Title: Kiss.
Author: AspergianStoryteller.
Genre: Supernatural/General. (Well, horror for this chapter.)
Summary: When a Dementor tried to kiss Harry Potter, it got more than it bargained for. I'm relatively new to the HP fanfiction fandom, and there's so many HP stories. Please tell me if someone's already done a story like this! Don't own Harry Potter.
A hundred Dementors flooded the lake area with darkness and despair. Cold misery, like the fog, overwhelmed every living thing it touched.
Hermione's strength left her and she dropped down unconscious next to Harry, who redoubled his efforts to produce a Patronus.
'Expecto Patronum! Expecto Patronum!'
'Not Harry! Not Harry!'
No good. His feeble flickers of silver weren't enough to keep his mother's dying screams away.
'Stand aside silly girl.'
The Dementor nearest to Harry made a sweeping gesture, as though to brush the silver away.
'No – no, he's innocent! Expecto Patronum!'
The closest wraith now began to lower its hood. Harry stared terror-stricken at the face underneath: thin, gray skin over empty eye sockets, gaping hole of a mouth sucking in hope as though air with a death-rattle.
Sudden paralysing fear seized Harry, his Patronus flickered away.
Blinding fog, screaming, 'Expecto Patronum-'
An unconscious Sirius groaned in horror and Harry grabbed his arm. They weren't going to get him. The Dementors were not going to take his his godfather's soul.
Strong, clammy hands wrapped around Harry's throat almost gently, tipping his head up, putrid breath on his face. They were disposing of him first, Lily's screams would be the last thing he heard...
And cold, lipless jaws pressed down on his mouth.
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