Me thinks my story getting more popular. –Evil giggle- now here is the new chapter so plz enjoy! ^^
Disclaimer: Y? Y must I do this? –Sees the lawyers- o, that's y. (Sighs) fine! I do not own Harry Potter, only Garuse!
If anyone else wants to borrow the Lord of Dementors idea, plz ask me if sum1 else didn't come up with it first. If sum1 came up with it first, then ask them…wait, I should have asked them! Oops…in my defense, I did not know they existed!
The old man had his feathers ruffled and it amused Garuse to no end. He had the two spies try everything to get his Harry's trust back then tried to get the teen alone to either Obliviate his memories or try to gain control over him once more.
A whole month had passed and Harry did not trust anyone from Gryffindor other than the Longbottom boy and a Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw. Everyone else with mild to heavy Light influences didn't matter to him. He actually seemed to enjoy being around the Slytherins more than the Gryffindors.
Actually, the Slytherins acted as though he was part of their House. Even Severus did, though he still showed mild distaste for the teen that was now surpassing everyone else in his year and senior years. It was actually funny when Severus walked into Potions class one day to see Harry sitting at the same table as his godson, who didn't seem to mind at all and was instead making jokes with the green-eyed raven. Severus still didn't give Gryffindor any points even when Harry made perfect potions, but he didn't take any when it came to the raven either.
Even more amusing, to the horror of the Gryffindors since Slytherins and Snape were supposed to be the enemy, Severus praised him on his perfect potions and said that he himself probably wouldn't be able to make one better. Once the Slytherins and Severus got wind that Harry was breaking free from Dumbledore's manipulations, they hung out with him more and more, even protecting him from his former friends' and the Headmaster's attempts. Secretly, of course.
All in all, Garuse was enjoying watching everything fold out. His Harry, despite having new friends that like him for being just Harry and having his eyes opened, still spent time with him and he caught the teen trying to talk with a Dementor. Many thought he was crazy, but somehow, Harry's able to tell the Dementors apart. Garuse often caught him talking with Nathara the most.
"They actually tried to slip something in my drink!" Harry complained, dropping himself onto the couch in Garuse's suite. When Harry wanted to be left alone, a Dementor generally showed up and took him down to the suite. How they knew, he didn't know nor care. "I think Dumbledore told the House-Elves to put it in my goblet, but Dobby left me a note saying Dumbledore wanted a potion put in my drink. Don't know if they did or didn't, but I'm thankful to Dobby."
Nathara, who was enjoying the continuous rants, nodded a couple times. She was also thinking about how angry Garuse would feel about this little bit of information.
"And both the weasel and bookworm are getting more and more sufferable every day!" the teen continued to rant. "Follows me everywhere and when I lose them, they try to corner me when they finally find me! Can you believe that?"
"I'm sure what most wouldn't believe is that you're ranting to a Dementor," a chuckling voice commented before both teen and Dementor looked to the doorway to see Garuse leaning against the way. "Of course, they are excellent listeners as well as secret keepers." He waved his hand. "Nathara, please leave us." The Dementor bowed to her lord before gliding through the entrance wall and leaving the pair alone. "Harry, there is something we must discuss."
"Like the real reason why you're here?" Harry innocently asked, blinking his large eyes.
Garuse chuckled slightly as he sat next to the teen. "Yes," he replied.
"Before I got my memories back, Granger and I believed you were looking for your Chosen," Harry stated, looking to the floor.
"I'm not looking for him because I already found him," the lord corrected. "The problem is that he is constantly watched while his mind was continuously poisoned. I wanted to help free him as well as gain his favor. I want him to trust me when I tell him that he is my One. I want to gain his love and acceptance without others luring him away from me."
Harry smirked slightly. "If you never gave me those potions, that's probably what would have happened," he pointed out. "The luring me away part."
"I never said it was you," Garuse stated with a low chuckle.
"But you're making it obvious," Harry replied. "I'm your Chosen, aren't I?"
