WARNING: Welp ... this is why the story is M rated guys. Some citrus goodness over here, just a small hint though. Hope you enjoy ~_~


His sense of smell was assaulted first, a scent he couldn't place was surrounding him. It smelled like summer, warm and fresh, a subtle hint of some herbal essence accompanied the comforting blend.It wasn't familiar, he was aware and yet he wanted nothing else but to bury his nose in it, taste it.His eyes opened drowsily, he had to know who this scent belonged to. His silk bedding wasn't empty and what a surprise that was. In another life he knew he would have cursed the person to kingdom come for daring to take such liberties.His body didn't react. At least not the way he expected it to.Soft curves met his hand and he pulled her closer. Her small waist only accentuated by his large caressing hand. A displeased groan escaped her and he chuckled, he made a trail with his caresses towards his prize, and cupped her full breast, fitting his large hand just right. He almost wished for them to be covered just so he could unwrap them like a tasty present. He played with her nipples until they were little pebbles, hearing her moan and protest. He buried his hand in the soft curls and pulled gently. He wanted to taste her so badly. His mouth latched on his favourite spot, the beauty spot on the juncture between neck and shoulder, and kissed and nibbled with abandon. Soon enough her breath came faster as he focused both hands on her sensitive nipples.He'd make her beg so nicely.He'd make her beg for release, and then beg for his.

The man woke up confused, the scent haunting him, the soft flesh in his mouth still fresh. He was displeased and hard. His erection standing proud and tall, begging for attention.

Not even in his teenage years did his body act so erratically, he had been interested in the pleasures of sex.

He had tried both female and male partners, and realised succeeding in his goals had brought him much more pleasure. As painful as his horrocruxes were made, the feeling of elation and accomplishment he gained from them would last him several lifetimes.

Sex didn't even come close.

Getting up, he walked to the large bathroom in his quarters and couldn't ignore the full body mirror there. He wasn't particularly vain but he understood even at a small age that being perceived as attractive would only ease his way to glory.

Everything had a purpose and his face wasn't an exception. His only grief was his resemblance to his waste of air muggle father.

He admired his body one more time. He often did so, perhaps unable to understand the logic in recognizing himself and yet not recognizing himself. He smiled. It was perfect, he was himself but better, not even trying to recognize his father's face in him could make him find any resemblance.

He felt like his Identity was his for the first time, he didn't realise until he had a new body that the marks and scars of his old self were a savage attempt to separate himself from the ordinary, but specially from his father.

He had long torturous years to think and reflect. He had seen his faults and his mistakes, he would never repeat them. His young boy insecurities were mute at last. He was no ordinary wizard. Human face or not.

He hissed in pleasure as his hand stroked his erection, the tip of his cock dripping precum. He teased his tip as he spread the liquid over his thick member, images of soft curves and sunshine coming back to him with vengeance. Speeding up his strokes he felt his body tremble and go taught in pleasure. Fuck he couldn't remember ever being so invested in pleasing himself.

He pictured the stranger of his dream, perhaps an attractive girl he fucked in his teenage years. He pictured himself spreading her open, pushing her knees to her large and full beautiful chest watching as her pussy was left exposed. So very wet and ready. He pictured his cock inside her, filling her up again and again. Her tight walls fluttering around his thick cock.

He came with a groan, spilling his seed all over the bathroom floor.

He slipped into the bath and submerged himself in soapy waters.

His mind left it's new found comfort and took him to more urgent matters, the massacre had been a success but an infuriating one.

He had been clear, destroy every muggle filth you find and leave no trace of ours. He had sent his least promising death eaters to do what was asked.

It was a test and the little serpent had past it with flying colors. Perhaps he didn't save all the muggles but still he had done more damage by drawing the mark and giving him claim to the attack.

Of course Aurors didn't take much longer to show up after that.

But no matter.

Lucius hadn't disappointed him, and now he could go back to finding the Prophecy, perhaps it would shed some light on the little serpent, on how Harry Potter could evade him so successfully, whether by his doing or someone else's. His questions would be answered one way or another.

For now he contented himself by knowing that the little serpent's mind was at reaching distance. There was no crevice or corner in this world where he could hide, he had no need for rush.


One day later she was fine again, whatever Sirius had put in her head had worked wonders. He asked a million questions and when the answer remained the same "I saw a rat and tripped" , he desisted, though she still heard him order Kreacher to kill the rodent.

