How Dementors Are Created

By Evil Jason

LEGAL THINGS: I do not own the Harry Potter license. This story, however, is my own invention. So keep off it!

(NOTE: The following narrative was found in Azkaban, written in what appeared to be blood on several pieces of stone broken from the walls. The writings found here give us an excellent insight on the nature of Dementors.)

"My name is William Harganid. I was born on July 17, 1968. I was sent to Azkaban on May 26, 1991, for murder. The sentence was 30 years. I truly doubt that I will live that long.

"I have escaped my cell and have hidden in a forgotten room that I think was once a kitchen. So far, the Dementors haven't found me. I can feel them searching for me, and I know that I'll get the Dementor's Kiss if those freaks of reality get their shriveled hands on me. However, the prisoner in the cell next to me, Sirius, told me that Dementors have trouble with sensing animals. I'm an unregistered Animagus - I can take the form of a chameleon - and whenever the Dementors come close, I change form. I know it's just a matter of time.

"They want to punish me because I know too much about them. I know the truth. Two weeks ago, I turned into my animal state and slipped through the bars of my cell. One of the Dementors passed me, so I followed it, hoping its path would lead to an exit. I see now that I was an idiot.

"It traveled into a part of Azkaban that I had never seen or even heard of. The creature kept going, and I was doing everything I could to keep up. Soon, it slipped into a room, and I followed it, still in my chameleon state.

"The room was filled with Dementors, easily fifty or more of the cursed things. The one I had followed made its way into the center of the group, which had formed a semicircle around it. It was hard to tell in my lizard state, but they looked like they were waiting for something. Soon enough, it occurred.

"Two of the Dementors glided over to the one in the center, bearing between them one of the guards. The poor man was screaming as if he was being tortured. The truth was worse.

"The central Dementor pulled back its hood, exposing a face that haunts me in my dreams, and ripped away the man's shirt. Suddenly, before my reptilian eyes, it plunged a hand into the guard's chest and ripped out his heart. The man died instantly, as the two Dementors holding him snapped his spine in two as the heart was ripped. In seconds, the Dementor ate the beating heart.

"A low moan filled the chamber, as the central Dementor started to shake. A split started to form at the top of its head, and it traveled downward, dividing the Dementor in two. Eventually, the split was complete, and the halves of the Dementor fell to the ground, forming two puddles. The puddles began to rise and take form, and soon two new Dementors had formed from the remains of the first.

"All of a sudden, in panic and shock, I returned to my human form. The Dementors turned toward me in anger and let out a massive shriek that echoed throughout the chamber, deafening me. I started to run, but was surrounded by Dementors before I could reach the door. Having no other choice, I turned back into a chameleon. Disoriented by my disappearance, the creatures dispersed, giving me a path to run down. Shortly afterward, I reached this room.

"I will not live long. If the Dementors don't find me, I'll die of starvation. But this knowledge will live, recorded on these slabs of stone, which I have knocked from the wall. I know why the Dementors want to take my soul. It is because I know something that no other wizard knows.

"I know how Dementors reproduce."