AN: Hey guys, welcome to Harry Potter and the Thirteen Guardians. Now, one very important note about this story before we get started. This story is not going to bash characters, instead it is going to bash their actions especially the actions of Dumbledore, Snape, and Molly. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Dementors and New Friends
Harry Potter was not having a great summer. His friendly rival, Cedric Diggory was dead. The news from both the Wizard and Muggle World wasn't helpful. He has no contact from anyone, his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, his godfather Sirius Black, and his mentor Albus Dumbledore. Now he was walking down a dark street with his cousin, Dudley, who just mocked him over crying over Cedric. Harry spun around and aimed his wand at Dudley.
"Say that again, I dare you."
"Don't you dare aim that-that thing at me, you freak-aah!" Dudley's comment was cut off when he and Harry felt a chill doing down their spines as the air started to get colder. Two dementors, cloaked in darkness, charged at the two boys. Harry aimed his wand at the cloaked creatures and painted an image of him and Sirius spending time together in his mind.
"Expecto Patronum!"
A glowing image of a pure white stag charged the dementors knocking them back empowered by the happy memory. Harry breathed deeply as the dementors approached him more carefully, Dudley crowing behind him. A harsh and spine chilling yell...no, a scream…no, a call, sounded behind the dementors. Harry saw the dementors look at each other and back away as another dementor appeared. Unlike other dementors, this one has a red robe instead of a black one, with red drops escaping from its hood. The smell of blood appeared as the strange dementor's approached with the other dementors fleeing the scene. It is clear that they were scared of this new dementor.
Harry swallowed nervously and yelled, "Expecto Patronum!" as the stag appeared again. However, the new dementor merely looked at the charging stag and reached out and grabbed the horns of the glowing stag. With horror, Harry watched as the dementor focused a strange dark energy from its hands and destroyed the stag creating a blast of light that knocked the Boy-Who-Lived on his back. Dudley gave a girly scream and attempted to run, but the other two dementors reappeared and started to bend over him, to give him a kiss of death with Dudley wiggling against the wall of the alley where they were ambushed.
Another yell was heard...no, not a yell, an incantation. Two patronuses, a wolf and lion appeared and charged the dementors. The two black cloaked dementors fled again while the red one was torn apart. Harry struggled to his feet as two figures, a male and female approached him. The male extended his hand to Harry. Harry grabbed the hand and as the man pulled him up, Harry was able to get a good look at him. The man had black hair and eyes, and scars all over his face. He was wearing a black T-Shirt, blue jeans, black combat boots, and a black and red hooded-jacket. He held an ebony wand with red markings covering the black wood. The woman had black hair as well, straight, and long, startlingly bright violet eyes that were clear even in the darkness of the street, and strange markings around said eyes that also seemed to extend down her nose. She was wearing a red kimono-esque type shirt tucked into black skinny jeans and some kind of combat boots. Both were wearing a ring on their fingers which featured a globe.
"Thanks," Harry muttered, eyeing him carefully.
"No problem kid," came the strong and calm reply.
Harry looked at him, "What was that thing?"
The woman responded instead, "It was an Alpha-Class dementor, also known as a Dementor Lord. I know you have questions, but right now we need to get your cousin off the streets."
Harry nodded and everything went black as the male caught him as he fell.
Harry groaned as he woke up in a soft and comfy bed. He turned and grabbed his glasses. As he slid his glasses on, he looked around. He was in a room with white walls and dark-colored wooden floors. Dudley was lying, sleeping in a bed right next to him and the man and woman are sitting in chairs next to their beds.
"Hello, um…" Harry said, unsure of their real names.
"My name is Scar Vulpus and this is my partner..."
"Wolf," the woman said curtly.
Harry nodded. He noticed that both saw his famous scar but made no mention of his name.
"So, thanks again for helping with those dementors, but we need to get back to my uncle and aunt." The two exchanged a look.
"I am sorry, Harry, but your uncle and aunt have been murdered," Scar explained.
Harry's eyes widened. "Who killed them, was it robbers or Voldemort?" he asked, trying to wrap his head around the news. Even though he hated his uncle and aunt, the news that they were dead shocked him.
"No," Wolf responded, shaking her head. She didn't look scared, hearing the Dark Lord's name and neither did Scar. In fact, both looked calm and collected.
"Something worse. Something much more evil than the so-called 'Dark Lord'."