He had informed her that there would be a meeting that night so there would be some more activity around the house before and after dinner.

Her hands stilled when she saw Kreacher at the door of the large kitchen looking at her with some heavy muttered monologue she couldn't hear.

She waited for him to chuck her out of his kitchen, maybe making a scene.

He didn't.

The small creature scoffed and turned and floated some vegetables to be cut by themselves, she sent him a glare of a thousand suns, before going back to cutting the potatoes into small pieces. She really couldn't wait for her trace to be lifted.

She barely figured out how to control heavy objects enough to lift them and throw them. Making a potato cut itself in tiny pieces was in another league altogether.

"What is the mudblood cooking?"

"I'm making several things, some tapas... Their small dishes you can put them as entrés, for the Order."

Sirius went inside looking for a jar of something, and just when he was turning to the reading room or chilling room as they called it, he seemed to freeze and turn back to them.

He frowned "What's going on?"

She knew what he was talking about, but messing with him was damn funnier.

"We're cooking, what does it look like we're doing"

"My problem is not the cooking it's the we in that sentence"

"Kreacher doesn't know how to make Spanish and I miss Spanish food"

"Fat lot of good that's for ... Filthy mudblood cuisine,... My poor mistresses kitchen infested by mudblood food"

She snorted as she repeated, "mudblood cuisine..." son of a bitch was funny sometimes.

"KREACHER..." "Master... Kreacher serves the honorable house of Black..."

"Sirius... Come on... He's not even aware he's saying it, just leave him be"

"He can't talk to you like that, it's not right.."

"He's harmless, and he was raised to think and say those things, you can't just expect him to stop."

"You're taking this too lightly..."

"They're words Sirius... Just words..."

"Words can kill too"

She flinched minutely and he regretted it immediately. Sometimes he forgot she was a child.

"You mean people kill... Words are only tools"

Pulling one of the onions he started cutting it manually. That was Nina for you, if she had a point to make she would make it. He knew well she didn't like how he treated Kreacher, he knew she didn't approve of everything he did or said or believed, still there was a tender quality she showed him with small things.

It made him think about what kind of future he could have had if he would have learned how to love someone he didn't agree with. If he could have loved his brother even though he was a Slytherin. If he could have tried harder to reach him, show him that the path he was taking was destructive.

Kreacher came back soon after and witch, wizard and elf helped make all the dinner recipes needed.

The elf's muttering to his surprise didn't go on the nasty side, he kept calling her a mudblood but there was no venom in it. He saw them interact weirdly enough showing each other some recipes and cooking skill tricks.


Tonks and Lupin arrived first, they were assigned the same patrol apparently. Two wands are better than one and all that, she caught them talking in hushed tones about the possibility of a surprise attack and abruptly stopped when the stupid stair creaked.

She smiled genuinely at them.

"Oh don't mind me... I'm just eavesdropping"

They chuckled, "Sorry kiddo, it's confidential", said Tonks as she gave her an arm hug.

"Hello Nina, how have you been?"

"Good, thank you. We've been cleaning up the place. How are you?" She said as she gave him a quick hug. It was probably the only way to do it, sneaky and fast, he seemed to know how to deal with physical affection only in small amounts, even with his best friend.

She smiled wider when he didn't tense up. "Happy to be back".

They followed her to the kitchen where he was setting up some plates while Kreacher plated the food.

Lupin's left eyebrow went up on his own.

"Sirius, how are you doing?"

"Ah Remus, come in.. come in.. it's been quiet, Nina's too boring"

Her gasp of indignation made Tonks crack up, and she only laughed harder when a pillow collided with his face.

"Don't listen to him Tonks, he's too old to know what fun is. We should purchase him some grandpa games."

Their bickering went on as the two visitors watched and engaged in conversation and easy laughter.

Soon enough the house had filled up with several more members, hungry and ready to have as much of a relaxed meal as their situation could allow. Most of them she didn't recognize, she thought perhaps Dumbledore liked to debrief in two sets of meetings. Those he trusted wholeheartedly and those he'd rather just explain things vaguely.

Or maybe she was just reaching.

