Disclaimer: *sighs in exasperation* HOW many times must I TELL you!? I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER & CO!!!! They, and anything else you recognize, belong to the Literary Goddess, JKR. Hud sa*!!! (not me) So go tell your lawyers that you are unable to sue me. All I own is Necrosia. (Well, duh, I AM Necrosia.)

A/N: all words surrounded by // \\ are in Dou'raan, the language of the Dementors (of which I claim complete control over, if you want to borrow it please e-mail me at necrosia_the_necromancer_of_moon_and_night@hotmail.com), one day I will create actual words, but not just yet. There will be some parts in the Necrian, the language of Necromancers (I also claim complete control over that, again, if you want to borrow it, e-mail me at the address stated above).

Chapter One: The Princess of Azkaban

One by one, the Dementors huddled around the River's Edge, a place of crossing that existed in both the realm of the dead, and of the living. All was silent as they waited for the Demad, and they had been waiting for a long time for this day. The day they would create their princess.

There was a ripple in the still water.

//It comes.\\ one of them hissed. They all looked toward the water, as a creature rose out of it. The creature was a dead creature, had been for a few years, but it was beautifull. It was dressed in silver robes and had silver hair and eyes, even its skin was silver.

That was what made the creature a Demad. Only the Demad are totally silver, most dead creatures become grayish while in the River, in Death.

"Ouee rysh lume." the creature said. (You have come)

//Of course, milady, we hath waited many a millenia for this day\\ said the one who announced the Demad's arrival.

"Uus cahn ouee rysh. Fa jai ti ro cryss?" she asked. (Of course you have. Who will be the one?)

//Kenaze, shall be the one.\\

" Nu ti al." (so be it)

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The girl stiffled a giggle as she hid in one of the cells. It was the fifth time Kenaze had walked by and he still hasn't noticed her. You'd think that a Dementor would be able to tell the difference between a prisoner and the girl, but he can't. But then again, the girl, Necrosia, was not an ordinary girl. Most would find it impossible for anyone, anyone at all, to giggle in such a place. But she had no problem doing so. She loved it there. The humans (She did not consider herself to be one of that pathetic race) were often too far past sanity to be able to bother her. The only one who was able to talk to her, and had done so on a few occasions, had escaped two years ago. This time Anazia walked by. Necrosia physically hid behind the prisoner this time, Anazia was much better at finding her than Kenaze was.

//I know thou art there, Necrosia.\\ she said.

Under her hood, she scowled. Anazia always used that tone when she was to go back to her cell.

//I must to go back into my cell, musn't I.\\ Necrosia replies, more statement than question.

//I'm afraid so, your highness.\\ Necrosia glared.

//Thou knowest I hate that.\\

//Thou knowest 'tis true.\\

Necrosia glared again.

"Ro belg uus ti'el y Necromancer" She says sighingly. (The pains of being a Necromancer)

//If thou wouldn't raise death so often, thou wouldn't hath been caught.\\ Anazia pointed out.

//It hath been years since!\\

//Thou thinkest the humans care? They art the fools of fools, and carest of nothing but themselves.\\

//'Tis true, 'tis true. But I am here with thee now, are I not?\\

Anazia shook her head in exasperation.

//We all knowest thou came her on purpose, Necrosia. But thou must not do so again.\\

//What dost thou mean?\\

//The Minister of Fools cometh to see you.\\

//Me??\\

//Yes, thee.\\

//But why?\\

//I knowest not the reason\\

Necrosia sighed again. Normally, humans would never come to the isle of Azkaban unless they were prisoners or Aurors going on shift. And even then, the Aurors rarely went inside the actually prison. Merely patrolling the outside. In Azkaban, she was allowed free, as the Dementors seemed to see her as their "princess" but that was only because she was not affected by them, not like most people. The only time the Minister of Fools, as the Dementors and Necrosia called him, comes is during his yearly inspection, which was last July. It is now September.

//Fine. I take my leave.\\ Necrosia said as she walked to her cell. She reached it and began cleaning it back up so it looked like one of the normal cells, not her 'bedroom'. Kenaze and Anazia took their posts by her cell door.

//He comes.\\ Kenaze says quietly as the footsteps are coming closer.

