Reaper Of The Wizarding World - Volume 1 Chapter 2 A New World
After what seems like years I can once again feel, I can hear but I can’t quite see, I just feel everything around me, it’s like being blind with a new sense. I feel small lights around me and a mad desire to consume them,, especially the darker colored ones. As I approach one of the more dark lights I hear a scream.
“AHHHHHHHHH”- unknown
I don’t know why but I feel anything at the scream I act purely on instinct, I can’t control my own body.
I grab the screaming ball of light… ‘it’s a human’ the ball of light turns out to be a person but I don’t stop, I’m just so hungry. I put my head in front of what I assume to be their face and suck, it feels so natural, it feels… GOOD. I can feel something starting to slowly enter me, it’s something I have felt before, the first time I looked at little black, that shred of happiness…. I WANT MORE.
I hear footsteps running at me while i’m feasting. They stop and I heard a gasp.
“E-Expecto Patronum!”- Unknown
A white light much brighter than anything around me bursts forth from the direction of the sound and covers me.
“RAAH” I scream out in a voice that noticeably isn’t mine… I sound like a wailing monster. I am being forced to me knees or what would be my knees, I more of just hovering inches above the ground now. ‘What’s going on, why is this person attacking me… why did I attack someone? WHY IS IT SO HARD TO SEE!’ I start to gain more clarity and ‘see’ my surroundings better.
“What is a dementor doing in the muggle world?”
I see a man in front of me with absolutely no remarkable features he has a soft face, maybe 30 years old. Certainly doesn’t look like the type to fight. As I see him I notice, i’m in a graveyard and a young man maybe 20 years old is next to me fainted. I assume he was the one I was ‘eating’. Speaking of me I realize my hands are skeletal with grey rotting flesh barely on the bone. My attire seems to be some form of loose fitting dark black robe.
The man in front of me with what seems like a stick releasing that light pinning me to the ground. “Speak! Why are you in the muggle world.”
‘I don’t know, where am I? What is a muggle” As I try to speak my mouth doesn’t move, wait do I have a mouth?? Instead I speak through my mind to him, I don’t know how I did it but it came naturally. However, my voice… my voice was like a stale piece of bread, as if a monotone dead man was speaking.
“A lost dementor? I guess we don’t really know enough about them… I’ll bring you to the ministry they will know what to do with you.” The man looked uncertain.
“This will slow my journey around the world but I can’t just leave you to roam free… Accio Trunk” with the words he swooshes the stick in his hand again.
A trunk comes flying towards us and lands between us, after it lands he looks at me.
“Get in.”
‘Excuse me?” I look at him confused
“Get in, or i’ll help you in” He looks at me threateningly, too be fair it wasn’t very threatening with his soft face.
‘I’ll have to decline, I really hate dark, enclosed spaces’ I try to make a wry smile but my face doesn’t move.
He looks at me exhausted “Fine” he walks at me and grabs my shoulder looking a bit scared as he does it.
Next thing I know the world around me collapses and it feels like we are falling with the world twisting around us. After only a second or two the world stops twisting and he removes his hand quickly and I realize we aren’t in the graveyard anymore. We are inside a house a clean house at that with books laying on the table, the top one reads “Introduction to Muggles What You Should Know”
“Now stay here I have to wipe that muggles memories.” With that being said he vanished again.
With him gone and I not knowing what the hell is going on I decide to start snooping through his house. Reading with my new “vision” is honestly a feat on its own its like everything around me is an ethereal mist and different shades of grey show depth and detail.
After looking through his notebooks and papers on the desk I realize he is a teacher, at a magic school no less, he teacher Muggle studies. Muggles I have learned is another word for a person without magic, or that’s what I assumed after reading how a “non-car” works.
Among other small things about the place called Hogwarts I also learn the mysterious mans name is Quirinus Quirrell. The child of a Pure-blood and a Muggle, which makes it fitting that he teaches muggle studies.
“Enjoying yourself?” I hear Quirrell speak from behind me as i’m reading a students paper on the uses of a rubber ducky.
‘How did you get there?’ I speak startled, not that you could tell past my dead voice.
“Apparition, it’s to easily teleport to places you are familiar with, not that you need it since you can just fly anywhere.”
‘I can fly” I look down at my feet to see they are not actually touching the ground. ‘Oh… yeah”
“I’ve never heard of a fresh born dementor who could speak, then again I’ve never heard of a dementor born out of Azkaban. Well lets get you to the ministry.”
‘What’s a dementor, and what’s the ministry?”
“A dementor is what you are called, and the ministry are the regulators of magic i’m sure they will be happy to take you to Azkaban”
‘What’s Azkaban and wha-” i’m cut off by him
“Alright enough questions lets go.” He grabs me by my shoulder again and we are gone.
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So they did indeed send me to Azkaban and unlike Quirrell they didn’t even try to talk to me, they put me in a charm and brought me with. The last this I remember is a man, by the name of Cornelius Fudge a freshly instated Minister, ordered I be put under charm and dragged to Azkaban before I could even say anything.
As I regained consciousness i’m on the beach of a small island with no noticeable end to the water around. I say island but it’s more like a tall tower with rocks and a small beach around it. There are creatures in the sky around the island they are cloaked figures with skeletal hands poking out of the robes that look similar to mine, mine just look less rotted. As i’m looking at them they seem to notice me as well, nearly 20 of them seemingly stop their flight instantly and stare in my direction.
I’m getting a bit nervous but I don’t really know where to go, I can’t exactly fly over open water with no destination… I’m like them they shouldn’t attack me right? Eventually nearly all of them are stopped looking at me, they start to slowly converge on me. I feel light headed as they get closer, no, not light headed, more like clouded as if my own mind is being blocked off from my body. The creatures surrounding me had no light, not like every other creature before them, they were hollow no light to be seen.
Soon many of the creatures were close enough to touch me, they seemed to stop two or three feet away from me. One of the early ones to see me started drawing closer reaching out its rotting hand towards my face. Just as it was about to touch me my mind was at its limit I wasn’t able to think, the haze in my mind seemed to be translating to real life as my body started leaking black smoke. The creature that was about to touch me abruptly withdrew its hand, the smoke around me grew thicker and poured out more rapidly.
It was that feeling I had earlier, I need to feast… i’m hungry. My head turns to look at the tower, there are so many lights in there, so many darkly glowing lights, they look… delicious. At the top there is a particularly dark one, there were around 10 lights at the top all of them were bigger than the others below.