Creativity Event: Creature!AU (dementor)

Pairing: Lily Luna/Harry (familial)

Word Count: 397

souls are fickle things

Lily Luna watched from the edge of the crowd. There was a gathering of people laughing and having fun. She wanted to be a part of that. She wanted to have fun too.

Her mind made up, she drifted over to the crowd, who had fallen silent as they noticed her. One of them screamed, and then they all scattered like birds being chased. Lily Luna felt hurt, and if she could cry then tears would be leaking out of her eyes.

She made her way back to her den, drifting straight to her sleeping spot. "What's wrong?" her father asked.

"Nothing," she replied, but her voice was deeper than normal, as if there was emotion in it.

"That doesn't sound like nothing to me. Come on, you can talk to me."

"Why do people hate us so much?" she asked, her voice small.

"They don't hate us, they just fear us," he replied, floating next to her.

"Yeah, but why? I haven't done anything wrong: I just wanted to talk to them!"

"People tend to fear what they don't understand," her father replied after a while. "We can change the temperature of a place just by standing there, and people don't understand that as they can't do that without getting some magic thing out and saying some words. It's not your fault: you definitely aren't in the wrong."

"I just wanted to make friends," she said quietly.

Her father sighed. "And you can make friends, only I would recommend only making friends with your own species as we can accidentally suck out fragile souls, and then your friends would be soulless contraptions."

"Okay." Lily Luna stretched her body out and pulled her hood back up. "I'm going to go make a friend right now!"

"That's the spirit!" her father said, before laughing at something she didn't understand. "Go have some fun. I'll have some food for you for when you get back."

Lily Luna was about to leave the room, but then she turned back to face her father. "Thanks for this," she said, meaning it.

"It was no harm to me," he said, "I'm happy to help you."

Lily Luna hummed to herself as she tried to find another one of her species. This would be fun. She would make a friend. She would get to laugh and be happy just like the humans do.

Maybe dementors want friends too?

~butter