Follow Harry in his third year as he learns about Dementors and the Dementors regrettably learn about him in turn too. Professor Snape isn't amused, nor is anybody else.
Oh, and some guy named Sirius Black some prison or something.

Harry had barely been a week back at the Potter residence when Jimmy interrupted him while he was looking into viable investments, Voldemort guiding him through his best options.

"Harry, can we talk for a bit?", asked Jimmy as he fidgeted outside Harry's room.

"Sure", Harry looked up from where he was using his Muggle calculator to work out his plans, "Take a seat", he motioned to his bed.

Jimmy went to sit and was silent.

Figuring Jimmy would talk when he was ready Harry went back to looking at his various charts and made the occasional note when he thought about something.

"What do you think about Parselmouths?", asked Jimmy after a while.

"Hm? Oh, Professor Lockhart is great, so I say it's all hogwash that they're evil and whatnot", said Harry, looking up to see Jimmy looking nervous.

"You really believe that?"

"Absolutely Jimmy, why are asking?"

Jimmy bit his bottom lip, "Cause I'm a Parselmouth."

Harry gaped in shock and then smiled brightly, "Me too!"

Jimmy looked up in surprise, "What? Really?"

"Yup!", said Harry and pictured a snake in his mind.

"We can talk in Parseltongue if you want to?", Harry proposed.

Jimmy looked confused for a second, "That was Parseltongue right? I can never figure out if I'm talking it or not. I always have problems differentiating if it's a person talking to me or a snake."

"Then we should probably not talk in it, cause I have the same problem", Harry confessed.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one", smiled Jimmy.

Harry smiled back and quickly went to his bookcase, "Here", he handed Jimmy a copy of Practicing Parseltongue, "You can read this and claim you learned by reading it. Professor Lockhart would love to put you as his star pupil. He might even give you a cut!"

Jimmy gave a forced smile, "Sure."

"You need to think about your future Jimmy", Harry said and sat back at his desk, "We both need to plan it out so it works out the best for us. Investment is a safe move at this age. Also just about the only thing we can do. Though its not easy, but the challenge is fun", Harry mused and looked at the statistics for the market in woolly socks.

"Sure Harry", said Jimmy as he quickly fled Harry's room.

'Don't listen to him, we have an excellent business plan in our hands', said Voldemort.

Spot gave a grumbling huff that Harry interpreted as agreement.

'With this we'll finally be able to take a step closer to help all the innocent creatures under oppression.'

Voldemort snorted, 'If you think this will be all it takes then you are about to be sorely disappointed.'

Harry frowned, but didn't say anything. It did leave him thinking however. Maybe, just maybe he should listen to his best friend.

A few days later, after owling Gringotts for several days, Harry made his way down to the living room where Lily was nursing her nth martini of the day.

"Can you sign here, real quickly?", asked Harry as he put a quill in her hands and set her hand on the appropriate place on the document.

"Sure hun'", slurred Lily and quickly signed.

"Thanks!", said Harry and quickly hurried back to his room to owl the document to Gringotts that would enable him to create his own banking account.

By the time Harry and Jimmy's birthday arrives Harry has set up most of his investments and is receiving daily owls from Gringotts detailing the state of these.

But Harry wasn't thinking about any of that while he sat and waited in front of the fireplace. Draco and Blaise were supposed to come together to his birthday party. They'd said they would. James had sworn several times that he'd actually invited them this time.

Harry only had to have patience. Any moment now they would come through-

The fireplace blazed green and Draco and Blaise tumbled out.

"Guys!", Harry cheered and embraced them both.

"Hey! We made it Draco. We're now in Gryffindor territory", Blaise chuckled.

"Haha", said Ron as he came over to greet them, "Come on, Fred and George are trying to get Jimmy over his fear of brooms and I don't want to miss him getting even more traumatized than he already is."

"What? Why isn't anybody stopping them?", asked Harry, let go of his friends and ran for the backyards where Fred was trying to coax Jimmy into sharing a broom ride with him.

"If I hold him he can't possibly fall off!", insisted Fred after they'd dragged Jimmy away.

By afternoon all of Harry and Jimmy's Hogwarts friends were at the backyard having cake and enjoying themselves.

Harry was laughing so hard at the Weasley twins' antics as they described their trip to Egypt that he didn't even notice when he made several of the things float on the table until Draco 'accidentally' spilled pumpkin juice on him.

This repeated itself two more times throughout the party that by the time everybody left Harry smelled quite strongly of pumpkin juice and probably one or more of his non-Slytherin friends had figured out his secret. Yet, somehow, Harry couldn't bring himself to care.

