BEFORE: Some plots and most characters belong to J.K. Rowling, I do not own Harry Potter!
-When Darkness Comes to Him-
A/N: This is the first story I have written. For creatures that are described by Remus Lupin in The Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling as "the darkest creatures that roam this earth", they sure don't have much written about them. At least, not to me. After reading other fics, I thought I could make a story aswell. There are definitely other good ones out there (Praise to In Terms of a Name and especially The Guardian of Azkaban), so I hope you like this one too. You may see some recurring themes in this. You are being warned now, I don't write or like reading any lemons or romance. If I deem it necessary for background details, there may be some hints of romance, but don't expect any lemons of any sort.
Minor Backstory: Starts with the Dementor attack in OOTP.
Prologue, OOTP Dementor Attack
A coolness impossible to go unrecognized went through the air, sending chills invading Harry's skin. The 14-year-old boy's mind knew what is was, though in a display of denial, he seemed to freeze, muscles refusing to move. Harry Potter's plump cousin, who was next to him, frowned, surveying his surroundings.
Adrenaline coursing through him, Harry would have jumped in surprise at the grasp that a bony and colder than seemingly possible hand had around his neck. He was hoisted off the ground and pinned against the wall. When Harry's brain registered that he was looking at a Dementor, none the less one without it's cloak on, he felt as if he was frozen against the wall. Nothing he had been told had prepared him for the horrible sight in front of him. He shivered, trembling even as the creature began to inhale, demanding the food it thrived and survived on for another of it's victims.
Harry heard the screams again. He couldn't understand why everything bad had to happen to him. Why did it have to be him who was chosen to have his parents dead? Couldn't he just be left alone? Throughout his life, obstacle after obstacle would be thrown at him, as though some god from above had thought, Hey, an innocent little boy! How about I make him my chew toy? Despair and pain turned to anger as he came back to the present, still staring into the horrible face of the Dementor. The air seemed to shimmer in front of him, and he knew that the creature's mouth was sucking all positive emotion from the air.
With a newfound strength from his anger, he kicked it and pried at the impossibly strong hand holding him by the scruff, but to no avail. He reached his hand into his pocket to pull out his wand but instead came up with... nothing. With a shock, Harry Potter realized that he had dropped his wand after he had pulled it out on Dudley earlier. Stupid twithead deserved it, he thought angrily. Remembering Dudley, he tried to yell as loud as he could (which wasn't very much), "Run Dudley, run!"
Feeling depressed and hopeless, Harry Potter was now face-to-face with a hungry Dementor, and he didn't have a wand with him. Being able to turn his head enough to see Dudley, Harry Potter saw another Dementor land right on top of Dudley, who had apparently slipped. Screams continued to echo through Harry's head, and when he turned back to the Dementor, he felt the feeling change, no longer hearing the screams. That's when he noticed that the black hole which wizards called it's mouth was inches away from Harry's, getting closer by the second.
Feeling depressed, lonely, and small from the Dementor, Harry Potter had his first kiss when the Dementor's lips brushed against his, scabby, bony, and cold flesh brushing against warm, living skin. Then it clamped it's jaw over his incredibly hard. Why am I even doing this? thought Harry Potter idly. Upon this thought, and realizing he had no hope, he simply opened his mouth, as if inviting the dark creature in for a feast. Good-night, he thought.
A/N: What do you think of my first chapter of my first story? Please press the review button, otherwise I'll have to send some nasty Dementors after you!