to him.

My kiss will only make him "top to bliss" in a blissful way. After thinking about it again, I still think it's better for him to stay in the world.

So, I decided to take the next best thing and do the opposite.

I stretched out my sinful hands, pinched his nose with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other.

Then, I started counting down.

I didn't seem to have thought about it at all, he was traumatized, not staying in bed, not waking up when he was sad, I just wanted to do this, so I did it.

Fortunately, the reason why Sirius is Sirius is because he can endure the toss and is worth the toss.

Just when I wondered if he was really going to be suffocated to death, his silent emotions suddenly loosened, and then became activated in just a moment.

He seemed to wake up, then subconsciously slapped my hand off, angrily said: "Bastard, you..."

The voice stopped abruptly, because he saw my existence clearly, obviously, this sentence was not intended for me.

I'm curious why he used the word "again".

But I didn't ask, in fact, the atmosphere between us is very strange and awkward now.

I thought that after the accident just now, as far as human instinct is concerned, he should be more afraid of me. This kind of fear will be deeply imprinted in the depths of his tortured soul, becoming indelible and becoming The distance between us was stronger, but now, although the way he looked at me made me feel uncomfortable, his emotions were complicated and disordered, but not the one I expected.

He spoke suddenly, with a hoarse and weak voice, and said, "You won, you are my ancestor."

I suddenly wanted to laugh.

Because Sirius felt he was related to me by blood.

Oh, he's so cute, I've always thought he was supposed to hate me, but if it's just pure disgust, how is it possible to say that?

I thought, I could take it, that he was expressing admiration for me.

I gladly accept.

Then feel good.

My dementor has a very good virtue, that is: I will reciprocate when others show kindness to me, not to mention that this guy was frightened just now, so I decided to appease him.

So, I leaned down, and under his terrified gaze, I reached into his quilt with one hand.

"What do you want to do!?" He screamed sternly, more excited than I was, dodging under the quilt for a while, making me unable to work at all, I was a little impatient, but considering the spirit he suffered just now Hurt, I can't bear to use the cold aura to suppress him, so I can only use force to solve it.

Fortunately, years of prison life have already broken his body. He has just suffered a mental shock before recovering from a serious illness. With his current weak physical condition, how could he break free from my clutches?

Don't look at our dementor's hands, which are all skinny and rotten. In fact, they are very strong and steady. The loose prison pants were easily ripped off.

Probably because his lower body was exposed to the air, his struggling movements froze for a moment, I felt him trembling, and he said to me mournfully, "...you...you are not taking care of me?! I I am a patient!! I am a patient!"

Okay, I get it now.

I immediately pulled a corner of the quilt considerately to cover his legs, but he seemed to be trembling more violently, and his mood swings were unprecedentedly strong, which made me interested immediately.

I think this is probably one of the human emotions called shyness.

Oh, he's so shy, I'm not a woman, in fact, we dementors are genderless creatures, and he doesn't need to be so, not to mention, I'm still blind.

The words were too complicated, and I couldn't write them on his hand to explain to him for a while, so I simply ignored him, pulled down the quilt above, and reached out to unbutton him.

He struggled even harder, and I couldn't take off the damn prison uniform even after a lot of effort. I was immediately angry, and with all my strength, I tore his clothes to pieces.

He froze instantly, didn't dare to move anymore, pulled the quilt and retreated into the corner, his mood was very, very disturbed, although I could feel that he was afraid, but this kind of fear was very different from usual.

"You...you..." he said incoherently, "there's nothing in your cloak!"

……What does it mean?

I said I don't understand.

There is indeed no body under my cloak, he should have seen this a long time ago.

I was just planning to help him change his dirty prison uniform, but I don't understand what he said.

cloak……

Could it be that he took a fancy to my dress?

Oh my gosh, what a sight!No one has ever praised me like this!You know, we dementors have been wearing a cloak since we were born. I really hate this damn uniform system, it's so inhumane!

And now, someone is actually interested in my cloak!

Why isn't he interested in the same cloaks of other tribesmen?Do you have to like me?

It must be because he sensed the unusual aura I possessed under the same cloak!

He is so cute and powerful!

I was immediately elated, and immediately decided to fulfill his little wish.

However, the cloaks of my people are all part of the body, so I can't take them off and wear them for him. I can only find them for him to see if there is one with the same style. I called the house elves, and got one as I wished. Open cloak.

Well... Although there is still a little difference, it can also be used to make do with it.

I tossed him the cloak without any hassle, and motioned for him to put it on.

He stood there in a daze, useless to move, his emotions were no longer afraid, but he had an inexplicable sense of enlightenment.

He asked me: "You...you take off my clothes to change for me?"

Nonsense, can I still give you a shade?

I nodded, but I still didn't hear any movement from him, but my mood became even weirder.

"...You let me wear this?"

What's wrong with this?I turned my head, innocently,

"This is the cloak."

Yeah, don't you want this?I continued to remain silent.

"...Are you asking me to wear a cloak naked?" Sirius gritted his teeth.

Oh, that's how it was. I suddenly realized that I wanted to talk to him, but the handwriting space was too small to express clearly, so I simply floated to the center of the cell, waved my paws, and carved the words on the wooden table. Leaned in front of him.

I wrote: Don't worry, I can't see, it's just right open.

He gave me one word: "Go away!"

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I—a dementor, a dementor who has been praised for his tasteful clothes, is currently promoting clothing with my own characteristics, and wants to hire Mr. Sirius Black as the first image spokesperson, but unfortunately, he Do not appreciate.