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A/N: I apologize for the delay, there's been a lot going on etc. etc. Anyway, here you guys go. Opinions and feedback are appreciated and always taken into consideration, but I'm not going to force you. After all, I have better things to do then to dispatch Dementors to Kiss you.

Ceti H. Black:~All in due time. This is the Order of the Phoenix you know, it wouldn't be much of a Harry Potter Fanfic of the Order of the Phoenix didn't contain the Order of the Phoenix.~

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This story is a hit in the makings. Keep it up. I always thought Dementors
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Chapter 2: Royal Glory

Harry coughed. He realized he was on all fours now. When he opened his eyes he saw the last bits of smoke dissipating around him. At first he was confused and angry. It felt as though all he ever did in life was get pushed around to do what other people wanted him to. The moment he began to take in his surroundings though, a look of shock and awe plastered itself onto his face.

He was in a gigantic room that appeared to be a throne room of some sort. The throne at the head of the room he was facing was deep black and lined with rhenium. It seemed to have a glow coming off of it. It was on a pedestal and about fourteen feet tall. The walls were made of titanium, with a coating of ice etched around it. On every wall different figures were embedded into the ice. Doors lined the rectangular-shaped room on the two longer walls. To Harry, the roof was the most amazing part of it. With a white background made from diamond as the topmost layer, glowing black orbs were littered among it. With the sheer amount of them, there was no white left, instead different shades of grey.

"Amazing..." Harry whispered to himself subconsciously.

Had Harry been paying attention instead of gaping in awe at the room, he would have seen something move out of the corner of his eyesight. "I suppose, though I find it impressive for different reasons than you." Harry's head moved with incredible speed to face the Dementor that had spoken. It was twelve feet tall, three feet larger than the average Dementor. Its features also seemed to be more smooth, with a cloak that wasn't tattered at all and its floating more graceful than the rest of its species. To add on to it, it almost seemed as though it was darker than anything Harry had seen before, including other Dementors. This alone made it a more intimidating figure.

"You can stand if you'd like." He was still on all fours without realizing it, so he stood up after this was brought to his attention.

The Dementor was in front of the throne, and Harry wondered out loud, "Are you the Dementor king?" The new boy-Dementor hybrid could tell it did the human equivalent of narrowing it's eyes, if that made any sense (not that it did to Harry either, he just seemed to know).

"Yes, I suppose that's what I'm called." The Dementor king put up a scabby hand, anticipating a tidal wave of questions. "Let us talk somewhere private, Death communicated to me that he was sending a unique case to me. He didn't explain much else, except that you'd have a brain." Harry didn't think that the king was joking. Like before, he just 'felt' it. After the third time of running the sentence through his head, he realized that the king had spoken English.

Harry's realization was obviously not hidden well by his face, as the king put up a scabby hand again. "Follow me. We shall be able to converse when we get to my private quarters. I'd appreciate you not asking me any questions in the meantime." The Dementor then turned and floated to the nearest door on the left side of the throne room (or the Dementor's right). When the creature got closer, it seemed to fade into the walls. When the Dementor turned around to find that Harry hadn't moved, he made a beckoning gesture with his left hand.

Harry ran over, eager to get answers as soon as possible. He stayed close behind the Dementor, trying to commit to memory everything he saw. They had entered a narrow corridor with doors to both sides of them. They reached a left turn, followed shortly after by an intersection. The king took a right turn, whereas the other option was to continue forward. In retrospect, it all doesn't actually seem very impressive. It's definitely expensive, but it doesn't actually look very good. There's not much furniture, and these corridors are all incredibly narrow. After a few more turns, they reached an obsidian door. Harry noticed that it looked more like a vault door than one you'd find in a house or a castle.

Without a word, the king placed his hand in the center of the door. Harry immediately sensed the magical aura around the door increase. The king's left hand shot out and grabbed Harry's right wrist. Harry yelped in shock, expecting the touch to be the same burning could he always experienced whenever he came in contact with a Dementor. Instead he felt nothing though, not even the roughness of their skin. A moment later, the barricade transformed into purple smoke in front of Harry's eyes. They widened in surprise.

