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The air went cold before it swept into the room. For a moment, after it did, the young child cried, but then fell quiet as the black robe creature latched onto its ever-paling face.
Cold… Fear… Darkness…
Mummy! I need you, Mummy!
Cold… Anger… Loneliness…
Silence.
Another Dementor then arrived and let out a low fractured croon. I am here. The air grew again colder, colder and drier. I am here. The first abandoned the child and let out a replying screech. We are here.
Embrace the fear.
Cold… Cold and fear…
Emptiness.
The two moved to each other; their black cloth fluttered and brushed against each other, though there was no breeze. The first cawed in recognition, and their two deformed hands touched, and each lowered their hoods, and then their robes from their hunched figures. The other then reached up a clawed finger and touched the papery skin of the original's face, gently, a caress, exploring the lines and creases that made up the features; then raked down the cheek leaving a blistering line of oozing black.
Bitter cold…
Hide behind the frosted glass.
Watch. Wait.
Accept the pain…
It screamed, out of pain, out of exultation. We are here. It advanced on the other, manoeuvring it to the wall, then pushed, thrust – together. The rhythm began to build; one latched to the advancer's distorted neck, while the second writhed, arched its back, twisting, contorting. Screaming.
Anger… Lust…
Cold…
So very cold.