Dementors of the Blakes

Since that time, the relationship between Sirius and I has become a little more harmonious.

I think it's definitely a class feeling that comes with a cloak.

It's a pity that he didn't wear that cloak in the end, but firmly stated that he prefers Azkaban's prison uniform, and affectionately expressed to me the obligation he must perform as a prisoner: wear a prison uniform.

For such a strict prisoner, as a qualified guard, how can I go against his wishes?

I was heartbroken and then deeply sorry.

I don't know if it was after the stimulation that day, Sirius' illness quickly recovered, and he was completely cured within a short time.

I didn't forget that when he was sick, I promised in my heart that I would treat him to a big meal when he recovered, so on this day, I secretly called the house elf to give him a surprise.

He was indeed pleasantly surprised... Well, maybe it can be described as frightened.

He asked me: "Azkaban also has guillotine?... Well, I'm not a death row prisoner, am I?"

Oh yes, you're only in prison for life, I love the sentence, it means Sirius will only be here forever, how nice.

So, I want to tell him: You think too much.

But this time, I didn't rush forward to hold his hand, but just made wild gestures.

In view of the previous record of floating around the table last time, and the recent communication seems to be a lot more, before I came here, I specially asked the house elf for a dozen parchment paper, ink, and quills, ready Completely prepare.

When he was sitting at the wooden table, staring at the delicious steak salad, I also floated to the opposite side of the table, and on the dilapidated and rickety table, I started to dig out ink, parchment, etc. from the cloak. Put it away the same way.

Sirius' mood swings became even more dazed, and he asked me confusedly: "Azkaban...is there still a procedure for writing a suicide note?"

No.

I happily took out the quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the parchment: You can eat, I am a treat.

He seemed to be in a daze again, and I felt his eyes stay on the parchment I held up there for him to see. Before I could shake the paper triumphantly, his mood changed drastically.

How is this going?Since I couldn't see, I couldn't figure out what could have happened to shock him so much.

He is unbelievable, but I am even more unbelievable than him.

I put down the parchment and wrote another sentence: What's wrong?Am I writing it wrong?

This time, before I could lift it up, he snatched the parchment. I guess he must be reading what I wrote, but I have no idea what terrible thing I wrote that made him so dazed and unbelievable. .

I can feel human emotions, but not their expressions.

For the first time, I regret that my family is blind.

The atmosphere became very strange, and Sirius' mood became sad again. I couldn't help it, and took out another piece of parchment and wrote on it: What's the matter?Is there something wrong with my words?

This time, he answered me, he said: "This handwriting is..."

What is it?

I was suddenly a little nervous and shook the pen in my hand.

"...Forget it, it's a coincidence."

Sirius handed me the parchment back, then bowed his head and began to eat.

Hey, hey, don't give me an answer if you don't have such an appetite!

In order to express my anger and dissatisfaction, I quickly wrote a string of oversized letters on the parchment: Sirius! ! !

Then, I held it high above my head and swayed there.

The sound of Sirius moving the fork stopped, and his eyes were so obvious that a blind man would know he was staring at the parchment. After a long time, he took a deep breath, and then asked me in a low voice: "...What? 'syourname?"

I felt that he was very nervous, but unfortunately, I shook my head at him.

I don't have a name and I don't need a name, I'm a dementor.

I always thought so, but then, I felt he was relieved, regretful and relieved, he let out a self-deprecating laugh, and picked up the knife and fork again.

Suddenly, I really don't want this topic to end like this.

I re-wrote: Givemeaname.

The sound of knives and forks stopped again, and Sirius didn't make a sound. Is this a very difficult request for him?Or, he thought, I don't need a name.

Just when I was about to give up, I heard his suppressed voice: "Youareadevil."

Immediately afterwards, he laughed again: "The devil is in my heart."

I froze for several seconds, unable to recover.

He said I was a devil, I was noncommittal, but he told me that the devil was in his heart...

... Is this... is this a confession in disguise?

