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Pairings You Never Though Of
Dementor – 3 votes Snape – 2 votes Umbrigde – 2 votes Bellatrix – 1 vote Arthur – 1 vote
Pre Harry Era – 3 votes Clock/Forbidden Forest – 0 votes
Peter Pettigrew/Dementor
Peter cursed under his breath.
It was in times like this he wished he had never listened to Snape and Regulus back at Hogwarts.
Right now he could be with James, Lily, Sirius and Remus, but he had told them he had a mission from the Order. It was almost true, he had a mission. It just wasn't from Dumbledore.
The Dark Lord had taken great interests in his animagus ability. Besides of spying for him, Peter now also had to convince Dark Creatures to join them. In most cases, if things went wrong he could just turn into a rat and run away.
He had saved himself from a bunch of vampires in that way.
Now he had to talk with Dementors.
Yes, not the funniest way to spend the afternoon.
But he was perfect for the job. Peter didn't had that many sad memories and he felt as if he didn't deserve the happy ones. Besides, Dementors would ignore him in his rat form.
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You came back.
"Of course I did." Wormtail closed his eyes as he felt a finger running through his cheek.
He had met the Dementors countless times now, actually, he had spent more time with them than with his friends.
The Dementors weren't that bad.
Apparently they got used to him, liked his memories, which captivated them, and his emotions intrigued them.
And they actually tried to contain their hunger to allow him to stand to be around them without crying like a baby. That was nice of them.
Peter started to like to visit them. They made him feel...welcome. Wanted. Almost loved.
They envied each other. The Dementors wanted the ability humans had for emotions, how strongly they felt them; and Peter envied how Dementors could just have happy memories. It didn't matter if it were theirs or not, there was no sad moment in their life.
They talked. Some of Peter's memories were known not for sucking them out of him, but by being told by himself. They told him things too. Selected the most precious memories they had collected and shared them with him.
One day Peter had to admit the Dementors were his friends.
The only reason the Dementors hadn't overreacted the next time they met was because they already know. Ironically, they understood emotions better than him.
And then, there was always this Dementor that touched him.
Dementors are blind, they can only sense emotions and feel by touch. They don't actually speak too, it's more like they put the words in your mind.
Peter had been surprised to find his, her, its touch gentle.
Even more surprising was when he started to crave for it.
But of course they already knew.
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This was better in my mind.
And I couldn't stop thinking about Stuart (The Joy of a Dementor) while writing this.
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The next chapter will be about Dudley Dursley with:
- Oliver Wood (suggested by victoriam549) / Moaning Myrtle (suggested by Jeje and Sally) / Voldemort (suggested by me)
- Outside / Night / Quill
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The next will be about Rita Seeker, give me ideas!