AN:// This will make my fourth fanfic up here in total. I don't much care if it's good or not, but I don't think it's terrible. I don't much care if I ger reviews either, though they are very very much appreciated. This is only going up so that once I've finished a fifth I can be a beta on the site, which is where my talents really lie. I wrote this because I don't think it says anywhere in canon where Dementors come from, though I didn't read the last two very thoroughly so I might have missed it. Regardless, I hope you enjoy.
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"I remember a tale that my ol' grandpa tol' me about the origins of Dementors. 'ee had a story fer almost everythin' there was and is, and 'ee passed 'em on to me like I'm passin' 'em onto you.
"So, Dementors are pretty scary things, right? They hide in the dark corners of the world – at least, now the Ministry've stopped usin' 'em as guards in Azkaban. They suck out all the happiness in th' place when they're there, and sometimes they deliver the Dementor's Kiss and draw your soul straight ou' from your body, leavin' you as nothin' but a useless lump of flesh, barely able to keep yersel' alive. Now, nothin' like that is wholly natural, so history tells us.
"My ol' grandpa tol' me that they were the product of some magical tinkerin' with the Dark Arts and what was left of ghosts and ghouls. Course, I don't know zactly how the wizard did it, bein' as nobody wants more of the things runnin' loose by makin' 'em so on, but I know was necromancy at its worst. This wizard, y'see, was tryin' to do good in 'is head, but never thought the consequences through. What 'ee wanted was to make a ferrier of souls, a way fer people t'be sure that their loved ones would pass over t'other side safely.
"So, why did 'ee make 'em so that they made everyone around 'em so miserable? Well, it's said that 'ee figured anyone who was miserable would want to die more than anyone who was happy. Dementors – or what 'ee planned Dementors to be – would get people into the state where they were ready fer death, only 'ee was thinkin' peace and calm. The magic didn't know that though, so it went fer misery and despair. So, people near the Dementors were suicidal, and so were ready to die, longed to die. In a way, 'ee got what 'ee wanted.
"Dementors were also meant to carry souls over t'other side and so 'ee gave 'em the ability to carry souls inside them. But, the wizard forgot somethin'. Death himself is far faster than a Dementor, and it's hardly a hardship fer Death to do 'is job now is it? So souls weren't bein' carried, because by the time a Dementor turned up there wasn't a soul left. Still, this wizard persisted and thought that it would be sensible fer 'em to be able to draw the souls out of livin' people. And when they did that, it seemed to work.
"But he'd made a monster. A Dark Creature, somethin' that shouldn't exist. 'ee was one of the first victims of the Dementors, and over time people developed defensive spells, like the Patronus, against 'em and tol' tales of their cruelty and evil. Whispers spread about how they left children and loved ones vacant and hollow-eyed, dead in all but name. And so their first purpose was forgotten, and they were hated.
"Still, every hundred or so years – Ministry records will tell you the same as I – the Dementors vanish fer about a month. Completely. They end up gone, no reports anywhere, no sightin's, nothin'. The way I see it, they're still ferryin' the souls, because there's nothin' else fer 'em to do. The criminals an' innocents who get given the Kiss just get delayed in their last journey, if you know what I mean."