It's so ingenious and another shortcut!I like it, I like it a lot!

But... But it was too sudden, he was to me, I was to him, this... We are not of the same race at all, let alone he is a man, and I am also a man... I...

Wait, how do I feel like a man?

Dementors...are genderless...

I froze for a moment, but didn't think much, but felt the heavy emotion in Sirius' heart, thinking that he was nervously waiting for me to answer him.

Thinking about it now, after waking up that time, he treated me much more relaxed than before, and his emotions were always very complicated. Could it be that that kind of inexplicable mixed emotions is what human beings like?

I've never felt it, so I can't guess.

So, I continued to pick up the pen and wrote a line of words in a swish, and I wanted to ask clearly.

I wrote: What do you like about me?

With a sound of "哐——", the knife and fork in his hand seemed to hit the plate, and his emotions were terrified.

"What??" His voice dropped a full octave, which made me finally realize if I had misunderstood something, but hesitated, and wrote down the two sentences he said, and pointed them out to him.

As a result, his emotions were instantly traumatized.

"That... that, these two sentences, they are not connected together, they are separated." I heard Sirius swallowing, he was terrified, and he tried to explain to me, "The devil in the latter sentence , it means that there is a shadow in my heart that I can't let go of, not you..."

Now, it's my turn to be hurt internally.

What does "The" refer to, it is simply a villain!

Do you have to talk together?kindness? !

I didn't think anything wrong at first, aren't you cheating my feelings?

Humans are indeed bastards who cannot be trusted!

In a fit of rage, I slapped the table, and scribbled a sentence on the parchment in a sinister manner: Have you finished eating?

How could Sirius dare to provoke me again, as soon as he dropped the knife and fork, he said, "It's over!"

good, very good.

I slowly put away my parchment and ink, etc., and then floated gloomyly towards him.

When you're done eating, it's my turn!

After many days, until he recovered, I finally activated my ability on him again and absorbed his happiness. This time, I naturally peeked at those sporadic memories without any guilt.

"God, James, Harry is so small." Sirius pointed his finger at the baby's cheek, even if it was just watching the memory, I could feel his joy.

"Hey, let go of Padfoot, this is your godson." It was the man named James again, who carefully lifted the baby out of the cradle, and then stuffed it into Sirius' hand, " Hug and see, he is very good, isn't he?"

"En..." Sirius was holding the baby, and his memory was full of warmth and affection. It was hard for me to imagine that this guy had the potential to be a loving father.

"The little guy would make a great Gryffindor," he said.

My heart skipped a beat, and my memory dissipated immediately, ending the meal.

Repressed and returned to the aura, I didn't know what to say for a while, and let Sirius recover and adjust himself.

This time, he still saw the man named James Potter. Even though the place was not Hogwarts, Sirius would never miss that man in his happy memories.

I have to admit, I'm not happy, I hate that weedy bird nest man, and at this moment, Sirius gradually took a breath from his dark emotions, he probably got used to it, and he still Energetic and self-deprecating, he asked me: "This time, the time seems to be much shorter?"

I turned sideways, took out the parchment again, and wrote in two strokes: You are so useless.

I definitely don't admit it, because his illness made me realize that he is also an ordinary human being who will reach the limit and collapse. You can't oppress too hard and break the golden hen.

"...Okay, I was wrong." Sirius sighed, feeling as if he had broken a can. His mood was rather low, but it was a little different from the fear and powerlessness he had every time before.

I couldn't hold back any of them, and swiped a few more strokes: You are not afraid of me anymore.

"No, no one likes the feeling of being approached by a dementor." Sirius said righteously, "But I can't do anything about it, because I have realized that this is definitely Merlin playing tricks on me."

Oh yes, it's good that you know.

I am the most special guard sent by Merlin. As my prisoner, you should feed me and then amuse me, instead of being angry with me, making a fuss, and fighting against me!

This...is your destiny.

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I—a dementor, a dementor who has been "confessed", is happily communicating with my food, you eat and I eat, it's for a dinner party.