A young couple was walking along the streets of Surry, the man was pushing a carriage and the woman was holding the leash of a small dog with white hair. The evening was quickly folding around them and they speeded up their pace, as Surry was full of odd visitors lately. The Dursley boy down the road had been attacked last summer, and the couple had no intentions of exposing their new baby daughter to any harm. A fussing cry came from the carriage and the mother bent to pick up her little girl. The fuzzy down on the baby's head was highlighted as the street lamps flickered on.
Suddenly, the gentle breeze that had been undulating stopped. The white dog snuffled the ground and poked his nose in the air. He started yapping nervously, looking from one master to the other. The dog was worried for his new little master. Pleading brown eyes swept the sky as he continued to bark, pulling at his leash.
"Settle down, Poky, we'll be on our way soon" The father said nervously as the mother tucked the now sleeping child back into her basket. As the mother stood up, she sniffed. The father looked at her curiously.
"I…I feel so unhappy!" cried the mother, wiping tears from her eyes. The father's heart swelled up with grief, as the street lamps extinguished one by one.
"I know what you mean, dear, I…feel as if I'll never be happy again!"
He broke out into sobs, falling to his knees. The little dog was ferociously growling and yapping at the night sky, where it seemed as if the stars had suddenly died. The young woman screamed in sorrow, startling the baby awake again. The little girl wailed horrible cries of abandonment, as a new wind started to blow.
The man shivered between sobs, clutching his arms as the gooseflesh rose on them. The woman was beyond help now, writhing on the ground, screaming in despair.
"We never should have had a baby, she's RUINING our lives! I don't have the STRENGTH to do it anymore!" She shouted hoarsely.
The father suddenly grew angrier than he had ever felt before.
"This is all YOUR fault!" He screamed at the wailing baby. "You're making my wife cry, you little BRAT!" With one felt swoop he shoved the baby carriage down the street where it went careening into the road and down a slight hill. The dog broke free from his master and chased the child, now screaming in terror. The white dog panted and snapped at the carriage, trying to slow it, when all of a sudden a silvery mist enveloped the immediate area around them and the carriage came to a sudden halt. The dog backed away violently when a hooded figure swooped into the mist, its bony fingers curling and uncurling in grasping joy. It glanced at the dog through its hood, and seemed to chuckle in a hissing matter. The dog promptly collapsed to the pavement dead.
The father and mother up the street were still sobbing and shouting, swearing at the child now below the black figure. The tattered ends of its robes brushed the street as it hovered above the child. The baby girl went silent, as if its voice had been cut away. Her mouth was still wide and gasping, her chest heaved with silent, hissing sobs. The dementor leaned over the child and kissed her chaste pink lips, sucking the soul from the tiny form. It then sucked in all the mist surrounding the area and exhaled it into the baby's mouth. The baby's form seemed to crumple underneath the pink swaddling and her soft skin blew away from her face in the freezing breeze. The swaddling decayed into something black and wretched as the baby slowly sat up and then, surprisingly, hovered out of the carriage, her skull gleaming. The dementor took her up in its arms and crooned a slow hiss, pulling the swaddling in a hood over the baby's head. The baby's sockets shone a dainty red as her fist, once pink and chubby, waved its bony knuckles in the air in joy.