"Well, here is her cell Albus. I don't know how you got permission for this without me knowing or why you even want to see her of all people. Could you imagine what would have happened if she had gotten out along with Black?" said the Minister of Fools.

"Now, now Cornelius, she is just a child after all. And she didn't get out with Black, did she?" said another voice.

"Well, no. But you must admit Albus, a Necromancer is a very dangerous person. Do you have any idea how many people she raised? 53! 53 people were raised because of her! And what if she had risen You-Know-Who? Or Grindelwald?"

"Cornelius, you are highly over-rating the girl. She didn't kill anyone to raise the dead, did she?"

"No, but she may have raised what she killed!"

"Cornelius…"

"Now Albus, I know we aren't on speaking terms any longer, but even I feel I need to warn you about her. She's like Black, the Dementors don't affect her. Not the way they affect normal people."

"Oh?"

"It's true, and you know how other Necromancers are affected, they kill themselves in less than a week!"

"Hmm, I see."

The two men finally reached her cell.

"We are here to see the prisoner, Necrosia." Kenaze and Anazia moved aside, albeit reluctantly. Necrosia was able to sense their intense dislike for the two men, particularly for the one she didn't know.

"Hello prisoner." said the MoF.

"Cornelius!" said the other one frowning, "She is still a human being, after all."

Necrosia snorted.

"Hello Necrosia, I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Oh like she knows what Hogwarts is!" the MoF muttered. Necrosia sensed his dislike of Albus Dumbledore. That came from her Dementor heritage. Necrosia was able to sense other people's emotions naturally, the way Dementors naturally suck the happiness out of people. She was able to suck the happiness out of people as well, but it wasn't an automatic thing. She had to 'turn it on' in order to do so.

"Hello," Necrosia said, "and by the way, Minister, I do know what Hogwarts is. I be not a fool like thee."

"Well! I never - !" he began but Dumbledore silenced him.

"Necrosia, what do you know about Hogwarts?"

"'Tis a building of learning, and of children. And Dementors are not allowed within."

"That's true, it's all true. How would you like to go there?"

Necrosia and the Minister looked at Dumbledore sharply.

"Albus, are you mad! You can't take a Necromancer there!"

"Ah, but I can, Cornelius. If a Necromancer signs a contract saying they will never raise the dead again, they are allowed free, and, if they are young enough, able to be taught at Hogwarts. Apparently, most ministers, forget, this little detail."

The MoF tried to speak, but couldn't seem to find the words to be able to do so.

//Thou shouldst go.\\ said Kenaze.

//But I - \\ Necrosia began, barely registering the fact that the MoF was looking at her in complete surprise, while Dumbledore only looked mildly so.

//Necrosia. Thou cannot stay here for the rest of thy life. Thou must go with Dumbledore…even if we do not like him.\\ finished Anazia. Necrosia bowed her head in defeat and sighed.

"Fine. I shall go with thee." she said at last. Dumbledore beamed.

"Brilliant. Term has already started but I don't think that shall be too large a problem for us to handle. You shall be placed in Gryffindor, of course. As a Necromancer, I cannot allow you into Slytherin."

"But I'm taking her!" the MoF finally spoke up.

"What do you mean, Cornelius?"

"I will take her to Hogwarts. Is that clear Dumbledore?" demanded the minister.

"As you wish," Dumbledore said mildly, turning back to Necrosia, "Your uniform, robes, and books will already be there when you arrive." Necrosia nodded to show her understanding.

"Oh yes, and you shall need to sign here." Dumbledore held out the contract and a quill. Necrosia took the quill and signed her name.

Necrosia

"Alright then, I shall see you within a week, Lady Necrosia." Dumbledore said as he held out his hand to shake. Necrosia took it but said, frowning, "Why dost thou call me Lady? I hath no such title."

"Yes, Albus, why?"

"It is out of respect for her abilities to raise the dead. Oh, and you needn't be so formal, Necrosia."

Necrosia nodded.

Dumbledore said good-bye one last time and the Minister of Fools gave one last glare, and then Necrosia was alone once again with her Dementors.

//I hope thou knowest what thou art getting me into.\\ said Necrosia to Kenaze.

//I do, Necrosia. I do.\\