Hi. Here is chapter fifteen. A few more chapters and this story is going to be finished.

Hope you guys like the whole story so far.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

THE DEMENTORS' REALM

What all three of them saw would remain in their minds forever. As the three of them stepped on the long, dark, uneven ground of the Dementors' Realm, their skin shivered as the cold swept upon their body. It was a familiar but more sinister coldness, as if a million Dementors were surrounding them. The presence of the very living quarters of these grotesque beings revived their worst fears in their head, immediately sending them waves of sorrow as they progressed.

The place was unexplainable. The walls were jagged with shining material. It was similar to marble but it has a sheen that literally moves and ripples, much like the veil back at the Department of Mysteries. There was no light, only darkness with only the lustrous walls to put patches of light in the place. As they looked up, the ceiling was cave like, with protrusions of rocks and stone jagging menacingly. Figures waved through the walls, faces, shouting at them in high, shrill voices. Dementors were everywhere. Their presence made them feel colder than ice. The hooded figures almost didn't notice them although the continuous sweeping of sorrow was felt everywhere.

They stopped suddenly and faced each other.

"We have to split up" said Harry. "That way, we can locate Sirius faster."

"Umm" replied Ron shakily. "Are you sure that's the best thing to do?"

"Ron, just do it" said Harry impatiently.

"Harry" said Hermione steadily. "We are going out of here. We will find another way, even if we don't have wands. I know it."

"Yeah" said Harry silently.

They then started to walk different paths. Harry pressed on forward, alone, and walked slowly. Dementors were floating to and fro as Harry shivered.

Suddenly, it happened. A man appeared out of nowhere with a hood. His face was not visible but a familiar hate rose inside Harry. He didn't understand this. The strange man had a wand in his right hand. He walked confidently through the uneven floor as if no one was there with him. He then stopped. Suddenly, another man appeared. This man was familiar, too, though Harry couldn't quite know who this man was since the man was facing the other way. The hooded man started to lift his wand and point it at the other man.

Screaming, the man ran from the hooded stranger. "GO! GET HARRY! GET AWAY!"

Suddenly, a green light emitted from the hooded man's wand, killing the other screaming one instantly. The hooded stranger then walked again, confidently and with a sinister stride in his steps. A woman appeared, carrying a baby in her arms. The woman then started to panic.

"No! Not Harry!" yelled the woman.

The hooded figure raised his wand yet again.

"TAKE ME! TAKE ME INSTEAD." The woman frantically went to the baby's crib and placed the infant in it. As she did, a blast of green light hit her, killing her instantly as if she was hit by a bus from behind.

The man then disappeared. Harry didn't know what happened. He knew what he saw was his parents' murder but why did he see it? He then continued to search for his godfather. Strange sounds kept ringing in his ears. Screams and shrill cries resonated in the walls. The souls that were trapped here, their faces, were fluttering by the walls and ceiling like mist.

Then, he saw it. A black dog stood at the end of the walkway. He, feeling some hope, made a run for it. He ran and ran like he never did before. Fast as the wind, his feet stepped swiftly under his weight.

Just before he reached the black dog, a crowd of Dementors surrounded him, floating in the air with their hooded heads and veiled bodies. The smell of rotting flesh assaulted Harry's nostrils. He couldn't count how many Dementors were there. He could feel all his happiness in seeing this black, shaggy dog slipping away. Flashes of green blazed the air around him. Screams echoed in his ear, louder this time. Two bodies were on the floor, sprawled grotesquely. The bodies were dead. Harry recognized them as his parents.

On the sight of this, tears started to well up in his eyes. He has never seen his parents like this before. When he remembered their death, he pictured only their murder, not the corpses. He was not ready to see his parents like this. He looked away from the corpses as the Dementors circled him closer. All hope was lost to Harry. This mission of his won't be a success.

One of the Dementors went closer to him and lifted its bony, gnarly hand. It held Harry's chin securely. It then used its other hand to lift the veil of its head and reveal its face. Harry immediately threw up at the sight he saw. The head of the Dementor was not a head at all. It was rotting and bumpy. The head had a shine that was disgusting. Some fluids seem to be dripping from it. The Dementor had no eye. It had no nose. It had a mouth, if it looked like a mouth. It was just a hole in its head, a gaping hole of darkness.

The Dementor then lowered its head and placed it near Harry's. It positioned its mouth near Harry's mouth. Suddenly, he felt ice cold, like he was having hypothermia. He felt as if he was aging. His vision was becoming hazy then darker. His skin was becoming a bluish black color. His soul was being sucked out.

Suddenly, the black dog leaped from behind and hit the Dementor that held Harry.

END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN