The Dementor Army

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Harry stood at the very edge of a great hill that over looked the entire camp, the camp of the children to the members of the Order of the Phoenix. Many of them...they had recruited so many willing wizards and witches to join up the fight against the Dark Lord, and now many even after so many painful experiences and battles of war that he has ever seen he smiled thinking about how the Dark Lord shall never win. So many of them showed up to take wands up with the Order that they filled up the head quarters and the empty summered Hogwarts. They came from all over, United States, South America, Africa, and even China. The thing that made him realize that in doing good things everyone would show up even the self dependent Chinese.

He braced that thought and for a moment in a long time it felt as if he was truly warm again, a tingling sensation that reached even to his finger tips. He thought back to that last night at the place for the Dementor Army attack. So many brave wizards and witches fought, even the children tried to fight even though they knew all spells they could even begin to imagine doing would be useless.

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Memory

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Harry Brushed back his untidy hair with his hand, he tried combing it down, which by now he knew it was useless. No matter what he did with his hair it always seemed to stick out in all sorts of different places. By now he should have already gave up but he was nervous, Dumbledore said the Dementors would be attacking soon, but how soon?

"Harry, Harry are you okay? Came Hermiones reply from within the tent.

"Yah I'm just fine Mione"

"Harry Potter seven years knowing you I know that look and that mood your in, you look as if the weight of the whole wizarding world is on your shoulder again."

Hermione came next to Harry and slipped a gentle arm around Harry's waist, she took him into her arms, she thought she felt that he almost melt into her, but the next second she knew she must have been mistaken for he seemed stiff as a board.

Harry felt as if this was heaven, being held like Hermione like this, it felt as if everything in the world was no longer set upon his shoulders, he felt relaxed...normal. He looked at her, her face was resting on his shoulder, he tilted her head up and their eyes met. Harry Looked into the most magnificent eyes he has ever had a chance to look upon, her hair was no longer curly but straight, he smile could have melted the tallest ice caps from the highest mountains. He stared into her eyes for what seemed like mere seconds but it was in reality quite awhile.

Hermione almost choked on her breath when Harry looked into her eyes, she could have sworn her heart stopped beating and then all of a sudden started beating twice as fast as it normally would. She really loved this boy already almost a full grown man. She loved his emerald green eyes, even his naturally untidy hair, his glasses, his smile, him.

They stood on that small hill for what seemed like minutes when it was apparently quite awhile for the sun started setting. When Harry finally spoke.

"Mione remember when we had our first kiss?"

Hermione giggled as a little girl would, how could she forget? Harry had no idea what to do but he knew this much put his lips to hers. But I guess Harry didn't have much coordination when his eyes where closed since he kissed her nose, and thinking that it was her mouth thought to add a little tongue...the moment was hilarious.

"How could I forget Mr. Potter? That was the most umm interesting things my nose has had the chance to encounter."

Harry blushed a deep red, knowing fully what he had done wrong.

"How about we erase that little part from our memories and add this."

Harry swooped down to kiss her and this time to his delight he made contact as he had the chance to do so many times in the last couple months. His hands moved from her hips to her hair and he felt her arm tighten around him.

Harry felt as if this was the true meaning to love, he felt...he felt cold? A scream pierced the quiet night air. Harry and Hermione ran down the hill that they stood on toward the sound of the scream. They took out their wands and Hermione planted one last desperate kiss on Harry's lips and the two ran toward the darkness.

Where the darkness came it grew quiet Harry could hear nothing and see nothing, he looked back and saw that no matter in which direction he looked toward he could not see a thing. Another scream, a child's scream came, he rushed toward the place where he heard the scream he hit something hard and tall. Hearing a gruffed voice curse in the dark.

