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A/N: First chapter, I hoped you all liked the prologue! From this chapter on, I'll start responding to some of your comments and/or questions you guys may have in the reviews. I hope you all like the path I'm taking the story down. Reviews really do help me! I really want to know what you guys think of every chapter, as it helps me as an author. Also, the shortness in the prologue was just because it was the prologue.

Italics = thought
Underlined = Dementian

Chapter 1: What I Am

No mercy was ever granted to a victim of the Dementor's Kiss. They were, after all, Dementors, creatures whose purpose was to do feed on humans for food. However, Dementors weren't simply natural. They are likely the foulest creatures among the planet, and such power doesn't come from a goat that evolved over centuries. It was believed among most wizards that Dementors were created by the Ministry of Magic. However, it's a good lesson to not believe everything you hear, especially when it involves the Ministry.

One wire of a bluish substance passed from Harry into the Dementor's mouth, their two mouths still locked together. Even though Dementors were originally man-made in a way, they were still creatures. Only part of them was made from modifications by humans. They still had intelligence because of this, though only for their own kind. Cold and heartless was an accurate description of them. So Harry Potter could feel the tugging sensation pull his soul away. Numbness and cold began to cloud his mind, stopping him from thinking properly. If he could, he probably would have wondered what his future was like, assuming that souls really were what made up people.

As the last wisp of soul went out of his mouth, Harry's body went completely limp. The Dementor savored its meal for a moment, then exhaled, putting air into Harry's lungs. It then broke its connection with the boy, dropping the puppet on the ground. When the beast turned around, its companion was waiting for it. The creature who had devoured Dudley's soul nodded, and they both took off into the night.

Muggles, their bodies lacking magic, were unable to take the Dementor's Kiss. The Dursleys didn't believe that anything was ever wrong with their precious Dudley, and for that reason they never were aware of all the horrible health conditions he suffered (his eating habits didn't help). It was for that reason that Dudley simply died within the next half hour, his body unable to take what had just happened. It had gone through too much, and it was done. Vernon and Petunia knew it was getting late, but that their son usually hang out with his friends and could find his way back on his own. As for Harry, they didn't care about him, and they hoped that he had gotten lost and would never find his way back.

The Boy-Who-Lived was undergoing changes to his body. The breath that the Dementor had put into his lungs held magic, and a Dementor at its own leisure could chose to add this step to the Kiss or not. After an hour, his eyes snapped open. He was lying with his back on the ground. His glasses lay next to him, and he sat up, looking around. He groaned, trying to remember what had happened. Harry saw Dudley lying on the ground farther away, and wondered how both of them had gotten into an alleyway and why they both had fallen asleep.

When he heard footsteps approaching from the other direction, he quickly got up and looked for the source of the sound. He couldn't see it, but he knew somebody was coming. Thinking fast, Harry grabbed his wand and glasses, pocketing both. Sirius, being Sirius, had taught Harry how to become an Animagus through his letters, and Harry appreciated the help greatly. At the moment his form wasn't controlled, and would turn into a random animal. Harry didn't care what he was though, as long as it let him flee or took attention away from him. He focused hard, and finally he felt himself transform.

Just in time, too. Mrs. Figg's body appeared in the entrance of the alleyway, and she gasped. "My gosh, what has happened here?" She hurried over to Dudley, completely missing the pigeon that flew past her. Turning into an Animagus drained a lot of a wizard's magical energy, and Harry was no different, especially since he had just been attacked by a Dementor recently. He felt himself slipping away, and landed on the first tree branch he could find (which was next to a highway) before he drifted to sleep, still in his Animagus form.

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The transformation had completed only minutes before Harry Potter woke up, and, now morning, Harry Potter came back into consciousness. What in Dumbledore's socks? He barely had time to get the thought out before a nine-foot tall Dementor floated towards him, bringing a chill with it. But the previous boy felt no chill, and the Dementor was the same height as him. It was then that he realized he was standing, or, as he turned to look at where his feet should have been, floating. His heart seemed to skip a beat as he saw himself, and the Dementor seemed to echo what he was thinking.

You're a Dementor now. Harry just started dumbly at it, though of course he had no eyes, so any expression or emotion made by him would go unnoticed. What's left of those we steal join us. Now, allow me to brief you. You're a Dementor now.

No kidding, Harry thought sourly. The sound of chains rattling could be heard, and it seemed as though the thing in front of him was laughing. Harry was shocked. Can you hear my thoughts? Once the senior Dementor got control of itself, it shook its head. No, but you communicated it to me. You spoke to me in Dementian. It's a language that we don't speak, rather we use our minds to communicate with each other. You focus what you want to communicate with and then think about talking to it. You did that unintentionally. Really, that's all you need to know. The rest, you can find out on your own. With that, the Dementor simply flew up into the air and away.