The Dementor king paid no heed to the surprised sound or the shock at the door's changing. He instead continued on, dragging Harry with him. When they were on the other side, he let go of the firm grip he had on Harry. Harry immediately brought his hand up to examine his wrist. There were no scab or burn marks, and it didn't hurt at all.

Looking up, he saw that the king had turned and was looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to make the next move. The room wasn't interesting, it looked like it was made out of stone and was empty. Harry looked at the king's hood, obviously not knowing what was expected of him.

"Ground yourself. Then succumb to the pull of the darkness and will yourself to go downwards." Harry just started at the king, great confusion obvious in his expression. A sigh escaped the mouth of the creature, face still covered from its cloak.

"What the bloody hell? I can't just go through the floor!" Harry protested. Once again, the Dementor grabbed on to the boy's wrist. Suddenly Harry felt a slight tug on his soul. It gave him a feeling of pleasure. Remembering the king's advice, Harry succumbed to it. He felt lighter, as though he had taken off a backpack that had weighed him down with metal. Down. Harry heard the foreign thought in his mind, and then he felt himself going through the floor. Only a second later he found himself in another room. The king let go of his wrist and he felt he was grounded once again.

Harry's first impression was that the room was beautiful. He didn't know why, as it didn't have very unique colors, but it seemed to appeal to him. The room was made of diamond with streaks of steel streaks on them. This time it was obvious that it wasn't in English, but like he could with Parseltongue he understood it easily. The different words on the wall were names. Before he had a chance to look at the furniture, though, he noticed that he wasn't tall enough for his wall examination to be complete. That's no fun, I wish I could just make myself taller. As if on cue, he began to float upwards until he was level with the Dementor king.

"How did I do that?" Harry asked as his feet touched the ground again. What he had seen was a timeline made of Lapis Lazuli, depicting what looked to be different ages of Dementor history.

"Sit down and I'll explain." Harry turned around to find four bean bags and a small table (more like a pedestal) in the center of them. Harry sat down in one of them and noticed how comfortable they were.

"How do Dementors sit anyway?" Harry wondered. Harry heard what he thought was a laugh come from the being. It sounded hoarse but deep. He was a bit shocked at first, and this only increased as the Dementor began to get smaller and lose it's dark skin tone. Within a matter of seconds, the laugh was not that of a Dementor, but a human. Harry just gazed wide-eyed at the now-human Dementor. He took a seat in one of the bean bags across from Harry.

Like Harry, the man's skin was pale. He surprisingly looked to be Harry's age, and reminded the shocked boy a little bit of the Tom Riddle from the diary three years ago. His eyes were a harsh color of black compared to Harry's seemingly glowing emerald eyes. The teen had messy dark hair, which went to about his ears. The outfit, though, was made of black silk. They were robes that looked much like the Hogwarts ones. He had a medallion hanging from his neck depicting a Dementor with other smaller Dementors standing around the one in the center.

"Well Harry, we have a lot to talk about. It would also seem to be that you and I both have in common that we're not the average type of Dementor." All Harry could do in respond was nod.

"First off, how much did Death tell you about the beginning of Dementors, if he told you anything about it?"

"He said something about a relative of mine hiding from him, which is why he made the Dementors."

The king nodded. "Well, I'll start by telling you about me. You and I are both very similar, we can be considered humans with Dementor animagus forms, but really it's a Dementor with a human animagus form. Have you heard the tale of the three brothers?" the king inquired.

Harry tilted his head a bit. "The what?"

The king made a dismissive gesture. "Nevermind, I guess not. The tale goes that there were three brothers who were wizards. They came to a river where they needed to get across. So therefore they made a bridge, but Death was angry. He didn't want to be cheated, so he made a plot to kill the three brothers. He told them each could have a wish granted by him. One wished for a wand that could beat all others, another wished to be able to speak with the dead, and the last one wished for a way to hide from everybody, even Death." The king seemed to think for a moment before continuing. "Death couldn't find the last brother due to the cloak. So that's why he made the Dementors. Of course, what with Death's personality and all, after the third brother gave himself up and passed the cloak down the line to his son, Death admired the man's intelligence and the fact that he had been able to evade a god, as Death put it. For that reason, Death made him a Dementor."

