After dinner I went for a walk outside. James was going to Sirius's house to visit with him and Remus. I haven't seen Peter in a while but that's alright. That boy has always given me as uneasy feeling.
After James left I went out into our back garden. Sitting down on the bench, I looked up into the sky at the crescent moon. Glittering stars were scattered across the night sky like toys in a child's room. The cool night air surrounded me, seeping through my thin summer dress. A soft breeze ruffled the hem and made it flutter softly against my long legs. Leaves blew, one hitting a gnome who fell over.
I chuckled softly and rose to my feet. I had abandoned my sandals in the house, preferring to feel the soft, lush, green grass tickling my toes. I bent and smelled a flower then heard something in the bush. I had barely taken five steps before a chill ran through me.
I closed my eyes, pausing in my steps. A small wind picked up, whipping my dress around me. Things got colder. I could no longer feel the ground beneath my feet. My breath rattled. My dress felt different, as if something had torn the hem to shreds.
I opened my eyes again and things are different. It was as if a sheer, black cloth had been placed over my eyes. I took a step, but I couldn't. I was floating in the air. I looked down and nearly screamed.
My body was on the ground below me. I could see that I was still breathing, though. With a sort of relieved sigh, I looked around me. Something came through the air and my stomach lurched with need. I swooped over to our neighbor's house, peering into the window. Our neighbor, an elderly woman in her eighties, had just received a letter. Her granddaughter had gotten a letter for Hogwarts. I could smell the happiness. A sweet, sharp scent that hung around in the air.
I couldn't hold myself back. Before the old woman knew what was happening, I was on her, my mouth sealed against hers. She only struggled for a little while. When I pulled back, there was a dementor in her place, rising from the floor.
Minutes later, I was back in my own yard. I looked at the flower that had done this to me and brought it to my face. My eyes opened, and I sat up. I was on the ground. I was in my own body again! Looking up into the sky, I saw a shape moving. It was my neighbor. There was another, too. The flower I had smelled summoned the nearest dementor, and we switched places until I smelled it again.
I rose to my feet again, I brushed bits of grass off of the seat of my dress. I heard a crack in the house, signaling James had returned from visiting. I went back into the house, silently vowing to never tell James of what really happened to our neighbor.
For weeks later after this happened, each time James went out, I could not resist the urge to smell the flower and feed on happiness. Even while I was pregnant with Harry I could not stop.
One night I was nearly caught. James came home early and saw my body unconscious outside. I stopped, then. We moved. Less than a week later I returned to the house. I briefly snuck into the garden, placing the flower into a pot and taking it home. It has since died, though the faint smell remains. Just enough for a few more nights. It sits in the closet, waiting. Waiting for when I feel the urge. The urge to be a dementor once more.
A/N: Yes, I know it doesn't make sense. But that's what happens when I feel like writing. :P This is a one-shot, so no more chapters. pokes people strange enough to want another chapter Shoo. Shoo. Go away. Scat! thwaps with newspaper