The protectors
AN: Hi, this is my first story so I hope it turns out okay. I apologise for any mistake because i'm french so english is not my usual language.
Starts at the end of third year during the dementor attack at the edge of the lake.
"Word»: thoughts
"Word»: dementor speech
"Word»: parseltongue
Chapter 1
Harry's POV
I see a hundred dementors above the lake coming straight at us.
In front of me Sirius is being kissed by one of them and I run towards him hoping that I can by some miracle save him. And then I start hearing a woman's scream. I know now that it is my mother's last scream I hear every time I'm near one of these beings. Right now I'm sure I'm going to die because I don't have enough energy and happy thoughts to fuel a patronus.
Strangely I'm not afraid of dying; the only regret I have is not being able to save Sirius because even if I don't know him I think he deserved a second chance after being in Azkaban for eleven years for a crime he has never committed.
At least if I die the Dursley will be happy; they won't have to tolerate a freak in their home anymore. Just as I have this thought I realize that I don't feel the dementor's effect anymore and I decide to open my eyes.
General POV
When Harry opens his eyes he sees the dementors floating in a circle around him and Sirius who lies unconscious on the ground. One of the dementors floats towards him and stops a few steps before him. This particular dementor has a white runic pattern on the collar and hem of his cloak. The dementor then lowers his hood.