Disclaimer: I do not, in anyway whatsoever, own any part of the Harry Potter franchise, If I did, it would be crap.
Dementor's Kiss
Prologue
WardenDouglasCurrie was absolutely furious. He had twelve minutes ago been sipping the new DietLipton green tea quietly in his office, when suddenly an alarm on sector C had gone off. When investigating the disturbance, and making the 7 minute trip to said sector, he had been reported to that it was only a false alarm. Muttering under his breath, he had left to go back to his office. Reminding himself to file a plea to the ministry for updated alarms, or better yet, to order one of the people beneath him to do it.
Cheap magic detectors.
While making the trek back to his office, he had been stopped and reported by an angelthat the shipment of dementors was coming in outside of the entrance, and that he was being requested to be there as soon as possible.
Now, running through sector X, he opened door after door to get through to the entrance. Upon finally reaching it, he ordered the guards to open the doors. After doing so, he stepped outside.
Oh lord. What is this?
20 different people had bunched together on the bank of the island, all gazing out at the sea, where cages and cages of dementors were being pulled by huge, winged, mystical horses, galloping on the water.
They seemed ethereal, their golden mane illuminating the dark night, and they seemed to almost float on the water. Douglas had never seen something so big, yet so seemingly gentle.
Gentle Giant.
These stallions moved forwards and landed their wet feet ever so lightly on the sand. They carried 3 people on their backs, all 3 wore white robes emblazoned on the front with a scythe and wand that lay side by side. Above it there lay two letters in stylish writing.
H.G.
The Holy Guard.
The entire party seemed to hold their breath as they landed. Then they tentatively moved forward, and reached forward to touch some part of these majestic steeds, temporarily forgetting the darkness of dementors that threatened to envelop them, instead choosing to gape in awe at the celestial mustangs.
"OI!" Currie thundered. Bewildered at the actions of his staff.
The party instantly seemed to turn to look at their chief, and freeze. Then they quickly sprang into motion, embarrassed, pulling the locks on cages and ushering the dementors inside with the use of their Patronus's.
He took inventory of the people here, 3 angels, 10 demons, 6 aurors, and the Sector X head Arthur Haig.
Angels. Currie reflected. Coming from the Ancient Greek Angelos meaning "messenger", they were used around the prison to contact different places, such as the ministry.
Demons, derived from the Ancient Greek Daemon, meaning "between mortals and god". With vast magical cores, and sharp minds, they were the stronghold's source of power and order.
The head of Sector X ordered 2 of the angels off, talked to the head transport guard and came stalking towards Currie.
"Good Evening, Warden Currie," Haig began "We need you to sign these papers from the ministry, apparently I'm not going to be good enough." He finished bitterly.
Currie looked up at the guard that had carried the dementors. They themselves seemed to be godly, a woman and two men.
The woman had long flowing black hair that seemed to be as dark as the night itself. The men both had short blonde hair that seemed to sparkle.
Tearing his gaze from them, he returned back to the form that Haig held in front of him. He took it, and read it. It seemed perfectly normal, so he signed it and gave it back.
"There we are, now I have some business to attend to," Currie said, frowning. His tea would be cold by the time he got there. But as he turned to leave, a scream erupted from one of the angels, followed closely by everyone.
Haig and Currie turned, to an astonishing sight before them.
The dementors were eerily in place, unmoving, not sucking in the air. They were filed in 8 lines, 18 in each row. They seemed unfazed by the patronus's attacking them. Time seemed to have stopped.
What's going on?
But before he could ask, the scene resumed, but differently, the dementors rose higher, all together, like a military squad. They sucked in one final breath, and flew, fast, northwest.
The people had frozen, and they could do nothing but watch as the dementors flew with staggering speed, heading who knew where. Once again, they sprang into action. The sole angel left went immediately to the ministry with an auror. The demons got brooms and instantly pursued the dementors. The aurors would stay behind in case of an emergency, acting as the reserve line.
Haig instantly bound back into the building's Sector X.
The warden could do nothing but watch. He turned around to see Haig going into the compound. There was only one thought rushing through the mind of Douglas Currie as he eyeballed the wizarding prison.
Azkaban my friend, there is trouble tonight.
600 kilometres away, a raven haired boy turned over in his bed, his blanket encompassing him in a warm ball.
He snored softly.
