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"He knows that Voldemort has returned," Garuse growled, clutching a letter in his hand. "He only went to that trial to bring the boy even more under his manipulations. Yet he dares to request me to help guard his precious school from Voldemort and Death Eaters." He snorted dignifiedly. "Can you believe this?!"
"Not nearly as unbelievable as you make it seem," the Dementor in the room with his replied. "He may have outstretched this offer to you in order to get into your good graces and have you as an ally. I think you should accept."
"What?!" Garuse snapped. "Explain your suggestion, Yophik!"
"It would give you a chance to get closer to the boy," Yophik defended himself, raising his bony hands into the air. "Help him see the strings the old human uses on him as though he were a puppet. Then gain his trust on your own terms and you have the one you are searching for." He glided over to the man, circling around him once before stopping in front of him. "You have been what you are for decades," he pointed out. "You have searched for your One for as long as you could remember. Even now, your soul still cries out to him. Gain his trust, gain his soul. Let him see the difference between friend and foe then allow him to see you as his closest companion in a world full of others he cannot trust."
Garuse stared at the Dementor before turning around and going over to his opened window. He looked up at the cloudy night sky, barely able to see even a glimpse of moonlight.
"He is the light to your inner darkness," Yophik stated. "If you do not go to him, if you do not accept this offer, you may as well lose him forever."
Silver-red eyes closed as a sigh escaped pale pink lips. "I believe I am already on his list of those who are here to help him because of that trial," he said in a low voice. "But I will need to do more in order to get him. He is meant only for me and I will not allow that manipulative fool give him to another!"
"Then you will go?" the Dementor asked, moving to the side as Garuse headed to his desk.
"Yes," he replied. "Yophik, you shall remain in charge while I am away, but any orders I give you, you pass onto the others. Just keep the peace and report to me should anything happen."
"Of course, my lord," Yophik said with a slight nod.
At Hogwarts
Hermione dropped onto the couch with a huff and her arms crossed over her shoulders. Harry looked up at her in curiosity. Ever since he told Ron and Hermione about the trial, she was persistent to find out as much as she could about the Lord of Dementors. Judging from her current attitude, he guessed she's found nothing so far. He couldn't help but smirk inwardly. Hermione was always claiming she knew everything and if there was something she didn't know, she would find out through the library since it had every piece of knowledge known to mankind. Either there was nothing about the Lord of Dementors in the multitude of tomes that was called the library or she just hadn't found the right one yet.
School had started a week ago, and ever since Harry told Hermione and Ron what had happened, she had been going to the library any free chance she got. Ron could care less about the Lord and just goofed off, like he usually did. Most of the things he did was pretty pointless and stupid. Sometimes, Harry wondered why he was friends with the red-headed boy and the bookworm.
"No luck?" Ron asked her, even though the answer was obvious.
"None!" Hermione exclaimed. "I think there may be information of him in the Restricted Section, but I need a teacher's signature to get in there!"
"Too bad there's no Lockhart for you to trick into getting his signature still here," Ron cheekily stated.
"Just that toad woman," Harry grumbled. DADA used to be his favorite class for the past couple of years, ever since Remus taught actually. Though now, with the Ministry Official Dolores Umbridge 'teaching' this year, it was boring. They never used their wands and only read chapters. There was no practical work, only theories of how spells work and what effect they had. It was something that first year students were expected to do. To him, it seemed like the Ministry didn't want them learning anything.
"I can't ask any of the other teachers because they'll ask what I'm looking for, and I can't lie to an authority figure!" Hermione whined. "They'll just tell me that I don't need to worry about it or make fun of me for wanting to find something out."
"You're talking about Snape, right?" Ron asked, earning a 'no, duh' glare from Hermione.
Harry sighed in slight annoyance. "Come on," he said, getting to his feet. "It's almost dinner time." Ron jumped to his feet quicker than one could say 'food' and was already waiting for them by the portrait. Hermione just rose from her seat on the couch and calmly walked with Harry to the Great Hall with the eager and always hungry Ron trying to make them hurry up.
Dinner was the normal affair of Ron attempting to speak through his stuffed mouth while spitting food all over the table and his clothes. Hermione was lecturing him about proper table manners, but he only ignored her. Harry just ignored them both and talked with his other dorm mates.