A Dementor. I'm what what I most fear. I'm a Dementor. I'm what I most fear. I'm a Dementor. The thought seemed to repeat it self over and over again inside Harry's head, like a broken record player. A fate worse than Death... Suddenly, black smoke clouded his vision, and he got a feeling similar to the one that he got when he transformed into an Animagus form. When the smoke dispersed, he found himself in King's Cross Station. The difference was it was all different shades of gray, mostly darkish. The darkness seemed to appeal to him. Probably because I'm a bloody soul-sucker.

In front of him was a figure dressed in all black with a scythe at their side. He looked up and seemed to study what was in front of him for a moment. "Interesting. Haven't had that happen before. I'm Death, by the way." Death spoke in a low and resounding voice.

"If there's anybody in this world who's going to have something unique happen to him, it's me." Harry spread his arms to illustrate his point.

Death put the fact aside with a motion from his hand. "I wasn't talking about your love affair with a Dementor." Death gave a grin that was shockingly close to the mischievous grin from a Marauder that Harry knew all too well. Harry muttered something under his breath, all the while never taking his eyes off Death. "Now, since that Dementor was pathetic, how about I actually tell you about what you are now.

Death continued before Harry had a chance to open his mouth. "First off, a human isn't made to withstand not having a soul. This is what mainly makes a Dementor a Dementor. Not having a full soul leaves your body to rot and die. Disgusting, isn't it? Anyway, a while ago, your dear good old relative, Incogorhootywhatits, or whoever the guy is that got the invisibility cloak you own from me, hid from me. This made him live longer; I, Death, was unable to capture him if I couldn't find him. I am a god, I would not be cheated of my prizes!" Death bellowed the last part, raising his hands in the air to increase the effect.

"So I decided to make something that would hunt him down. A creature, one that would be able to find him, and take his soul. Don't think me for an idiot, boy. When the three brothers told me what they wanted, the one who got the cloak specifically asked for it to be able to hide the wearer from me. But I was still a god, and he never mentioned what soon came to be Dementors! Unfortunately, shortly after I released the few Dementors I had to find him, he turned himself in to me. But the Dementors were already roaming free, and let me tell you the truth, I don't pity you humans. You, Harry Potter, interest me though, as you bring up a point that faith seems to have always poked at you." Death let this sink in for a little while.

"Don't call me a boy, that's what I used to be. Now I'm, a, a thing." Harry mumbled sadly.

"Well your personality seems to have taken a trip to the dump today, eh? If you'd actually not been staring at me the whole time, you would have realized that you actually are still Harry Potter. For one, Dementors can't actually talk in English. Second, well." Death pointed to Harry. Sure enough, when he looked down, he found that he looked exactly the way he did the night of the Dementor attack, except his clothes had been cleaned and looked as though they were brand new. He also noticed that his skin was much more pale now, and it seemed that small amount of black smoke were being emitted from his body.

Harry looked at Death, wide-eyed, unable to find his voice.

There's that creepy grin again, he thought. "Anyway, you changed into an Animagus form about an hour after the Kiss. So, the physical transformation happened on that form. This means that now you'll be a Dementor when you change into your Animagus form. I'll give you a little time for that all to sink in before I continue on about your abilities."

After a little while, the voice of Hermione seemed to appear inside his head. You know, you'll catch flies if you keep your moth open like that. Harry's jaw snapped shut with a noticeable crack. He continued to stare at Death for a few seconds before he opened his mouth to speak again. "I'm definitely curious about my abilities and all, but that doesn't explain why I wasn't a shell of my former self. Also, how come other people when Kissed by Dementors are shells instead of turning into Dementors?

Death sighed. "Okay, I guess I really didn't explain much now that I think about it. A Dementor can willingly choose whether or not to turn a Kiss victim into one if its own kin or not. If it chooses to do so, it'll exchange breath with you after it's taken your soul. Not having your soul makes it so when you turn into a Dementor, you don't have the intelligence you had before. Not having a soul makes you hungry, you never feel like you've had enough and all that you want is to live, to feel. You can't because you don't have your soul anymore. You however, are a different story."

"Of course." Harry inserted. Death nodded in agreement.

"When Tom's curse rebounding on himself when he tried to kill you, the part of his soul latched on to the closest living thing it could find, which was you. Therefore, when the Dementor Kissed you, it took almost all of your soul and left you with a seventh of your soul left, since that's the extra amount of soul you had inside you from Tom. Most of that part of soul you have left belongs to you, though some of it is, or was Riddle's. When your body realized that it didn't have a full soul anymore, that hunger instinct I was talking about took Riddle's soul and blended it with your own. No longer are you a Horcrux, which you can learn all about from the Library of Darkness. I'll tell you about that later, so don't ask."

Death paused for a moment, letting Harry absorb this information before he continued. "Anyway, you'll still have your Parseltongue abilities, though you no longer have a strange mind link to Riddle. Because you still have part of a soul, you don't feel constantly hungry. You also have eyesight, though you can choose whether or not you wish to see people's auras and emotions or not with your Dementor sight. You have all the abilities of a Dementor, except you can choose when to use all of them. You can still give people kisses, though if you choose to you can also perform the Kiss. When the Dementor breathed into you, you started to develop a Dementor soul in a way. You can eat normal food and water still, but feasting on others and performing the Kiss will immediately quench any hunger or thirst, and will also seem incredibly appealing to you."