Next thing he knew a great ferret came toward him and light up the darkness, the ferret lite up an image Harry would have rather not seen. For one he saw Mad Eye Moody, Moody grabbed him and pushed him toward the ground as Harry felt something flew past him, and a cold trembling feeling went through him, a feeling he knew quiet well. Besides Moody Harry had seen close to a dozen Dementor's surrounding the area where they had stood, Moody's patronus drove back some but they where closing in on them fast. Moody grabbed Harry and pushed him away and yelled the spell for his patronus ferret.

Harry who was dazed at what had just happened took his wand and produced a patronus, a silver stag erupted from his end of the wand it drove the Dementors back, with the help of Moody's help.

"Harry go find that child, the boy's in that corner right over there" Mad eye pointed with a bloody hand.

Harry didn't need telling twice he ran over to the place where Mad eye had said and produced another patronus to guide him. He found two little boys crouched together behind a tent one was shivering so hard that if the situation wasn't so serious the little boy could have made chocolate milk, while the other was crouched but unmoving. Harry picked up both boys and set another patronus and set off toward the light.

Harry ran hard knowing that he couldn't stand a chance to defending both these boy's and himself if a couple of Dementors showed up. He ran fast now knowing he didn't have time to set off another patronus to reach the light. Harry felt soemthing cold swept near him and next thing he knew he was lying face ground in the dirt.

As he was getting up he felt a cold tremble near him, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled as a cat would be when hissing. He grabbed for his wand but a cold hand swept it out of his wand hand once again. Harry by know knew what it was, he knew that if he didn't act quickly he might be kissed, not being able to see at all was a very big disadvantage.

One of the little boys whimpered, the whimpered turned into a blood curling scream, Harry knew if he didn't act quickly the boy would be in danger. He grabbed at the air as a blind man would, we touched nothing. He heard the scream growing farther away. He ran towards it, he swung his arms wildly and his foot caught on something he felt down and touched one of the boys, he wasn't moving but he was there at least. Harry ran toward the scream and he felt ice surround him, he swung wildly and his fist connected with something colder then ice. He felt something drop from the ground he felt around in the darkness. He touched something lumpy and when his fingers made contact a little boy screamed his head off. Harry picked him up and then with each boy under hand he ran and ran.

Harry ran, his breath came in crazy exhaustion, he was panting but now that he was wandless he knew that if he didn't keep on running they would die. A cold figure flashed by his sides, so fast, it blocked his path. Harry came to a hault but he ended up colliding with the figure.

It felt as if he just jumped into ice cold waters, much like the time he walked through Nearly Headless Nick. Harry inched back slowly, he clutched the two boy's at his sides. He heard the one that was screaming bloody murder not so long ago start screaming things.

"No don't take my mommy, mommy!"

Harry himself bite back a tear knowing how that pain felt, he couldn't help the boy from his despair, nothing can match up to that pain that these creatures of the damned created, the ice cold feeling of never being happy again. He shuddered involuntarily at his own remembrance to the pain. He felt cold again, he felt nearer to the pain, it drew him closer, and this pitch dark place seemed to get even darker.

"Harry is that you, no Harry no wake up, Harry Potter open your eyes!" bellowed a voice that seemed so close and yet so far.

Harry realized he was losing concentration he had to pull himself back in reality, he felt finger of ice holding him up by his cheeks. He kicked and heard a grunt from the damned.

"Harry duck! Expecto Patronum, Harry don't, Harry!"

Harry felt that he would have felt a whole lot better if the patronus didn't light up the area, there was close to 2 dozen Dementors surrounding them. He felt their coldness, they lived like the undead...those who could not die. An eternal hunger that they held within, the face that the people that ever saw it would be in no condition to tell about how they looked like. He saw the ragged cloaks they wore over their heads, he looked into a cloak wondering if he maybe able to seeinto them, he felt a cold blue burn into him.

It was useless they were surrounded, and whoever produced that patronus even if it was a full fledged one it was still not strong enough to hold off this many Dementors, if only he had his wand.