They ate as they talked about easy matters, some of them gossiped like old ladies. They praised her tapas and asked her questions about Spain and the muggle world. She told them how weirded out she was when she first came to London and realised people did not kiss each other as a greeting. It certainly made for some awkward situations for an eleven year old self.

Soon after the table was cleared and two sets of footsteps coming from the entrance hall hushed their visitors. She could guess who they were, getting up she gave a wave and used the door to the living room.

She thought about staying there perhaps a little attempt to collect information would do her good. She still had to know what the hell happened the night of the massacre, and she wouldn't find a better opinion than that of Albus Dumbledore.

Voldemort would have come himself if he found her somehow, still it felt like the attack was too malicious for a simple raid.Their usual random attacks were of lesser consequences. Perhaps a targeted family of four, swiftly killed.

They never went for such a large amount of people, torturing, disfiguring, maiming, killing.This attack was for another purpose, it was clear to her, how though, she had no clue.

She stayed in the living room in the hopes of some raised voices or perhaps an incident.There was none, getting bored she ended up at the stairs sitting down cocooned in a soft blanket book in hand.

She was too deeply invested on the book, when the door opened, she jumped her book falling to the floor. She went to get it, the thick blanket making her move like a clumsy duck. Her eyes landed on perfectly polished black shoes and long black robes. She felt her face heat up.

The man's hand had swiftly taken the book from the floor. She pulled the blanket up until her red cheeks were hidden.He looked at the title, the page she was on, frowned, gave her a fleeting look and then closed it abruptly making her jump again.

She could feel the heavy judgement coming from him. He passed the book to her painfully slow as she scrambled in all her red faced glory to get her hands out of the damn blanket. She took the book and as she visibly struggled to say anything, he looked like he wanted nothing more than for someone to shoot his foot for some entertainment.

She cleared her throat finally and uttered the most inconsequential question just for the sake of saying something. "How have you been professor?"

Dear Lord in heaven and Merlin's non existent pants. Why in the fuck did she ask him that?

She visibly relaxed as her saviour came in the form of Dumbledore, sweet gentle, easy going Dumbledore. Bless his beard.

"Miss Morgenstern, Sirius tells me you have been of great help. I hope you haven't being too bored without some young companions"

"No sir, I don't think Sirius can ever let anyone get bored"

"Ah yes, youth is in the mind, I tell Severus this all the time"

The girl masked a laugh with a cough as her Professor glared like death itself.

"Oh... almost forget, dear girl. Professor Snape had been informed of the situation at hand and he's delighted to help"

What a fat liar. Now she understood why Snape looked like he wanted to throw her from the astronomy tower while dancing Macarena.

This time words came to her with no problems.

"Um... Thank you sir, but you can absolutely tell me to... Find someone else if it's too inconvenient. I mean I'm sure there's just too much you'd rather be doing... It was a simple suggestion of course.."

She shut her mouth in hopes of stopping her stupid rant. As Snape lifted his left eyebrow. Well fuck.

"Of course he is delighted my dear, you have a good eye for the trustworthy no worries." God he sounded like a father making his angst riddled, broody son hang out with the ridiculously happy faced neighbor. She smiled all awkward and red faced as Snape scoffed.

They left with no more words, the black robed man didn't even utter a word. God how could someone use facial expressions to say so much without ever saying anything, fucking geniuses. She should have figured out a rune for that instead of a parseltongue rune.

She turned to take her blanket from the stairs, and flinched as she saw the title of the book Professor Snape held not even a minute ago.

The hard black cover decorated with an open pomegranate red like blood. The title in a dark scarlet Death Magick by Black Crow. She had sneaked it out of the library her third day, Sirius didn't seem to have a problem with her reading choices. She even asked him questions about terms she didn't get.

Sighing deeply she said goodnight and went upstairs. She had freaked out so much when the Order found her that night. Who would have thought coming here was exactly what she needed, sometimes she really felt like some external force was moving her around for amusement.

The book she was holding was a big part of it. The red stone too.

She didn't know what it was, but she was sure it was related to death. What she saw when she dropped was enough to make her understand.

She didn't want to think about it. It was too much to deal with at the moment.

Her life was her now, the flashbacks could go away forever for all she cared.

She had seen enough.

Still she needed to understand how something like that could affect someone's magic because it definitely affected her. In the end it was all related. Her visions, her flashbacks, her magical core.

And that just made her want to throw the stone the book and go live in some lost woods somewhere.


