A/N: Why hello! Welcome to the first chapter of Kill You With a Kiss. Don't have that much to say, and I'm sure you don't want to listen to me ramble, so first off, thanks to UnknownUnseenUnheard for helping me with some ideas (go check out his stories, they're amazing) and Tashi and the Black Bumble Bee for beta-ing. (I'm posting this un-beta-d and will post the beta-d version when she's done. Also, I'm beta-ing one of her stories, so go check that out!)

DISCLAIMER: Nope, don't own.

Dumbledore was sitting under an umbrella, casually eating a lemon drop and watching the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch match. Harry had disappeared up into some clouds a while ago, he noticed. It was almost impossible to see anyone in this weather, let alone the small third-year.

A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the stands, and there, in the topmost stand, was a big, black, Grim-like dog. Dumbledore's eyes widened as he realized that Sirius Black was amongst the students, while Harry was utterly helpless up in the sky. He tapped Remus Lupin on the shoulder, then pointed at the dog, whose eyes were fixed on the cloud that Harry had vanished into.

"Is that Black?" asked Dumbledore quietly, not wanting any one else to hear him.

Remus gasped, and then nodded in confirmation. He had told Dumbledore about the Sirius, James, and Peter being Animagi. Though Dumbledore had been disappointed in Remus, he was now relieved he had told him. With Sirius right there, what would have happened to Harry if he hadn't?

Dumbledore led Remus up the stands, he footing quick and sure despite the pounding rain. It drove in his eyes, and Dumbledore quickly cast an Impervious charm. As they grew closer, they noticed the dog becoming more and more skittish. Upon realizing that they were after him, the dog bolted.

"Get him!" yelled Remus and the chase was on. Students gaped openmouthed as their teacher and headmaster ran past. Some shrieked out that the Grim was coming and hid under the benches.

And all the while the rain poured down.

Sirius led the men out of the Quidditch pitch where he transformed, holding a wand aloft. A duel commenced, the two Hogwarts professors cornering the Azkaban fugitive against a large boulder. Dumbledore felt something akin to ice settle over his heart, but he paid no mind to it, chalking it up to anger or the rain.

"Sirius Black," he said quietly. "First you betray Lily and James, then you have the audacity to try and murder their son?"

"I'm innocent! I swear I'm innocent!"

Before Dumbledore could question him further, a bolt of ice drove into his heart, and a memory of Ariana, cold and lifeless on the kitchen floor, flooded his mind.

Dementors.

He heard screams from the Quidditch pitch. Quickly binding Sirius and levitating him, he began to sprint back to the Quidditch pitch, with Remus beside him, his only thought to protect the students.

Little did he know he was too late.

The cold clammy hands were closing around Harry, plucking him off his broom like he weighed nothing. His mother's screams were echoing in his ears, and he could hear his own resonating right alongside hers. The dementor lifted him higher into the air, cradling him as though he were an infant.

"Let me go! Please!" he begged, though he knew his pleas were worthless.

Other dementors gathered around Harry, he had never been so cold, so terrified. They seemed to be arguing amongst themselves in their own screeching language, all of their hands reaching out at once to try and snatch him away. Harry didn't know if it was the way they were talking, or the fact that they were surrounding him, but he had the feeling that something awful was about to happen to him.

He had the feeling that he would not live to see this storm clear.

He cried out desperately, hoping someone, anyone, would hear him, save him. No one came. No one was here to chase away the dark, the sound of his mother's screams.

The dementors seemed to have reached and agreement. The dementor holding him gave him, almost grudgingly, to another dementor, who forced him to look into it's face. A feeling of terror even stronger than before swept over him and he cried out, slamming his fists into the cloth of the dementor's robes.

The dementor lowered its hood, revealing a gaping hole surrounded by decaying flesh. Harry whimpered. He couldn't help it, though he knew he must sound like a baby. He was more scared then he had ever been in his life.

The dementor lowered its head, fingers curling around Harry's neck and jaw, forcing his mouth open. Harry let out a small scream when its lips crushed against his, knowing that the dementor wasn't just looking for a little love. No, this was surely some means of destroying him, a fact he became even more sure of when a burst of agony shot through him, rattling his bones. The sensation of something draining from him, vanishing into darkness, overcame him.

Darkness began to tinge his vision. It would be so good just to let go.

No! Fight it! Fight it, Harry! Don't give in!

But he was so tired...it would be so good to sleep, just for a little while. The direness of the situation did not escape him, yet he couldn't stop his eyes from sliding shut and his breath from evening out.

He was flying through a tunnel. Flying wasn't really accurate, it felt more like he was being pulled along. Was he dead? Was this the tunnel everyone always said there was a light at the end of? No! He couldn't die, he couldn't!

He tried to fight it, but the tugging sensation only grew. It was then that Harry saw that there was no light, no ghostly versions of his Mum and Dad, no fluffy clouds.

Only death, and despair, and darkness.

And as he was pulled into the chasm, Harry screamed one final time.

Eeisla allowed herself to feel satisfied as she studied her handiwork. It had been awhile since she had feasted upon a human soul, five years at least. Which was why she had arranged this little excursion into the school grounds today. A smile graced her lips as she pulled her hood back up and held the boy away from herself at arms length, studying him.

He looked peaceful, though he was anything but. She could sense him, and all the other souls she had collected, inside her. He was panicking, thrashing about, desperately trying to escape. Not just her either, Eeisla could feel a cloying, parasitic presence around the child's soul, trying to destroy him. She could sense that she strengthened it, rather than weaken it as she would most souls.

This would prove quite...interesting.

Letting go of her prey, Eeisla drifted off.

She did not even stay to see the boy fall.

A/N: Sorry about the shortness, but that seemed like a good place to cut it off. Anyway, what'd you think? Leave a review and let me know.

-Winged Quill