Everyone seemed engrossed in their own conversations that they barely noticed the sudden cold that swept through the room. One student looked around before screaming out at the sight of a Dementor near the ceiling, hard to see because of the charmed ceiling showing the outside night sky. Other students looked around, seeing that there were Dementors in the corner of the Hall, almost everywhere. The doors opened with a bang before a single figure walked towards the staff table.
Harry swallowed. "That's the guy I told you about!" he whispered to his friends.
"Screaming will only help a Dementor in attacking you, so silence yourselves!" Garuse snapped at the student body, not even stopping his stride towards the staff table. The screams died down into sudden silence by the man's outburst. He stopped in front of the staff table, staring straight into Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes.
"I have accepted you suggestion to guard this school against the Dark Lord," he said. "My Dementors will, however, remain in the castle, free to act any way I order them to. No one uses their silver creatures against them and they will remain to themselves. And in order to keep the peace amongst my Dementors, I must have full access to all rooms without use of passwords in the case of one of my Dementors fighting another or attempting to harm a student. I assume I will receive my own room?"
"Yes, of course," Dumbledore agreed with a nod. "Those conditions may be met. And thank you."
"I do not accept because of you," Garuse growled at him. "I accepted because children should not be a part of a war, yet you seem to be trying to make some of them fight in this war. Be warned now, should you try anything my Dementors and I do not like, we will come after you and I won't stop them from taking your soul." He spun around on his heel and walked out of the Great Hall, leaving silence behind.
The feast finished off with low murmurs about the stranger, going from theory to ridiculous theory as to why he was there and what Dumbledore was thinking about letting Dementors onto Hogwarts grounds once again. Once everyone was finished, Dumbledore rose, deciding to tell the students what he could before they got out of hand concerning the man and his Dementors.
"Now I am sure you all are curious as to the man who had entered our hall in the middle of our feast," he said. "He's name is Garuse, but his title is Lord of the Dementors. I feel as though this is an unnecessary warning, but I must give it anyway. He is just as dangerous as a Dementor. Do not provoke or attack him. He and his Dementors are here to guard our school. Before you ask from what, I believe I said so last year before everyone went home. Voldemort, no matter what the Ministry says, has returned. He will, no doubt, attempt attack on the school. If not him, than his death Eaters would. Garuse is here to protect the school and you students from any threats that would enter our grounds.
"I bid you all good night and remember, do not provoke any of the Dementors or Garuse. At best, ignore the fact that they are there."
The student retired to their dorms, but Hermione kept both Harry and Ron in the common room and waited for the other students to leave. "I just found this in my trip to the library after dinner," she quickly explained, pulling out a thick tome. "I did a quick skim over it and found some information about the Lord of Dementors."
'She got it pretty fast,' Harry mentally commented. 'And didn't she just complain at dinner that she couldn't find a thing and that whatever information there was about Garuse would probably be in the Restricted Section?'
"Well," Ron impatiently said. "What's it say?"
"I'm getting there, Ronald," Hermione huffed at him before opening the book and flipping through the pages. About half way there, she spoke again. "Found it! According to this, the Lord of Dementors is also known as the Lord of Souls, Master of Anguish, and Killer of Hope.
"Sounds cheerful, don't he?" Ron sarcastically commented.
Hermione rolled her eyes before continuing. "It says that there can be more than one born every generation, but only the Dementors can find them when their souls cry out to them."
"How can a soul cry out to a Dementor?" Harry asked with a curious tone.
"Think about it, Harry," Hermione replied. "Dementors feed off happy memories so that a person relives their bad memories repeatedly. If someone that has no happy thoughts or memories, only ones of grief and sorrow, it's either rejected by the Dementor because it won't affect them, or the Dementor takes that person in as its 'Childe'. It's rare, but it does happen. It says here that the Lord of Dementors is created when a Dementor finds the grieving soul and shares it powers and abilities with that soul, making them part Dementor.
"My guess is that either this Garuse fellow is the son of the former Lord of Dementors, or he was taken in by one when he was a child. Like Professor Dumbledore said, he's highly dangerous."
"How come when we learned about Dementors, we never heard of this Lord of theirs?" Ron asked in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Because he doesn't make himself widely known," the teenage witch stated. "Those that know he exists for a fact never really have happy memories of him. The person who wrote this passage actually encountered him before and found out all this information from that Lord. There's generally a new one every generation if they found their Chosen."