It was two days after that the calmness she was used to around the house would cease Indefinitely. Sirius and Lupin had informed her at breakfast that the Weasley family was coming to stay since they were getting a bit nervous due to the last muggle attack, and the constant scrutiny.

They spent the day preparing the rooms to share, taking out cabinets that took too much space, cleaning beds and moving them from room to room.

A little before lunch they had three rooms ready for the family.

Nina would share a room with Ginny. George, Fred and Ron would share another, and the third was for Mrs Weasley.

It was after lunch when they arrived, she was snuggled all warm and fuzzy from the food. Happy that Mr Potato was with her again. The little guy looked like he missed her too since he made home on her shoulder and snuggled his beak on her cheek from time to time with his stern moustache face.

The smart ball of softness knew he should always go back to Hogwarts if her mom didn't allow him in. Which she did often unfortunately, she couldn't understand what part of him was scary, he was fucking adorable.

Before leaving Spain so abruptly, she had left him food and water for a few days on the roof where her mother wouldn't bother him. After that he knew to go back to Hogwarts as soon as possible, there he would be fed, kept warm and safe. It wasn't until yesterday apparently that the little guy grew impatient and went with his stern adorable face straight to the headmaster's office and perched himself on his Phoenix's spot until he was given treats, attention and told he would be reunited with her soon. The little jerk. She laughed so hard when she was told he had harassed a Phoenix, by a perplexed Lupin.

They came with too much noise, the Weasley's. At first it was quiet, only steps, mutterings and a few bumps were heard, then Ron's whiny voice came through and the almighty screech of Sirius's mother sounded throughout the house.

She went flying off her cozy spot to get the thing closed before the other paintings woke up and got on the fun ride.

She came out through the kitchen with swift steps, evading redheads with a bunch of excusemes that went unheard and when they didn't move she waved her hand to the wailing thing and closed it. Thank God her arms were covered. They must already know about the massacre and they'd probably learn about her runes, she still had no wish for scenes.

Sirius's voice came from upstairs "Nina what's going on down there"

She waved at them with a hi, and went closer to the stairs.

"The Weasley's are here, come down, I'll finish that later."

She turned to the stunned to silence huddled together family.

"Good evening, I'm Nina Morgenstern. How are you doing"

She put her hand out to the adult of the group and the most likely to be a polite and collected person.

The woman greeted her and apologized for the mess. As she forced her kids to introduce themselves properly.

"Mom we go to school together, we know Nina."

"Oh you go to Hogwarts dear? I thought you were Spanish"

"I am... My grandmother left instructions in case someone else in the family had any magic."

"I thought you were muggleborn" Said Ron

Sirius came in just in time greeting everyone and moving alone in the painfully awkward exchange.

They ended up helping everyone getting their things settled in their rooms and when that was done, tea was suggested. Nina took her nutmeg and cinnamon coffee. She'd never get the tea uproar, she loved the occasional infusion or herbal blends but she'd never dare put milk on them. Just no.

Time flew fast, the twins kept her occupied after meeting Mr Potato while the other two siblings engaged in conversation with Sirius. Soon enough, Mr Weasley came to join his family for dinner. The grown ups talked about the Ministry and the several nonsense it was pulling. She wanted to hear everything so badly, but the twins seemed to raise their voices everytime her eyes focused on their father. It was at the end when she turned towards the older Weasley.

"Mr. Weasley, we were looking through the Prophet the other day but we didn't find any statement from the Minister about the Massacre."

It looked like the word was taboo or something because the silence that followed wasn't normal.

"Oh my dear,.." Their mother looked at the verge of tears, looking at her with such pity in her eyes.

Mr Weasley answered, "His undersecretary did, I believe word is he didn't want to give attention to rowdy fugitives"

"..rowdy fugitives... Wow" she repeated with stunned disbelief. Sirius's sigh was audible at this point. "And this undersecretary... Is it someone known, sir?"

"In the Wizengamot circle yes, outside of it not much. She was appointed a few weeks after the end of the tournament. Dolores Umbridge is her name"

Sirius's voice was the one that asked what she was about to this time. "There was no mention of her in the Prophet either, or her statement."

