A/N I know I should probably finish a story before starting a new one, but I find it hard to focus on one story at a time because I can never think of what to put next. I do not own the rights to Harry Potter.
The Dementor Attack
Vernon Dursley nodded his head in agreement with an article in the newspaper he was reading. "This Tyndall guy's got the right idea, Pet." Before Petunia could pretend to care about politics for a few seconds, the front door seemed to be torn off its hinges as someone stumbled in. "What in blazes?" His nephew came staggering in with his son hanging off his shoulder, looking barely conscious. "Dudley!" He threw his copy of the Identity away and helped his precious son onto the sofa before grabbing his no good freak of a nephew and throwing him against the wall. "What did you do to my son?"
"I didn't do anything to Dudley!" Vernon growled. "I swear!" A meaty thud followed.
"Liar! What freakish thing have you done to my boy?" Harry stared in shock. He'd been beaten before, but never had Vernon punched him full force in the face. And Vernon had never hit him somewhere that could be seen before, too scared that someone would notice. Before he could continue to protest his innocence, his uncle's fat hand wrapped around his throat. Ignoring his wife fussing over her precious Dudders, he squeezed tight and continued the interrogation, not caring that the brat couldn't answer whilst being choked. "What the fuck did you do to him?"
'This is how it's going to happen,' thought Harry. 'This is how I'm going to die.' He almost chuckled. 'Dumbledore put me here to protect me from Voldemort, but this is just going to save him some effort.' He tried to get his wand out, when help came from the one place he didn't expect.
"It weren't 'arry." Vernon looked in shock towards his son. "It wasn't him." Dudley turned to his dad. "I think Harry might have saved my life. There was this thing. It was terrifying." He stared off into nothingness, haunted by what he'd seen. "It was Death himself. Dark. Terrifying. It took away all the happiness in the world. And then something white and glowing made it go away. And it made all the happiness come back." He seemed to notice that his cousin was turning purple. "Dad, let go of him, you're gonna kill 'im!" Vernon seemed to finally register what he was going to do and let go, leaving Harry gasping for breath. "Harry, what was that thing?"
Harry took a few more deep breaths, before getting up from where he'd collapsed onto the floor. Before he could answer, an owl flew through the window and delivered a letter. After a few moments when no one picked up the letter, it flew into the air and began speaking. "Dear Mr Potter, We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle. The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling on your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand. As you have already received an official warning for a previous offence under section 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 A.M. on August 12th. Hoping you are well, Yours sincerely, Malfalda Hopkirk"
After the letter fell silently to the ground, another letter came in through the same window. This time Harry picked it up and read through it quickly, realising it was from Mr Weasley telling him not to go anywhere and not to surrender his wand to anyone. "You'd better explain, boy."
"Uh, right." He turned back to Dudley to answer his question. "Dudley, that was a dementor. They're horrible creatures that take all of your happy memories. If they get too close to you, they'll suck out your soul." Dudley and Petunia blanched. Vernon seemed too fixated on blaming Harry for everything to realise that his son's soul was still inside him because of Harry. "The spell I cast, the Patronus Charm, that's the only way to get rid of them."
"And I'd be willing to bet that the only reason this demtor was here, was you! So, it's your fault my son's like this now!" He seemed to be gearing up for another rant, when Dudley came to Harry's rescue once again.
"Dad, stop." Vernon turned back to his son. "Harry saved my life! Or at least, he saved my soul. He could have just ran away and left me to the dementor. Instead he saved me and now he's in trouble with the other wizards. He didn't have to do that!" Harry quickly decided not to mention that he'd have been in trouble with the ministry anyway for using his patronus to save his own life before saving Dudley. Another two letters quickly arrived for Harry. The first was from the ministry telling him that he was no longer expelled, until his hearing was done and the second was from Sirius, saying to stay in the house.
"I'm still not convinced that the boy didn't just do some freakery to Dudley to make him see this demtor thing." If Harry was surprised about Dudley speaking up in his defence, that was nothing compared to the shock he felt when Aunt Petunia spoke.
"It's true, Vern. I heard Lily and that horrid boy speaking about dementors once. They guard the wizards prison." A look of confusion clouded her face for a moment. "But that boy said normal people couldn't see them?" The Dursley's all turned to Harry to answer the implied question.
"Um, I don't know if muggles can see them. Maybe they can when they're about to be Kissed by them?"
"Kissed?" Dudley had a revolted look on his face.
"That's what they call it when a dementor sucks out someone's soul. The Dementors Kiss." Petunia asked him if he was sure. "Well, no. Muggles being able to see dementors never came up in conversation and I never thought to look it up." Vernon seemed to come to a decision.
"Go to your room, boy. We'll ask one of the freaks when they come to pick you up for this hearing of yours."
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Four days later, Harry was woken up by a shout from downstairs. Vernon and Petunia had gone to an award ceremony for the best kept suburban lawn in England, so it was just him and Dudley, who had been avoiding him. Dudley had begged off going, saying he still felt a bit off from the dementor attack. Worried about a potential Death Eater attack, Harry grabbed his wand and raced downstairs, stopping only when he saw a friendly face. "Professor Lupin!"
The kindly werewolf smiled. "Please, call me Remus. I'm not your professor anymore. Sorry about the shout, Harry. We didn't expect anyone else to be here and Tonks got a bit of a fright when she saw your cousin here." It was then that Harry noticed a woman with bright pink hair pointing a wand at his cousin, who seemed to be under the effects of a full body bind.
"Wotcher, Harry." The young witch smiled at him, seemingly embarrassed at being surprised by his cousin.
"Um, wotcher? Could you release him? I don't think he really likes that." The witch blushed and muttered the counter-curse, releasing Dudley. "Thanks. Hey, Prof-um, Remus, can muggles see dementors when they're about to be Kissed?" Remus' smile at being called by his first name disappeared into a frown at the unusual question.
"Um, I don't think so?" He thought about it for a few seconds. "I don't think anyone's tried to find out. Plus, most people who are about to be Kissed, don't exactly have the ability to say anything afterwards. Why?"
"Because I could see one when we got attacked." The two magicals looked at Dudley in surprise. The witch frowned.
"Y'know, it might be possible you're actually a squib. If ya like, I could cast a spell on ya to find out?" At his look of confusion she elaborated. "Oh, a squib is a non-magical person born to magical parents, but sometimes close relatives of muggleborns have enough magic to be considered squibs." Dudley nodded his agreement to have the spell cast on him. "Alrighty then! If you glow brown, pure muggle. Yellow, means you're a squib, ok?" He nodded that he understood and she cast the spell on him.
After a few seconds, he began to glow. "Um, what does it mean if I glow green?"
Tonks' hair shifted through a variety of colours. "Um, well, it means you're a wizard. Congratulations?"
A/N The letter was quoted from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, a book that I do not have the rights to. Please, don't sue.