Garuse nodded once. "Yes, you are destined to be mine and mine alone," he stated. "I allowed the Dementors to watch you as a child because your soul was turning darker and darker and I knew it would draw them to you eventually. It wasn't until I actually saw you for the first time that I knew you were my One."
Harry was silent for a moment. "Why didn't you come tell me sooner?" he asked, lacing his fingers together.
A sigh escaped the Lord of Dementors as he turned his head to the side for a moment then back at Harry. "Because for one, you were always being watched," he replied. "For another, I wanted you to choose for yourself. So many have made your decisions and blame you for their own choices that they forced on you. I didn't want to make you think I decided you were to be mine as soon as I freed you from one person only to go to another.
"I will not control you, not like they did. I want you to choose whether you want to be with me or be with someone else."
The teen slowly stood and walked over to Garuse before placing a small kiss on his cheek. "Give me a little more time to think about it," he said. "But maybe we could get to know each other a little more before I decide?"
Garuse smiled softly. "I will wait however long you want me to," he said. "And I look forward to getting to know the Harry that no one acknowledged before."
"Thank you," was all Harry said as he left the suite.
Garuse looked over his shoulder then to the empty fireplace. "Dumbledore will try something else now," he said out loud. "Keep an eye on him, Nathara. With your mothering instincts, I'm sure not even Dumbledore will try anything."
The female Dementor glided through the wall to her Lord before letting out a soft sigh. "I doubt he wouldn't be so foolish," she commented. "But I will keep an eye on your One for you. Just keep on your guard. The twinkling human probably already realizes that you are responsible for the loss of his puppet and he will try something in the future." The man nodded before Nathara disappeared through the wall once again.
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Ron and Hermione had their heads down in shame as Dumbledore stared at them with hard eyes. "Have you even tried?" the Headmaster nearly snapped. "He must be controlled!"
"We are trying, sir!" Hermione argued. "But now that he's aware of everything, he won't let us anywhere near him! He sees us heading his way, either a Dementor comes by and helps him get away, or he runs into a crowd where we won't be able to do anything. He doesn't even stay in the Gryffindor Common Room anymore!"
"He prefers staying with those slimy snakes," Ron grumbled.
Dumbledore glared at them. "If you two do not get him under control, you won't get paid, you won't get any of the boy's possessions once he's killed, and you won't get those jobs you want so badly. Now get him back under my control!"
"Yes sir!" the two exclaimed before running out of the office.
A Dementor hiding in the shadows at the back of the room growled lowly before quickly leaving without Dumbledore noticing him. He needed to report to Garuse straight away. Of course Nathara can keep an eye on Garuse's Chosen. Her mothering instincts were something to fear. But Garuse still needed to be informed.
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There was something wrong with the Dementors he managed to recruit. This could not be normal behavior in his opinion. Dementors did travel together and did stay together, but this was starting to get suspicious. They suddenly started acting like they were holding conversations with each other and seemed excited about whatever subject they were talking about.
Even stranger, no one can tell when one was in the room. It was as if they lost or learned to control their ability to make an entire room cold just by their presence.
Whatever it was made one Dark Lord Voldemort uneasy.
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"So you're like my personal bodyguard or something now?" Harry joked, looking at the Dementor behind him. He spent enough time around this particular one that he could tell her from the others. She followed him the most.
Nathara let out a low hiss that sounded a bit like a sigh. "Lord Garuse is very paranoid," she told him.
"I take it he granted you speech," Harry commented.
"Yes," Nathara replied. "Now listen, young Chosen. The twinkling human will try something new. Garuse and all of us feel it. I have no frustration about being your bodyguard. I have taken quite a shine to you."
"Really? Should I feel honored or loved?"
The teen was joking and she knew it, but it wasn't sarcastic. She played along lightly. "Hmm…Loved, I'd say."
Harry let out a small laugh. "So why you?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, you're pretty cool."