The older Weasley shrugged

It pissed her off to no end. Maybe she was holding off the guilt for awhile until she had proof that it was indeed her fucking fault. That didn't mean she'd expect the fucking Ministry's administration to be chill about it. A fucking Massacre, how the hell did he explain this shit storm to the muggle Prime Minister she wondered. What a useless piece of shit.

Her breath was coming out faster and it seemed Sirius noticed. She excused herself.

God she wanted to punch something.

Going into her room followed by her trusty owl. She walked from wall to wall inside the room until she calmed down. Muttering to herself in a blend of english and spanish all the way. The images of Lourdes and her friends, some dead, others terrified and bloody wouldn't leave her, and hearing about their piece of shit Minister of Magic act like the ordeal was akin to a mere misconduct of one of his citizens, drove her up the wall.

She tried to breathe with an orderly rythme, eyes closed.

She heard some steps going to the other rooms.

She missed what was the large one huge mattress bedroom. They had shrinked another two beds to get them inside and enlarged the room so that three people could fit inside.

She'd miss the privacy.


Her mother was the one to tell them all. She sat them down, nervous and worried, wringing her hand almost at the verge of tears. She'd never admit it to anyone but she was glad it was some muggles dead and not her father or someone she knew. Her mother looked so devastated and scared, she had heard her admitting how it felt like his rise the last time. The attacks the disappearances.

She told them the attack this time was bad enough to be called a Massacre, that one of the survivors was a Hogwarts student girl, a muggleborn. That such information was not to be shared with anyone, since the girl's last wish would be a target on her back from both death eaters and Ministry.

They spoke about it on the way there trying to count how many muggleborns there were, apart from Hermione.

They didn't get all of them and in the end they desisted.To her surprise, the girl that came from the inside of the creepy gloomy house wasn't a muggleborn, but Nina Morgenstern, a Halfblood Hufflepuff.

The short girl came bouncing moving around them amidst the wailing of the creepy portrait. And with a glowing hand she barely spotted, closed the curtains, effectively stopping the noise.

Introductions were stunted with awkwardness and the gloomy presence of the house until Sirius showed up.

They helped them get settled, her brothers, the idiots, trying to get Nina to do her glowy hand trick without asking, and everytime Lupin came to the rescue wand in hand.

Maybe the Order trusted her but she had reasons not to, and she'd stick with them. She sighed, this was bound to be an uncomfortable stay, she had no wish to share a room with her. So she waited until she didn't hear any sounds coming from the room they shared and then went in.

The girl was on the bed further from her and near the window. Her covers were off from her moving and her shorts too short for her liking.

She went to change and then slipped into bed. She hoped Hermione would get here already so at least she'd have her friend near.

When morning came, it came with her wish stepping in silence and aw looking at the gloomy house. Hermione was dropped off by Professor Lupin who had to leave again in a hurry to do some early Order business.

She took the girl to the kitchen and they sat for some breakfast.

"So when did you get here?" Asked Hermione

"Yesterday evening and you won't believe who's here too."

"Who? Harry?"

"What? No... Nina Morgenstern"

"The spanish Hufflepuff?"

"Yes the weird spanish Hufflepuff"

"Oh come on, she is not that weird... She was pretty friendly to me at the ball last year, we talked for a bit."

"You can't be serious Hermione... I told you what she did" she whispered frantically to the older girl.

"Okay, I know what you told me, and I believe that you believe it to be true... But just hear me out... You barely remember any of your second year. How do you remember her stunning you and stealing the book."

"Because I stole it back from her, I'm not lying or making this up."

"Alright, I believe you... so you say you remember everything you did when you stole it back"

"No... I mean... I had the book afterwards... and I remembered her face, I know she was there."

"Ginny, it's been two years, don't you think whatever happened is long gone. I'm not trying to be insensitive here but... the diary is destroyed, the basilisk is dead. I honestly don't see the point"

"Okay...I don't trust her, how is that for a point."

"What is she doing here anyways?" Asked Hermione

"Did you hear about that muggle club."

"The terrorist attack?"

"Yeah, more like death eater attack and Nina was there, they brought her here right after."

"Oh my God that's terrible, is she okay, was she hurt?"

"That's the thing she was perfectly okay, I heard Moody say she attacked four death eaters, and broke Lupin's nose."

"Really, are you sure?"

"It's what I heard"

"And you think that's suspicious?"

