A.N. — Today marks three out of four days where the focus is on a non-human, or mixed-race, character (one could argue yesterday's subject wasn't human, too). In this case, the species itself is on the site's character list. For this drabble in particular, though, I'm going with the first one we get introduced to in book 3.
292. Dementor (name unknown)
The teeming mass of life on the train steaming northward was too tempting a target to bypass. It didn't matter that the energy the horde of youngsters exuded was mostly positive; the dementor still felt compelled to board.
Drawn to one compartment, the cloaked being drew the door open. Inside, a five-star feast awaited. Sat across from the dementor was a boy whose underlying sorrow was of a rare vintage: still maturing, but its multifaceted depths spoke of a life of misery unparalleled in one his age. Oh, how the dementor savored its rare opportunities to mix business with pleasure.