He heard another yell at the incantation and he felt bravery sink back into his bones when the spell flew past him, a bald eagle patronus? Who's could that be? No one in the camp had a bald eagle patronus...maybe, maybe there were reinforcements. Harry's heart jumped at the mere thought.

Someone grabbed him and pulled him up hard, "Harry, Harry hurry lets go get up common!"

"Ne..Neville, Neville is that you?"

"Yah its me Harry, get those two out of here hurry i can't hold them back any longer, this spell is exhausting. It feels as if its draining all of my energy, I can barley feel my fingers."

"You only Neville? Where...then what....then who produced that full patronus?"

"Yah only me Harry, don't ask I've been trying the spell for the last couple months."

Harry and Neville both felt the coldness crowding around them, he felt something close near by and he ducked and felt it swish past his neck at an immensely fast speed. He felt Neville shake at his side but Neville got up, Harry was just about to pull him down when...

"Take them and get out of here Harry, do you have your wand?"

"No Neville your coming with me lets go we can make it."

Neville laughed a hallow kind of laugh. "Harry only one of us can make it, its either me or you and whoever gets out can take the boys but not both of us, and the world needs you Harry...GO!"

Neville pushed Harry toward the direction he came in at and set of a patronus that way, Harry turned around and saw at least 20 Dementors surrounding Harry.knew the faster he got the boys to safety the fast he could go back and help, he ran. He didn't think how could he help? He had no wand and that was the only way he knew how to drive them back, he didn't think about any of that only about getting back there and helping Neville mattered. He ran feeling the ice like feeling leave his body.

Finally he reached to a clearing where it was not dark, it was broad daylight, he looked at the two boys one clutching to a wand with big opened scared eyes and he looked at the other unmoving, probably scared stiff thought Harry.

"My name is Harry Potter," He felt the boy was calming down after hearing his name. " I need to borrow that wand and get you and him out of here now."

The boy handed Harry the wand, and picked up the other boy and ran off toward the light, Harry saw many people run into the darkness each not knowing what they where going to face but knew they had to face it.

Harry ran back in with the wand and he heard a yell. "No stop it, stop it...stop it you monsters don't do that to my mother! Put my dad down don't you dare hurt hi....ahhhhhhh!"

Harry ran toward the spot yelling "Neville, Neville Expecto Patronum. He saw his patronus gallop toward Neville, it knocked down two Dementors in its wake and then knocked down the Dementor holding Neville.

Harry rushed toward Neville and picked him up he carried him toward the light, Neville croaked "Was I useful Harry, did I make difference?" Harry didn't know what to say, Neville probably just saved his life and the two boys and all Harry could say "You did great, no beyond great Neville. Thanks for saving me." Neville smiled after hearing those words and fainted from exhaustion.

Harry set Neville down and immediately two healers came running to help, Harry left Neville with them and ran back into the darkness, he knew that when herds and herds of Dementors got together they could make a field of total darkness that could cover even the brightest days, the darkness was going to be a disadvantage to them, he tried to think of a solution but couldn't come up with none.

"Harry, Harry over here."

Was that...was...Hermione's voice? That couldn't be her voice "Expecto Patronum" No one was there. Harry was confused and dazed was he thinking about that girl that much? No it couldn't be she must be around.

"Harry, help me!"

Harry broke out in sweat he felt it trickle down his head and touched his lips, his emerald green eyes surveying the darkness. "Expecto Patronum" He saw bodies laying there, just shells of their former selves, just a useless shell without its soul. He looked into the eyes of the once body full of life and individuality now souless, emotionless, worse then dead. Its blue eerie eyes shines back into his own emerald eyes, it seemed to plead for release and yet it could do nothing in expressing its self. It didn't know what it wanted, it moved like the dead, like the blind, in pain. All the color was drained from it all the things it should feel was gone, it gave a scream that could have only came from hell.

Harry looked at the figure standing, tears brimmed up at his eyes, while the light produced from his partronus went away the darkness enveloping him in its folds, he breathed a single word.