Another low hiss escaped her. "I am the one you can know by sight," she answered with a wave of her bony hand. "And I am one of the feared ones."
"How so?" Harry asked.
"Many do not know how Dementors breed, but we breed like any other creature," she answered. "Another thing many do not know is that we Dementor Mothers are very aggressive and protective. We see a child being harmed, we defend the child, even if they are not our own. We are dangerous creatures, young Chosen. But we do have a slight warning for those ignorant masses:
"Feel the fear, fear the cold,
You will never escape our hold.
Harm our young and hope to die,
For you will never again see the sky.
Harm a child,
Fear our wild.
A mother's wrath is unmatched.
Ours is unlatched.
For a child harmed in our sights
Will be protected from their fights."
"Wow," Harry said in awe. "You guys protect any child you see harmed, no matter what?"
"It is not in our nature to hold species against anyone," Nathara explained. "Everyone has a soul and emotions, souls and emotions on which we feed. There is no difference. No matter the species, they all have souls. Children we tend not to harm, but we are ridiculed for what we are. Children are raised to fear us and some Dementors cannot handle that rejection and take the soul of the child. It is a deep regret for us to harm children, but it does happen occasionally."
"Like you guys almost did when I was thirteen?" Harry asked lowly.
"Regrettably," she answered with a wave of her bony hand. "We truly did not mean to harm you, but…"
"It's okay," Harry said with a shrug of his shoulder.
"Let me explain," Nathara stated. "We Dementors do take happy memories from a being, but we can do so much more. We knew when you were born that you would be Lord Garuse's Chosen. But we could not remove you from that household until you were dark enough. If we removed you too soon, it would be difficult.
"As for our other abilities, when we were allowed near this castle, we knew that you were being influenced, but we were kept outside and so were unable to reach you. Our other ability is removing seals, but as we do that, we sometimes remove a piece of the soul and our natural ability mixes in. We were only trying to remove the seals on you, even though it was a risk."
"You can remove seals?" Harry asked, looking at the Dementor.
"Yes," she replied. "But it causes strain on the other's body and sometimes the soul is completely removed. That is all we were trying to do to you."
Harry took a long look at her. "You were the one on the train that year, weren't you?" her asked.
She nodded. "Yes."
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"The question is what will he try?" Garuse commented, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. "Konak, tell Nathara what you told me and tell her that my orders about this are to stay with Harry at all times, even if she has to be hidden. She is not to leave him alone."
"I understand, my Lord," Konak replied with a slight bow.
"Go then," Garuse said with a wave of his hand. The Dementor bowed to him again then glided through the wall. Garuse sighed, rubbing his forehead before collapsing on the couch. A Dementor behind the couch leaned over the back of it to stare down at his lord. "We don't know what he will try, and that makes me very uneasy."
"There is no need to worry about your Chosen, Lord Garuse," the Dementor reassured. "Nathara is a natural mother. She tried to remove the seals on him when she first saw him, and barely recognized him as your Chosen at that time. She will do everything in her power to protect him. It is the reason why she has been the Chosen Guardian for so long."
"I know," the Lord sighed. "Still, a simple Patronus can drive her away as easily as it could drive anyone else away."
"Worry not, my Lord," the Dementor chuckled. "You have waited so long for your Chosen. We will not allow him to be taken from you so easily. All of us would rather die than allow your Chosen to be stolen from you and given to another! Few powerful silver creatures can drive away an actual legion of Dementors."
Garuse nodded his head once then looked up at the Dementor. "You're supposed to be spying on Voldemort, what news do you have?" he asked.
"We have heard about you finally finding your Chosen and attempting to lure him to you, and many of the Dementors spying on Voldemort won't stop talking about it. Not to mention Frijeska found that she is with youngling. Voldemort becomes suspicious about our little gatherings, especially since we are now traveling in threes or fives."
"Does he suspect anything else?" Garuse asked, getting off the couch and rising to his feet.