"How is that not suspicious, when she could barely do magic in second year. She's a master at dueling all of a sudden?"

"We don't exactly know her, Ginny, besides Professor Dumbledore brought her here. He wouldn't have done so if she wasn't trustworthy."

The rest of their conversation went to safer subjects and soon Hermione had met all the occupants of the house. Nina greeted her with two kisses like they did often, her mother's spanish friend had made it normal at this point. And the two girls had coincided several times while shopping or at the library.

She was met by the scene of the Weasley twins mock kissing each other with dramatic gestures and bad attempts at spanish accents. Nina just laughed. Hermione didn't even want to look at Ginny's reaction.

Lunch came and went with some order members visiting for a few hours. Hermione met Tonks and the four girls had a few laughs.

The evening was spent with each of them doing something or other. The twins had made it a point to prank everything moving but Nina, under strict instructions from their mother. They ignored them and spent the evening trying to drop a bucket of gold glitter paint on her, calling it a glow up. Hours later they were seen plotting, each of them sporting random patches of gold glitter, Nina and Sirius laughed high fiving each other every time they passed them.


At dinner the calmness they enjoyed left the window Mrs Weasley raised a fuss at the present Order member, AKA Moody, discussing things in front of the children. When silence took place, Nina asked the question that has been bothering her for some days now.

"So when will Harry be brought here?"

The heavy silence get heavier still.

"You plan on doing it, Right? Sirius?"

"He's safe at home, at this moment" answered Moody

"Safe...and he told you he felt safe in a house full of clueless muggles, surrounded by muggle neighbours, with the trace still on him?"

"What do you go off talking about him, you don't even know him" said Ginny.

"Excuse me, I didn't know I needed to know someone to make sense of this."

"Nina.. there are protections on the house, powerful protections." Said Sirius

"And professor Dumbledore said to not talk to him because our owls are being intercepted" said Ron

Her breath speeded up. She just couldn't believe it... The utter stupidity... She couldn't fucking believe it.

She tried as hard as possible to keep her voice from trembling.

"So ... No one thought of using a phone to tell him what has been going on. I mean you do know the Ministry and Death eaters don't exactly operate phones right?"

Silence met her words

"Right, ... So he doesn't know about the attacks... Does he even know about the Mass Breakout, the smearing campaign?... No, nothing?"

She rubbed at her face trying to get the headache forming away. She chuckled humorlessly, this time she couldn't keep out the trembling in her voice.

"What ...does it take? ... Another massacre?... Do you honestly think if death eaters attacked his muggle neighbours, he wouldn't go out of the house to help?"

She was barely holding on the air that came inside her lungs, she felt lightheaded. She abruptly got up and went to the living room, she was panting, her headache growing worse by the second. It felt like a panic attack

She stood near a window and tried to get her breathing pattern in order.

Sirius's worried face appeared in front of her, she didn't even hear him follow or feel him turn her around.

He touched her face "Nina what's going on? talk to me"

"I'm cold... I'm... It's cold" she whispered rubbing at her throat in a desperate attempt at heating her vocal chords.

The feeling intensified abruptly and she couldn't speak any longer. She dropped to her knees panting her runes activated as they tried to get her body in order, but it did nothing. Her silent tears came with painful whimpers as she twisted in the older man's hold.

"REMUS, CALL POPPY, NOW"

Sirius's scream enveloped the house as the other kitchen occupants came to see what was happening. They stood shocked and scared at the scene. Only Molly came closer.

He was frantic, the girl was going colder by the second her limbs already tired out and limp her lungs still struggling.

"Molly, I don't know what to do ... I don't know what to do."

As Lupin came back down accompanied by Moody. The girl's lungs stopped their struggle and breathed with ease for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

Sirius chuckleded in relief as the girl in his arms breathed with ease, he pulled her closer to his body heat and kept her there. She was still trembling like a leaf.

He whispered to her, that she was safe, that Poppy was on her way. And he didn't let go even when Poppy and Dumbledore showed up.

He heard the old man ask Lupin what happened and as he was informed of everything, he looked at the girl, fading in exhaustion in his arms, blue lips, pale skin, trembling limbs.

The old man stormed out of the house like the devil was on his heels.

It would be exactly thirty minutes later, when Nina was finally warm enough to rest and out of any danger, that news came from Dumbledore.

Harry had been attacked by dementors.