Harry could still remember it. How it all happened that fateful day, how he lost it all. It seemed like just yesterday it happened.

"Harry, Harry, I....."

"GET DOWN HERE FOR BREAKFAST BOY!"

Harry's flash back was interrupted by the calls of an agitated Uncle Vernon. It was time for breakfast, but he wasn't hungry. He hadn't eaten since the day it all happened; some might even think he'd given up all will to live. Harry got up and slowly walked down the stairs. He felt hollow inside, every step he took seemed to echo within him.

When he arrived at the kitchen table that morning everything looked the same. It was as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They didn't know that everything that was dear to him was gone. Number four privet drive hadn't changed a bit, yet nothing would ever be the same. "You've been acting funny since you got back from that school boy. Are you under some...?" Uncle Vernon stopped. He didn't like to hear any mention of anything abnormal in his household. The fact that he lived with a living breathing abnormality didn't help either. They way the Dursleys looked at him, as though he was something that if they didn't notice would just go away. But he hadn't gone away, much to their displeasure.

"I'm fine" Harry muttered sitting down at in empty chair next to Dudley. "Yeah, well you'd better be, if you're sick you're not staying here for school" Said Uncle Vernon.

Harry wouldn't have wanted to stay there even if he had pneumonia and a broken neck. He could've cursed them all into oblivion if he'd wanted to. But the use of magic on muggles was illegal and so was the Avada Kedavra curse. Worthy of a life in Azkaban, and even seeing the death of the Dursleys wasn't enough to go to Azkaban for. Horrible creatures took watch over the prisoners called "dementors". They could suck the happiness right out of you, it felt as though you would never be happy again. Even if you'd just won a shiny new corvette it wouldn't have been enough to keep you happy around a dementor. You relived every bad memory you ever had.

The very thought of a dementor sent shivers up his spine. Even though in his 5th year dementors had come all the way to Little Whining just to pay him a visit. He later found out it was the work of a horrible woman by the name of Delores Umbridge who had it out for Harry. They nearly kissed his cousin Dudley. A dementor's kiss is not like a regular kiss, when a dementor kisses you; they suck your soul out. You go on living, but you're just a hollow empty shell of what you once were. Harry wouldn't have minded very much if they all got a kiss from a dementor. Actually, the thought was quite pleasing...

Well that's it for the first chapter. I have a severe case of writers block.

Harry: How'd U go from what I lost to dementors?

Ask no questions, I'll tell no lies....