Chapter 1

It was strange for the former spiritual being to suddenly have a body of flesh. To have the need to breath, to eat, to interact with humans. It was weird to feel the warmth of the blood pumping through the veins of his meat. It was frightening to be confined in walls for most of the time. In their country nothing was between them and the sky and even after their capture they were just inside when they need to feed. Even if most of the rooms of this castle were huge, they seemed small to him, but he didn't complain. The voices of his kin were in his mind, comforting him, whispering encouragements.

He had luck with the boy whose place he took, he wasn't popular and noone seemed to notice his odd silence for the last week. He got some weird looks from some humans of the opposite table, Gryffendors if he'd heard right, but that didn't worry him. What surprised him was a girl from the same table, a redhead with stunningly green eyes. But it wasn't her looks that fasciated him, it was her scent. She smelled like a flower he once knew from his home, like the people that traveled through their lands ages ago, he didn't know if they were still there. It was such a shock as he recognised it for the first time that he nearly danced in delight of the familiarty.

"Snape…", he looked up at the blond boy leaning above him, concluding that he ment him.

"Yes?", he said in a monotone voice.

"Lessons begin in a few minutes, not that I care but if we lose more housepoints because of you, I don't think that you will wake up again one morning."

"Yes.", never changing his calm and expressionless behaviour he stood up from his chair and walked out of the great hall to his class, never noticing the eyes that followed him all the way out.

Classes were another thing he did not understand. Weren't wizards magical beings? Why did they have to learn everything in such strange ways? Maybe because they were so seperated? His people were allways connected, even in great distances they could feel oneanother, speek oneanother, hear eachothers thoughts. They were different individuals but at the same time they were one being, noone came first, noone came last and noone would be left behind. Everyone of them was sacred to the other, it was one of the reasons they were all captured this long time ago.

But they, this magical humans, it seemed like they had to learn about their magic whereas most magical beings just knew what to do. Maybe it was that they weren't as magical as he was? Maybe it were the bodies that confined the magic so that it couldn't connect with the magic around them? It seemed strange to him, this isolation. But playing the role of a wizard, he just copied their moves and mumbled their words and used his own magic to achieve the results they were asking for.

He closed his eyes for a second, before he entered the classroom, listening to his family, friends, his other halfs. Tonight he would go to the source. The location of that energy that filled the air, that gave them hope and caused them to awaken.

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Only the light of the fire in the fireplace chased away the darkness of the early night. Outside the wind prepared for the first storm of winter and the new Dark Lord sat relaxed in an armchair, book in one hand, glass of wine in the other. He was alone, no Death Eaters who brought information or reported their missions were around, not even Nagini kept him company, he seemed like every normal man enjoying his evening after a day of hard work. The wind picked up and light brown eyes looked up to glance at the door.

He tilted his head as if he would listen for something, he must have heard it because the next thing he's doing is walking to the door out of the room and down the stairs to the front door. With only a moments hesitation he opened the door. The first thing he noticed were the eyes. They were nothing like eyes should have been. The iris was lucent, like it wasn't flesh but crystal, it reflected the light like perfekt jewels and the color was something between blue and red, not violet, not pink, something you really couldn't define. And they were old, to old to be in the face of a sixteen year old boy. Eyes like that weren't human, not even in the wizarding world, and that eyes regarded him with slight distaste and surprise.

"You're a wizard.", were the first words of this strange creature. Voldemort nodded and stepped to the side to allow entrance.

"And you're not.", a slight smile curled around the pale lips of the stranger in the body of a slightly familiar boy.

"No I am not, fortunately.", Voldemort frowned.

"Who are you? What are you, if you allow the question and above all, why were you standing in front of my door.", the eyes that had been wandering around the entrance hall, studying the pictures and furniture returned to his face.

"We felt an energy, such a strange scent in the air, it woke us. You woke us.", the strange creature leaned in and breathed in, closing its eyes and tilting its head to the side. "You are the source.", opening its eyes they seemed to stare right down into his soul, or what was left of it, he thought sarcastically. "But you're just a wizard.", it was nearly insulting, the way it said this.

"Well, sorry to disappoint.", Voldemort said in a half laugh, not in the least offended, even if it was strange to hear it from a sixteen year old.

"It's okay. It is not your fault.", the being started to wander around him to get a nearer look at the photos standing on a dresser behind him. "And to the what I am…," the boy looked over his shoulder. "Once I was a spirit of sand and sunlight and starlight and wind, then I became some abomination, a nightmare of fear and desperation and insanity? That's what you call it, am I right? When you can't stop screaming? Even when your voice collapses? And now I'm something in between. Looking for a way to be what I once was, to be what every one of us once was."

Silence followed those words, a silence were this entity before him wandered around the room, looking at everything as if it had never seen it before and a silence were Voldemort thought about the meaning behind those words. Beings of sand and light? He had never heard of them. Nightmares of fear and desperation? A boggart? No, they don't drive you insane, at least not usually. Insanity were you can't stop screaming…a gasp disrupted the quiet.

"You're a Dementor? What?", amethyst eyes pierced into him, in not more than a second the face of the boy was mere centimeters away from his own.

"Yes I am.", he said frighteningly calm. "I feed off the happiness of others, steal the warmth from their very blood and drive their minds into endless realms of terror.", his eyes had lost all color and were a sick white, boring into his own, freezing breath grazed his lips and seemed to make his heart clench in fright. He couldn't move. Those pupillless eyes holding him in place. "And you were the ones that made us turn into this.", for a moment the boy was gone and the creature of so many nightmares stood before him, a moment he couldn't remember one happy memory from all of his life.

"Sh…", the boy was back, warm fingers stroked his cheek. "I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault. Not yours."

"What is it that you want of me?", Voldemort said uncertainly. The eyes were back to their strange color and a smile graced the features of the teen. He leaned in, his lips only a breath away from his ear he wispered.

"Freedom."

TBC

So, first chapter and a question for you: should this just be friendship between our favourit Dark Lord and Dementor (he will get a name in the next chapter, I promise^^) or should it be something more? Tell me in a review!

To get an idea of his eye color: http:/www. modernjeweler. com/images /article /1176162513415_AfricanAmethyst_JohnDyer. jpg (just erase the breaks)