"He knows not of you or your Chosen, my Lord," the Dementor assured.
"Good, take Frijeska back home, she should be protected while carrying," Garuse ordered. "Tell Yophik to send five new Dementors to Voldemort. He still can't tell differences, so he wouldn't be able to know who is new and who isn't."
"Five for one, my Lord?" the Dementor asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Frijeska is the greatest spy Dementor we have, and if she can't work, then we need to make up for it," he explained. "Besides, the more Dementors there, the better chance we have of learning his plans."
"Very well, Lord Garuse," the Dementor said with a bow. "I shall return and give your orders."
Once that Dementor was gone, Garuse placed his arm on top of the mantle of the fireplace and laid his head on the arm, staring into the flames.
"Should one be alone, never again," he quoted.
"A soul as dark as mine, only kin.
Where does my kin lie?
Only he or she may I find.
A soul as dark as mine,
He or she may only be mine.
Poisoned mind.
Poisoned heart and soul.
I wish for no mortal.
The one meant for me,
He or she shall be my being.
The one Chosen for me.
And together, we will prosper."
He let out a low sigh once again. "My Chosen," he said softly. "My Harry. Never again will you be stolen from me. You are mine and mine alone." A shadow started to rise from his feet, twisting and twirling around his legs as the red in his eyes spread. "And that old man will be no more. He will no longer keep you from me or me from you." He snapped his fingers and a Dementor came through the entry wall. "Keep an eye on the old man. Report should he actually attempt to do anything."
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There were so many things he could do to bring that brat back under his control. A potion slipped into his food for his seals once again and an Obliviate charm will put him back where he is supposed to be. Then after that, all he would need to worry about is keeping that Dementor Lord away from Potter. Or quite possibly a Quidditch accident that would involve a Bludger somehow making contact with his head and the strike would have to be hard enough to make the brat forget.
So many scenarios, so many possibilities, yet he couldn't pick one. Well if he went with the Quidditch Accident idea, the damage would probably make the boy useless, so that was out of the question. Obliviating and potions never failed him before, but the damn boy was avoiding him at all costs and was making it difficult for any of his plans to fall through.
He was avoiding everyone involved with his plans! And those two useless lumps, wastes of flesh and air couldn't even keep an eye on him when they were supposed to! They couldn't even do what they were paid to! Useless!
Honestly, Voldemort was easier to control and manipulate when he was a child! A few ignored comments here and there, forcing him to return to that orphanage, everything and Voldemort came out almost exactly as he should have. He was just too powerful. He was hoping to create another Dark Lord for him to defeat and overthrow then everyone would praise him as much as they did with Grindelwood!
So much for that idea, but then he started molding Harry Potter into becoming the Savior, and he would of course take the credit since he was the one who saved the baby from the destroyed house, who taught him everything he knew, and so on. Or the boy could just weaken Voldemort enough for him, Dumbledore, to step in and defeat Voldemort once and for all!
Either way, that was how it was all supposed to work. But then that damn man entered the picture and ruined everything! He lost his weapon! Well a few new plans here and there should bring the brat close to him once more and once that is done, he will fill Potter's mind with ideas of Garuse being evil and needing to be destroyed. Yes, that will work out perfectly.
Dumbledore chuckled low to himself. Fawkes the Phoenix lowered his head and hid it under his wing. This was no longer the man he bound himself to. Gently, he destroyed the bond without Dumbledore knowing and flew out the window. Dumbledore just thought his phoenix was going out for another flight, not knowing he would never see Fawkes again.
I will try to make the next chapter longer, but I am starting to get stuck here. This may actually be a very short story, like less than 10 chapters. I don't know yet. I don't even know what I have planned for the next chapter! This story will be very slow on updates, so can everyone please get off my back about updating this story? I don't wanna sound mean or rude, but seriously. I'm trying to update this story and I just keep getting stuck.
(Sigh) o well, plz review. And I will try to update as soon as I can.