"Chosen?" the boy repeated.
"Their soulmate, so to speak," Hermione said, flipping the page in the tome. "If they don't find their Chosen, they remain as the Lord for as long as possible, until they either die or are replaced by a younger Lord. According to this, the Lord of Dementors has the darkest soul anyone could ever see, if they ever wished to."
"What if they found their Chosen?" Harry asked, placing his cheek into his palm.
"They both stay alive for centuries until there is a newer Lord of Dementors that can overthrow the current Lord," Hermione replied, her eyes scanning over the page. "Or they would produce an heir to take over once the father dies. The Chosen could be either male or female. Either or, as long as the other is the Chosen of the Lord, the gender won't matter because the Lord of Dementors can quite easily impregnate his Chosen.
"But the Chosen are generally those with souls as dark as the Lord's that the Dementors sought out for him."
"Who would want to be the soulmate of someone that dark?" Ron scoffed. "I'm going to bed. Coming, Harry?"
"Yeah," Harry replied. "Night, Hermione." Hermione sighed in slight annoyance, but said her good night to the boys before going up to the girls' dormitory. "Hey, Ron," he called, earning a grunt in response as the red-head climbed into bed. "He didn't seem to like Dumbledore, but he accepted guarding the castle. Do you think he's here because his Chosen might be here as well?"
"Who cares?" Ron grumbled. "Go to bed, Harry."
Knowing it was currently pointless to speak with Ron when he was focusing on going to his bed and sleeping, Harry let out a low sigh and slid under his covers after changing into his pajamas. His eyes slowly slid close, engulfing him in the darkness that he secretly took comfort in.
Not many knew it, but Harry loved being in the dark. It was like a safe haven for him. Ever since he was a child, the Dursleys often thought he was scared of the dark because of his cupboard, one of the reasons why they always threw him in there. But they were idiots. His cupboard was his safety. Vernon and Dudley had hard times getting in there and Petunia wouldn't dare because of all the cobwebs and spiders scurrying about.
To Harry, it meant his safety. The darkness shielded all the evils of the world from him and kept him from his relatives. The dark gave him comfort and seemed to take the pain away from him. That was all he wanted, no more pain. And the shadows in the small cupboard took it away and embraced him as gently as anything ever could.
The spiders were his little guards, he often liked to pretend when he was a child. Especially when Dudley tried to bother him and a spider bit his leg. It wasn't a poisonous spider, but the Dursleys threw a fit, claiming he made the spider bit their 'Duddy-kins'. He just wanted Dudley to leave him alone. The spider acted by itself, though it was funny when many bit at Vernon when he tried to drag him out to beat him after that one harmless bite to his son. Yes, the spiders were his little guards. He didn't see how Ron could hate them.
He let out a small shiver before opening his eyes and gasping. A Dementor was hovering right over him. "Shush, user of the silver stag," the feminine voice Harry recognized from the trial spoke.
"Na-Nathara, right?" Harry asked.
"Yes," the Dementor replied. "I'm surprised you remember. Lord Garuse has granted me speech so I may speak with you. He knows the twinkling human keeps his eyes on him, but he cannot watch us Dementors. He asked for me to take you to him. My Lord has much to speak with you about. It would be wise for you to come with me. After all, what my Lord wishes to tell you will change the way you think about those around you forever."
Harry was silent for a while as Nathara backed away, giving Harry room to sit up and look at the Dementor. She looked like any other, but for some reason, he felt something from her. Protectiveness? For whom and from what? Not to mention that chill that he felt when he woke from his extremely light sleep (he learned long ago he wasn't supposed to sleep deeply) had disappeared.
"Alright," he said, throwing the covers off himself before pressing his bare feet to the cold stone floor. "Just let me get a couple things." Nathara watched him as he slid on a pair of socks since shoes would give him away with their noise and a cloak that made his invisible once he put it on, though she sensed he was still there. "Okay," his voice spoke to her.
"Follow," she said before gliding away, Harry right behind her.
I think this is longer than the last chapter. I'm not sure. I'm not very good when it comes to writing very long chapters. Anyway, hope you liked this chapter and review! They make me feel loved!