Harry shivered at the thought. "No I won't."

Death raised his eyebrows, then continued. "Yes, you will. You are a creature of darkness now, though you can still blend in as a boy, and technically you're a hybrid. You'll find darkness and coldness much more appealing, and Dementors will no longer affect you. You can choose to release a chill, along with how strong it is, and you can read people's minds. You'll learn more about mind-reading later in the Library of Darkness with the Dementor King. Again, I'll get to that in a bit. All of your powers you can choose to use at will while you're in your normal, or human, form. Your skin will still be pale, and as you're using your abilities it'll turn more pale. You'll still be able to feel and have emotions, of course."

Harry nodded, taking this all in as Death talked. "However, when you're in Dementor form, those around you will feel the cold from your presence along with reliving their worst memory. It'll also prove to be more effective when you want to perform something like the Kiss. Your power, too, is quite impressive. Dementor power is based off of intelligence and the power they had before they were turned into a Dementor. Also how strong their souls are. Most Dementors barely remember what they were before they became Dementors, and lose a lot of intelligence. Since you still have part of a soul however, you are much more intelligent than the average Dementor. This will make you a highly respected figure in their ranks.

"You will gain appeal for your Dementor side and abilities over time. People who have been so close to me will taste better. I'm not a Dementor, so I can't tell you about the 'taste' of souls and happiness that you eat, but I do know they'll lure you in. You're a creature, Harry."

Death could see in Harry's eyes that he had a question he was waiting to ask, so he stopped and motion for Harry to talk. "Three things, but I'll start with the first. How will patroni affect me, and will I be able to still produce my own?"

Death eyed the boy for a moment as though he were considering whether or not he was a good or bad result of a chemistry experiment. "I did not create the patronus charm; I can not answer that question. However, the Dementor King may be able to. Which brings me to that subject. Obviously since I had let the Dementors become a race, they'd need a form of leadership. So the more intelligent and powerful ones are higher ranked. There is a forum of government, a king. It's Meronshorn. He was one of the first few people one of the original Dementors Kissed. Due to his intelligence before his Kiss, he was still quite intelligent after it. His advisers are also very intelligent, and you'll find it much like, well, a kingdom. The Realm of Darkness is the realm that the Dementor castle is in. The library is there too, and it's the headquarters. The Dementor King will be able to tell you more."

Death looked at Harry, and when nothing happened, he asked, "Well, are you going to ask me those other questions?"

Harry's thoughts seemed to come back to the present. "Right, sorry." Death waited. "The other two questions are how do I control my abilities, and how do I turn other people into Dementors like the one that Kissed me did to me?"

Death seemed to think for a moment. "For controlling your abilities, it's really a matter of thinking about it. For example, you would call upon the Dementor part of you to breath or do the Kiss by thinking about it and taking in a deep breath. You'd find that rather than your human part breathing, the Dementor part of you would be taking in all the happiness around you, and you'd never feel the need to stop. For the Kiss, if you think about it and are leaning in to plant your lips on somebody else's, it'll practically perform itself. Then you'll allow your Dementor side to breath again to inhale the soul.

"For the ability to release your chill and sensing emotions, it's the same concept of just willing it to happen. If you're in your Dementor form, you can't give somebody a regular kiss, and you only have to inhale deeply to feed. For the concept of targeting a specific victim, you simply turn your focus to them before you eat. Otherwise you'll simply drain emotions from everybody around you. Dementors really are wonders, aren't they?" Harry looked at Death closely, trying to see if the god was joking. But Harry saw no sign of sarcasm.

"I am Death, you know. People don't usually think of me as light." Harry just nodded.

"Turning others into Dementors is also the willpower idea." For about half a minute nothing happened.

"This really has been a long conversation. Before I send you to the Realm of Darkness, I want you to know that your Dementor cloak I combined with your invisibility cloak. Remember, just thinking about what you want to have happen is key. However, you cannot will your cloak to change into the invisibility cloak while you're in Dementor form. It'll also be invisible by default when you're in your regular form."

Harry smirked. "I thought that you didn't care about humans much."

Death gave Harry a deathly glare. "Try being me and see how boring it gets."

Before Harry had a chance to say anything else, smoke rose up and clouded his vision like before as he was transported to the Realm of Darkness.

A/N: First chapter done, I hope you guys like it! I know it really was a long conversation, but I did want to establish a lot of information in this chapter. Please post a review, I really love the feedback and knowing whether you guys understand or not! Suggestions and questions are also welcome, I'll start responding to individual reviews starting next chapter.

I also hope you guys like the way I developed Death. Please also tell me what you think of his powers. I hope you don't think they're too overpowered, I tried to think of reasons behind everything I put in this to make it not sound totally , reviews are appreciated!