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Dementor's Kiss

Harry pulled himself out of his four poster bed in the Grifindor dormitory. He was particularly dazed. He reached for his glasses, the movement proving too much as he fell to his knees from the bed. With what little coordination he had available to him, he grabbed his glasses, pulling them on.

He felt himself squint painfully as he looked through his glasses. What is going on. He thought in anguish as he failed to see anything through his glasses. Well, besides blurred shapes and colours. He decided to remove them, and was shocked as things cleared, blurs and colours refine to shapes and things before his eyes. He blinked hard a few times, confirming he was seeing correctly; he was, in fact he was seeing more clearly than he ever had previously.

With a wince he stood up, his daze and confusion subsiding as he began to realise he was alone in his dormitory. In the time between him realising his dorm was empty, and him realising he was on the floor a frizzy brown blur hat shot across the dormitory. Harry groaned with pain as he slowly came to understand the cause of his predicament was also the cause of a strong pain in his ear as a loud and wailing voice rang in his ear.

"HARRY … WE THOUGHT YOU WERE K … K … KISSED!"

It was clear from the voice, a girl, was upset. And panicking. However, this meant little to Harry as he was having difficulty processing the words ringing in his ear. He winced as a sharp pain ran through his scar. He felt something hard sitting on top of his skin. Rubbing he found it to be something that dried into his scalp, bellow his scar, which an irate Hermione was currently screaming about the state of it currently covered in dry blood and scabbed.

Then there was Black.

- Memory -

'Nooo," he moaned. 'Nooo... please..." (PoA)

Harry and Hermione and Sirius were surrounded, at least a hundred of them. Dementors, he felt their chilly pull on his soul.

"Herrnione, think of something happy!" Harry yelled, raising his wand,

blinking furiously to try and clear his vision, shaking his head to rid

it of the faint screaming that had started inside it (PoA)

He turned, to see a now passed out cold Hermione, the pull of the Dementors too much for her. Harry now in a panic screamed loud pointing his wand "Expecto Patro-" He stopped short, the panic now setting in. Hermione was out cold, Sirius unable to move. He had no happiness available, no love. Nothing able to bring forth a patronus shield.

He could feet them watching him, hear their rattling breath like an evil

wind around him. The nearest dementor seemed to be considering him. Then

it raised both its rotting hands - and lowered its hood. (PoA)

Where there should have been eyes, there was only thin, grey scabbed

skin, stretched blankly over empty sockets. But there was a mouth... a

gaping, shapeless hole, sucking the air with the sound of a death

rattle. (PoA)

He felt the pull once more, now deeper, as the rattling breath pulled on his soul. As he was kissed, the last thing he heard was a guttural high pitched scream of agony. As his vision he was sure he saw a light, blinding and warm.

As soon as the light came it vanished, replaced by cold and loneliness. Sirius would be kissed, Hermione too. In that moment he sighed into the darkness, ready for whatever was next. Nothing came, was this what it's liked to be kissed, darkness?

The light, the warmth, he felt it once more. Piercing the darkness, forcing him to squint into the now distorted image before him, a large shadow of a man, no, a boy. Someone, around his age was standing before him the strong light behind him obscuring his face in shadow. Harry could only make out the shape of the boy, and the large, white, stag. 'Is this a corporeal potronus? Did he save me?' Harry's thoughts were racing 'No, I was kissed...' The boy before him raised his arm – along with his wand – harry was now staring down the barrel of a gun, wand, he knew there was no difference. He expected sickly green, a cackle. He expected to meet his parents fate. But he heard nothing, as a silent stunner hit him. He saw a flash of red before darkness once more.

- End Memory Sequence -

Harry awoke once more, now in the hospital wing. A fuzzy brown mass was next to him on the bed. With a large effort he sat up, looking down. He saw the large mass was the hair of his friend, the one he was sure not long ago had just been kissed by a dementor. He was sure he was kissed also.

"Hermione?" He tried to speak as clearly as possible but it came out as a soft groan. This was enough however as large glassy eyes were raised to him, along with the fuzzy brown mess they were connected to.

"Harry... ?" The voice was just as strained as his, if a little clearer.

She pounced on him, ignoring his groan of pain as he was suddenly gripped in a tight embrace. He took the time in which she clung to him sobbing to glance around. He was sure he was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts but was having trouble understanding how he got there.

"H-Hermione how...how did I get here?"

She looked up, taking a step back and wiping her eyes. "Y-you really don't remember do you?"

A shake of the head from Harry was enough conformation for Hermione to start talking in a near sobbing panic.

"W-we tried to get Sirius away from the dementors, b-but there were too many, I passed out, when I woke up... I don't know why but...I was in my bed. I woke up, sure you were Kissed, Sirius was waiting at the bottom of the girls stairway, as his animagus form. He told me he had to hide as all of the students were called to the Great Hall. He woke up on a Couch in the Grifindor common room. He doesn't know how he got their either. He says he passed out too as the dementors came down. D...Do you remember anything?"

Harry sighed shaking his head it was too hard to try and remember while trying to take it all in. "So...Where is everyone now?"

"Well, Ron is in a bed over there." Hermione spoke pointing to a bed with the curtains shut. "And the other students are in their dorms. Sirius is half way across the country by now hopefully."

Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead, not sure what to think. "My scar hurts..."

Hermione blinked "Yeah...I suppose it would, Madam Pomfrey said some backed up magic was violently expelled from it. Professor Dumbledore rushed her to his office after learning this...I feel like he's keeping something from us..."

Harry nodded remorsefully, eyes closed. "Of course, when is Dumbledore completely honest with anyone?"

Harry's eyes shot open "THE BOY!"

Hermione couldn't help but flinch and a grunt came from the other bed. "What boy?"

Harry's voice now came down to a whisper. "There was a boy, before I passed out, I think he drove away the dementors. I was sure I was going to be kissed, sure I was kissed but, someone was there. I think he stunned me. I think he took us back to the common room!"

Hermione couldn't help but shake her head this time sighing. "There is no-one in Grifindor that would be willing to risk there life following us and saving an alleged mass murderer. We are the house of the brave, not the stupid."

"But Hermione, it's the only logical explanation! It's not like we could save ourselves! You can't be in two places at once."

Hermione bit her lip, avoiding eye contact with harry.

Harry's couldn't help but glare at Hermione as she raised suspicions.

"You can't...Can you?"

Hermione's eyes were tearing up. "I can't tell you! Professor McGonagall made me swear not to tell anyone!"

Harry's glare got darker as he knew he was being kept out in the dark. "Hermione, you need to tell me"

She whimpered and pulled out a small necklace. "Th-this...is a t...time-turner!" When this didn't clarify it for Harry she whined to herself. "Th-this lets you go back in time...a few hours at a time. It's how I've been getting all my study done, and getting to classes that should clash with each other...

Harry's eyes widened at the prospect. "Hermione! You realise what this means! We did save ourselves! We...somehow made a patronus, or I...I only saw a boy...Maybe you got Ron...while I saved us..."

Hermione was ready to cry, McGonagall trusted her not to misuse the time-turner and now Harry was suggesting exactly that. In fact, she was pretty much certain it has already happened.

"So...What do you say? We've already done it after all." Harry smirked slightly at Hermione, this year had been a little boring anyway. His life was only in danger a handful of times, far too low for a year at Hogwarts as Harry Potter.

She said nothing, sure it would come out as a whine as she wrapped the long gold chain of the time-turner around both her and Harry turning it back. Turning time back.