I have never done many things in my life. I seem to have missed out on a lot, at least by your standards. I would never know. I've never done any of them.

I was never given a name. Who would need to call me by one anyway? But that is one of the things that I have only recently discovered. I never wanted a name, not like some other things.

I have never met my parents. I was born in a dark, cold, wet room, miles away from all sanity. My parents left me moments after I was born. I never knew them. All I can remember from my early childhood is water, cold even to my skin, and screams.

I have never known quiet. I know now what caused those screams. I have caused screams that match them now, but back then the unknown was what terrified me. Every day and night the perpetual screaming all around me in the dark almost drove me to insanity myself.

I have never made a friend. There were others, of course there were but communication was only made when necessary. There was no such thing as conversation, no such thing as friendship or kindness or thought for ones fellows. There was just what we needed, and what we got.

I have never heard music or song. There was no music where I grew up. There was no joy, no happiness. Those who could sing were too busy screaming to let any peace into their tones. I don't know what music is, save in vague recollections passed on by others.

I have never seen colour. Unless you count the dark blacks and greys of the world I grew up in, which I don't. I have never seen red, save in blood. I have never seen blue, save lips in the cold. I have never seen yellow, save in vomit and bile. I have never seen purple, save in bruises. I have never seen green, save in the mercy of the Killing Curse.

I have never felt warmth. Never have I been embraced by another, a friend, a mother. Never in my existence have I known the feeling of warm contentment given by snuggling under a blanket when the night is cold.

I have never tasted sugar. Sweetners had no place in my world. They belonged to a different set of beings to us. We were unworthy even of proper bread and water. Good food was wasted by being given to us. Rats and dogs deserved it better than we did.

But I'd give all that up readily. There is just one thing I want, one thing I would do anything to change but cannot.

I have never felt the lips of another on mine in love.

After all, a Dementor's Kiss is a fate worse than death.

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A/N- I know it's a bit weird. Don't blame me. Blame the people in my head who make me get inspired way too easily.