The Dementor's Kiss

Written by: Blissful Darkness

Rated: R

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. I only own the plot. There might be a few new characters, but I'm not sure yet. If there are any, they are mine. So you can't steal them from me. P

Author's note: Hello! This is my first attempt at a fanfiction. I've been reading fanfictions for quite a while now. I hope you guys like this. The plot suddenly just came to my mind. I don't think anyone has ever thought of this. I kind of played this off slightly from Ambivalent Lucidity by Sakai Michiba, a story that I read a long time ago. Though I am not stealing her plot. More like forming an idea from something she had written. This is slash, so if you don't like two sexy men together then you might want to click the back button. Oh, and I'm drinking wine as I right this. So yeah. Well here it goes. Enjoy!

"Blah" –speaking

Blah –thinking

Blah -parseltongue

Gather round kiddies. It's story time!


Everyone had always thought that Harry Potter would survive his final encounter with Voldemort. Everyone had thought that Harry Potter would have come out of the war with only a few injuries for remembrance. Everyone had thought that Harry Potter would live like Albus Dumbledore had, living a long life and becoming a historical figure—a defeater of evil. Everyone thought that Harry Potter would continue protecting the muggle and wizarding world.

Yes, Harry Potter had survived the final encounter. Yes, Harry Potter had come out with only a few injuries. Yes, Harry Potter still continued to live and became a historical figure, defeating evil. But no one thought that Harry Potter would be without a soul once the war ended. The savior of the wizarding world had been housed within the first floor of Creature-Induced Injuries in the Dai Llewellyn ward, fifth door on the left.

The case? Harry Potter had been caught by hundreds of dementors. He had been given the dementor's kiss.

Harry hadn't spoken a word since that fateful day… July 31, 1997. He had lain still in his bed for eight years, his blank emerald eyes staring at the ceiling. Meals were brought to him everyday, and the mourners had long since stopped coming to cry over the soulless man. He never responded to anything, not even when his best friends from school came to speak useless words to him. Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger had married at the age of twenty-one. Ron was the keeper for the Chudley Cannons whilst Hermione was a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. On a weekly basis, the betrothed couple would come to visit their friend, bringing him fresh flowers and telling him of the latest happenings. Silence was the only response.

The scientists of the wizarding world had tested Harry for any signs of brain activity other than the body functions. The results were always negative. Though the medi-witches swore that something was happening to The Boy Who Lived. Many a night they had heard screams in the middle of the night, the raven-haired man thrashing in his bed as he relived impossible memories that he should not have possessed. It scared them when once sustained, Harry would suddenly still, his gaze as blank as before.

Today was one of those days when Harry had to be tethered to the bed. Unfortunately Ron and Hermione had witnessed it. Hermione watched Harry with tear-filled eyes, wishing that he would say something other than his screaming of "NO!" and "DEMENTORS!" Hermione looked away, biting her lip as Ron took her into his arms.

"I don't think there is any hope for him. Maybe we should put him to rest… to end his suffering. He deserves peace," Ron said softly to his wife, holding strong against his own tears.

"Wait Ron. Shut up for a minute," she said, trying not to sound rude, but she could have sworn she had heard Harry say something in his coma-like state.

Ron frowned and succumbed to silence. Harry's eyes had closed moments ago. Emerald orbs were once more revealed, though tears were now flowing. This had never happened. Ron jumped to his feet, calling for the medi-witches. The woman ran into the room, though Hermione took Harry's hand in hers, her brows furrowing as depth darkened the man's eyes. His lips parted as he inhaled. Finally one word spilled from his vocals, spoken in a heartbroken voice that had not been used since Sirius Black had disappeared behind the veil.

"… Draco …"


Ending A/N: So. Did you like it? I know it was short, but the next chapters will be longer. I promise. Please review! I'd love for this story to escalate to become a really great story.