DISCLAIMER: Why don't I list what I do own? I own the plot. I own Deme (pronounced DEE-mee). I own a few more characters. If you recognize it, I don't own it. Except Darcy. You might think you recognize him but you probably don't.

Thank you everyone who reviewed! Yes, Sana-Kurata-3713, here's Chapter 2, and I've already written through about Chapter 9.

ElfIcarii, a Stormwind is a person. Stormwind is the last name of some of my characters. Kittycorn's url is: ?userid=396424.

And thank you Mandy for your review! Here's the second chapter, and I'll be typing the third as soon as someone reviews this one.

Okay, this chapter is just a bit dumb (it's the beginning of where my fic was getting too happy... so I revised it... but I didn't revise this chapter, so it's a happy chapter... sort of....)

If you can come up with a better name for the chapter, please tell me.

When she came to herself, she was surprised to find that she could still think. Shouldn't she feel different, now? Surely—but no, the dementor was still there, and no closer to her than before. "Ssorry," it hissed, to her great astonishment. "Not meanss to sscaress you."

            "Wha—why—how?" she asked incoherently. The dementors were still affecting her, this one all the more for its proximity, no matter its intentions.

            "Namess Deme," it introduced itself. She hadn't known that dementors had names. "Comess to getsss you out."

            "Why?" she demanded again, wondering how it was able to speak. It should not have surprised her—dementors had to be able to speak to communicate. Otherwise they would not have been able to tell of Sirius Black's escape, for example.

"Momma sendsss to Weassley twinsss and findsss themss at Hogwartss, and little Weassley ssayss to comesss getsss you. Comesss. Hurry."

Little Weasley? Oh, it must be Ron! He was alive! She knew it could not be Ginny, since Ginny was dead—killed at the same time as Harry, when she herself was taken captive, killed protecting her infant son, James Potter. This time the Dark Lord had known better than to attack the infant, so his reign of terror continued.

Everyone had been saddened by Harry's death, most of all his closest friends, Hermione and Ron, who had been with him that fateful day. Neither of them had been able to prevent it, and that pained them most of all. But they were not the only ones who grieved; the entire Wizarding world had halted in its tracks for an entire week to mourn the death of the Boy Who Lived, who lived no more. Some responded with shock and denial; surely the great Harry Potter, hero who had defeated Voldemort, could not be dead. But he was, and there was no bringing him back.

The Weasleys had mourned Harry and Ginny equally, for though Ginny was their sister, they had also adopted Harry into their family. They were hit the hardest by the chaos of the Dark Lord's reign. Their brother Percy had killed their parents mere months before that dreadful attack on the Potters. Their own family had betrayed them, and their sister and adopted brother had been murdered.

The dementor hissed impatiently, waking her from her ruminations. It was time to leave.

She followed Deme out of her cell—what else could she do? "The others. I can't leave without the others." The Stormwinds were her friends. They'd promised to help her escape if they could. She could do no less for them.

"No," Deme hissed. "You iss deadss. The othersss comesss, iss jailbreaksss. All getsss caughtss."

"But—," she protested.

"Comesss!" Deme hissed urgently. "They pretendsss ssickss. I tellsss them thisss. Then no ssusspiciouss."

She had to jog to keep up with Deme's long strides. "Why did you go to the Weasleys?" Talking helped her keep her mind off the unpleasant memories.

Deme hissed impatiently, "Momma sendsss."

Momma? That thing has a mother? She followed him in silence.

Finally they reached the edge of the island. "Getsss on shouldersss and turnsss into owl," the dementor commanded. She didn't even wonder at the fact that it knew her Animagus form; she was running on pure will power now, and didn't have enough energy to spare on idle speculation. He shouldn't have known her Animagus form; she wasn't on the records, since she was an illegal Animagus, one of the few illegal things she'd ever done.

She obeyed Deme, mostly because she didn't know what else to do. He shoulder felt gross and decayed, even through the cloak, but she told herself that she could endure anything if it gave her a chance to escape the hell-hole known as Azkaban prison. She realized why she had to be on his shoulders when she was unable to transform. He began to wade into the water, and she clung to his head—more like a skull—for dear life. They were quite a ways out before she was able to transform, and if she hadn't been on his shoulder her feathers would have been too wet for her to fly.

She flew the entire night, and arrived at Hogwarts in the morning. She barely had enough energy to change back, and she kept herself from collapsing by sheer force of will, but even her will power was waning. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the floor in a dead faint.

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