The next morning while Harry was having his breakfast an owl flew in and dropped a letter on James' plate.

"Whose are you, bud?", asked James as he opened the letter. He gasped seconds later.

"MERLIN!"

"What's it hun'?", asked Lily as she was looking at her martini.

"Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban!", shouted James in fear.

Lily was startled so badly she almost dropped her martini, "What?! OH NO!"

Harry looked at Jimmy for clarification, but his twin brother was trembling too badly to make eye contact.

"The Aurors should be here soon honey, just stay calm! EVERYBODY STAY CALM! THERE'S NO POINT IN PANICKING!", screeched James as he ran from the kitchen to the living room and then back, "WE NEED TO STAY TOGETHER!"

They were all herded into the living room where James held his wand at the front door as he trembled in fear.

Seconds later the Aurors arrived and James let them in so they could put up a perimeter and search the area.

"It's all gonna be okay Lily", James mumbled as he took a martini glass, cast Engorgio on it, filled it with liquor and handed it to Lily.

"I heard what happened!", said Remus as ran into the home.

"Remus!", shouted James as he went to hug Remus, "Remus I can't go through this again!"

"Don't worry James", Remus soothed.

"I'll go grey!", wailed James.

"Don't worry James, I'm here for you", said Remus.

"And so Am I", said Dumbledore as he suddenly stepped into the house as well.

"Albus!", chorused Remus and James and went to talk with the old wizard.

Harry went to the kitchen to fill himself a bowl of peanuts and when he got back to the living room the Minister of Magic himself was shaking hands with James.

"We are putting all our best men on this! We'll have this madman before the day is over, mark my word!"

James sniffled, "Thank you Minister Fudge."

Within the hour the house was flooded with owls bearing well-wishes from just about everybody in Wizarding Britain.

Harry was still reading the letter he got from Professor Snape telling him in no uncertain terms that if he went after Black he'd regret it for the rest of his life when Voldemort spoke up for the first time since everything started.

'You know Black wasn't even one of my Death Eaters.'

Harry paused in his motion to grab more peanuts while he was reading.

'What do you mean he wasn't a Death Eater? How else could he have betrayed the Potters?'

'He never did, funny, isn't it?'

Harry frowned, 'But if it wasn't him, who did?'

'Some snivelly guy named Pettigrew. Had my mark and everything.'

Harry remembered a guy named Pettigrew being mentioned before. Something about Black murdering him.

"Jimmy", he poked his brother who had barely moved since they got dragged to the living room, "Who's Pettigrew?"

"Peter Pettigrew was one of our friends back at Hogwarts", answered Remus, having apparently overheard Harry.

"But wasn't he murdered?"

Remus sighed and sat at Harry's side, "Yes. You see, Lily made Sirius secret keeper and then when Sirius gave away the secret Peter was immediately at Godric's Hollow since he'd been the witness when Lily did the spell. So Peter knew what had happened and confronted Sirius, but Sirius was-mad. He'd completely lost his mind by that point. Nothing was left of the friend we'd had at Hogwarts. He'd turned his back against us, taken He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's side and then he murdered Peter."

"They only ever found a finger that was left of him", wailed James.

"James I don't thi-", began Remus, but James went on.

"He killed so many Muggles too! All blown to bits!"

Jimmy had started to rock himself at some point during James' rant.

"For Merlin's sake James!", hissed Remus and dragged James away.

'Pity he wasn't on our side. Sounds like he could have been an excellent asset.'

"Hmm", hummed Harry as he patted Jimmy's back to try calm him down.

That night they all slept in the living room. And the next. And the one after that one too. And the one after that.

For two whole weeks they slept in the living room and were barely allowed anywhere else. Harry and Jimmy were also taught spells to cast on their mail to check for curses or things like that.

When they hit the two week mark things start to change for the better. The vigilance was still strict around the house, but visitors were finally allowed and the Aurors finally convinced James to let his family go back upstairs to sleep.

From there a steady stream of Wizards that were checked for Polyjuice come to visit and each and every one of them stopped by Harry and Jimmy to tell them that they'd protect them no matter what.

A week of this was enough to make Harry order another knife from Nick.

All their orders from Diagon Alley had to be done from mail and when they finally departed for the Hogwarts Express the Aurors were all around the Platform until both Harry and Jimmy were in a shared compartment.

Harry stayed where he was till Seamus and Dean joined Jimmy before he left to join up with his Slytherin friends.

"We'll protect you Jimmy! Come life or death!", shouted Seamus as soon as he saw Jimmy.

Jimmy sat trembling in his seat so badly anybody would have thought he'd already seen Black come at him with a knife or something.

