Many people have heard the tale of the frog prince, a princess kissing him turns him back into a prince.
Many have also heard of the swan princess, doomed to live as a swan until the kiss of her prince.
Here is a different story
Chapter 2
The dementor prince
Harry ran from the dementors, chivvying his cousin ahead of him. "Keep moving Dudley, run straight home!"
Harry's reward for being so helpful, was his cousin reaching back and punching him in the chest. Harry collapsed, with no breath left in him, and his cousin ran (or lumbered) away.
This is it then, harry thought. About to have my soul sucked out by these monsters, just like they wanted to do to my dogfather.
Harry's remaining breath was wasted on laughs over his poor, and poorly timed joke. He looked up to see the cowl of the dementor closing in on him, their mouths only an inch apart.
Well, life, it was nice knowing you, Harry thought.
Then he realized he could still think, and the mouth fastened on his was much softer than he was expecting. The cold wasn't nearly so oppressive as before either. The first dementor leapt back, and the second one did like the first, latching onto his mouth with the speed reserved only for starving waifs jumping after food.
Still Harry could think, and then he was surprised at the tongue probing at his mouth.
"Hey, stop it! I didn't slip him tongue!" Harry looked up at the girls voice. The cowl had slipped down from the first dementor, showing a brunette with dark brown eyes, on a face that looked much too young to be a centuries old dementor.
"You snooze, you lose," replied another female voice. Harry then saw into the hood, noticing that before where there were only a skeletal face with lips, now there was a blonde girl with sparkling blue eyes. "My prince, however shall I thank you?"
"Uh, let me get back to you on that," Harry replied, falling in a faint.
"You broke him!"
I may just be continuing this story, just because it seems worth the giggles, but it's up here for now, for grabs, for anyone else who likes it.