The three dementors were three of the oldest dementors. They were the first three.

Harry had learned about his magic and Akin had started to teach him how to use it, Charity had taught him control it and Crab had taught him everything else.

London was beautiful, Harry had been kept in a small house for pretty much his entire life.

The neighbors wouldn't approve of three dark cloaked figures to take care of a small boy. They would've called the authorities and Harry would've been taken from his guardians.

Harrys mother and father were not dead, in fact they were perfectly healthy and they had a daughter. Harry was actually kidnapped by Voldemort and given to these three to take care of him.

Voldemort was just… misunderstood. Yes he wanted power but he also wanted a child. He thought Delphi was a poor excuse for a daughter and he yearned for a son. Harry was as close to a son as he had ever gotten. He visited quite often and loved the child.

"Harry, Voldemort is here!"

"Voldemort!" The boy cried in joy.

"Hello! I've missed you darling boy!" He picked up the 11 year old and spun him around. He hadn't visited in over three months.

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