My
experience with a dementor
Author: TraScully
Rating: K
Summary:
So... how would our favorite Harry Potter characters react to the
dementors? Or, how did they react to them?
Note: I took crazy mad personal liberties when describing the inside of Azkaban and visiting rights and the wards, etc. I have no idea what Azkaban is like, because we're never really taken there. So I tried to make it plausible... it made sense to me that they'd want some wizards there at all times, not just the dementors. It just seemed like something could go wrong and it's not like dementors are going to jump up and help... so yeah. If you have any better ideas for the prison, review and tell me because I'm trying to make it believable. Thanks!
Chapter
7: Hermione Granger
It was the start of my third year at
Hogwarts. I was on the train in a compartment with Harry, Ron, and
Professor Lupin when all the power went out. Ron said something
ingenius like "I think something just came on board!" when
the dementor opened our cabin door and I felt the worst feeling I
have ever experienced. It was horrible! I gasped for air, but it felt
like my lungs didn't work anymore. Plus it was freezing cold and my
mouth was gaping open at the looming creature. I tried to look away
but it was holding me there.
All at once all those memories came back to mewhen Draco Malfoy had called me a 'mudblood,' in the bookstore when his father looked down upon me and my parents, all the time in class when I heard whispers from the Slytherins frowning upon me for my family. It was too much.
It all crashed down upon me, and then I relived all the late nights in my bed reading until dawn, the hours in the library on weekends, the endless essays and practicing spells and memorizing and studying and devoting my time to books and history and numbers. I had thought it would fix things, that somehow if I excelled in my classes, that my social life would just improve at the snap of my fingers. Needless to say, I was wrong.
I remembered all the times I had hurried, crying, to Professor McGonagall's office or classroom when the pressure had been too much. At first I felt guilty about taking up her time, but she always assured me that it really was alright. She made me feel better and inspired me to keep going. After all, her own father was a muggle and her mother hadn't been a very talented witch. She had endured everything I was going through, and had come out to be the most powerful witch of her time, and my heroine.
Suddenly Professor Lupin awoke and, with a beautiful owl-like patronus, warded off the dementor. I breathed a sigh of relief. But then Harry fainted.