"Harry you're okay!", Draco rushed to give him a hug as soon as Harry stepped into the compartment.

'This is why you're my favourite', thought Harry.

Voldemort made retching sounds and Spot gave a disgusted huff.

Most of Harry's friends and acquaintances went by Harry's compartment during the ride to ask how he was doing and how the manhunt for Black was doing.

All in all it was very boring until the train suddenly stopped and the lights went out.

'Shit, he's here!', shouted Voldemort and Spot started to growl, ready for a fight.

'No! Down you little beast, down!', hissed Voldemort as Harry was too preoccupied with finding where his knife was in his pocket.

Then the compartment door opened and some truly ugly creature stood there.

'THE FUCK IS THAT?!', Harry demanded Voldemort.

'It's a Dementor! They're subservient to the Ministry, they're not supposed to harm you, but prepare to cast Patronus.'

'Wait, subservient how? Like the elves?!'

'Uh, I think so? Harry look out its coming near us! Cast Patronus!'

Instead Harry got up and shouted, "Excuse me! Do you know about your rights?"

'HARRY NO!'

The Dementor didn't seem too interested in listening to Harry and kept advancing.

"All creatures are deserving of a life of freedom! No life form is more deserving than another to live in freedom!"

'HARRY!'

Spot howled within Harry.

The Dementor was officially staring at Harry now.

"You have rights! You and all of your people deserve to live in freedom and peace without having to serve Wizards!"

"EXPECTUM PATRONUM!", somebody shouted and the Dementor fled.

"NO! Come back!", Harry rushed to the door and saw Remus of all people chasing away the Dementor.

"We were making a connection!", shouted Harry and slid down to the floor, "We were about to break down the walls imposed by society", he moaned.

"WHAT IN MERLIN'S FUCKING SOGGY BALLS HARRY?!", shouted Draco.

Turned out nobody shared Harry's believe that Dementors should have more rights. All his friends were pretty pissed at him and when Remus came back to their compartment he also told Harry off.

As soon as they arrived at Hogwarts Severus was waiting for him at the castle doors and immediately gave him detention. Apparently news had travelled fast.

Harry's only consolation during his first day of classes was that he was going to take one of his new classes, Arithmancy, which Voldemort had insisted he should take. His other two electives were Study of Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures, the last one being the only one he didn't share with Jimmy, who had chosen Divination for his third elective.

That evening for his first night of detention Professor Snape made him scrub cauldrons, but promised they would go back to their regular lessons soon enough.

"After all, I can't trust you to handle this whole situation with Black in any way that even remotely resembles normalcy. Your run-in with the Dementor already proves as much", Professor Snape explained.

During Harry's first class of Care of Magical Creatures they were all led to a small clearing close to the Exceedingly Forbidden Forest, much to everybody's discomfort.

"Don' worry, she knows not ter come cause trouble fer us", said Hagrid when they all heard the roaring in the Forest.

"She?", Harry perked up.

"Tha's righ', figured it out this summer. Hope yeh're fine with renamin' her to Norberta."

"It fits her perfectly", said Harry happily.

"We could always name her Dragony McDra-ACK!"

"Harry get offa 'im!", shouted Hagrid as he ran over and physically separated Harry from Zacharias Smith.

Later that day Harry had his first lesson with Remus as his teacher in Defence Against the Dark Arts.

"Professor Lupin!", Harry called as soon as the class started, raising his arm as high as he could.

"Yes Harry?", said Remus with a smile.

"I wanted to ask about the rights Dementors have, Sir", said Harry and the whole class moaned.

"Dementors work in junction with Ministry to work at Azkaban-"

"Yes, sorry to interrupt you Sir, but are they paid? Are they allowed leave from Azkaban if they so wish to? What happens to them if one of them disobeys? Are they tortured? What division of the Ministry looks after the care of Dementors? What do they feed on besides human emotion? Is any emotion good enough or does it specifically have to be despair? Can they digest any other type of food? Like vegetables? Has anybody ever tried to feed them anything besides emotions? Has anybody tried to give them anything at all? Who even clothes them? Or do they form their own clothes?"

"Um", said Remus.

"I have a list somewhere, let me see – here!", Harry held up a two feet long parchment, "Don't worry, I'm sure we can work our way through this in no time. Now where was I – ah! On the subject of clothes, do Dementors need shoes? Are their feet cold? Would they be adverse to the idea of a giant crate of wool socks delivered to them with the arrangement that they wear them so that the company logo is visible?"

At the other side of the classroom Ron arranged his books into a makeshift pillow and went to sleep.

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