The king didn't speak for a while after that. He was looking up, as though pondering something. "Were you there for it," Harry asked.

Slowly the man's gaze turned back to Harry, and slightly glowing deep black eyes met slightly glowing deep emerald. "Yes, I was. And as a matter of fact, a lot of that story is pure rubbish. I'd be a disgrace if I couldn't cross a small river without a bridge!" Harry's ears didn't pass over the small detail the king said without knowing it.

"If you couldn't cross a river? That means.." A look of realization appeared etched across Harry's face. "That you're the third brother."

"Harry, most invisibility cloaks can only last a few months in perfect condition. Then they start getting more tattered, and after about two years they're completely visible. No cloak has been created to this day that lasts longer than three years, and none can get past revealing spells and certainly not Death." At first Harry didn't understand why the king was telling him this. "Think harder, Harry." After a few more minutes, in which Harry was focused on a bookshelf to his right, he looked back at the figure across from him.

"No way." The king nodded his head, knowing that Harry had put the pieces of the puzzle together. "So what's your name?" There was no point in Harry asking to confirm that the king was a very old ancestor of his, he already was sure of it.

"Ignotus Peverell. Now, instead of cheating Death, I enforce it. I think it'd help if I explained to you a muggle conceptualization called the food chain. It's that it's only natural for some creatures to prey upon others, it's the way we all are. If you think Dementors are mindless idiots where all they care about is themselves and how many meals they can have a day then the ministry bullshit worked." Ignotus pause to let Harry think about this for a moment. "Too many people are afraid of what they don't know. Not only is this Death, but it's also what happens to them after the Dementor's Kiss. Of course, because of this fear, instead of discovering the truth they want as little to do with it as possible. It's for this reason that the ministry doesn't monitor people after they've been Kissed, instead the prison guards stay away from them as though it's contagious. It's for this reason that they don't realize how new Dementors get created."

Harry just stared in shock at Ignotus, so he continued. "Look. You and I both aren't afraid of death. I know you think how horrible Dementors are what with all the suffering we cause people. Well, we have to eat too you know. What do you want us to do, starve? Most of us do have eating as our favorite hobby, it's quite pleasurable and that was really why we were created by Death. We do actually have a life you know. It's like how humans have to make money to put food on the table. For us, well, who cares about tables." A grin appeared on Ignotus' face.

"How can you even crack a joke at a time like this? How can you even come to terms with what you are?" Harry asked Ignotus. Ignotus' face fell.

"As we are very similar, we both have part of our human souls with us. You're as powerful and as intelligent as me, just not experienced. Soon you too will realize that we're not evil, we're just another part of the cycle of life. It's not like you people don't kill other species either. You know, I consider my self to still have human in me. I don't want to lose that, and I never did." Ignotus paused for a moment. "At first I didn't ever take anybody's soul. Then I began to take the ones whose time it was to depart from this plane, as Dementors were created to be Death's agent. Then later after that I came to the realization that it is what I am, I don't have to be a Dementor, but I'm not a human either. I'm part of both, and it'd be impossible to live as only one of them. So I'm the Dementor king, but I still used my brain and my knowledge. I also got into the habit of gathering more by reading. Do you follow so far?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably, his eyes suddenly finding his shoes interesting. He would have actually been interested in them had Ignotus not been taking his full attention, even though Harry was uncomfortable with it. The boy found it fascinating that he could switch between different forms without his clothes getting damaged. "Yes."

"Good. There are other intelligent ones too. Sadly, most Dementors are actually just ravenous pigs who just go out and do what they're told, their goal being for food. It's like a drug addiction, except with souls. It does cloud their mind, they make themselves become more ravenous and when they don't get food for a little while they become more hungry, eventually needing to take anything they can find." Harry's gaze now met Ignotus' again. "If you let your mind get clouded, your life will become worthless. But as long as you can still think, then there's something worth existing for. Luckily there are other Dementors who aren't totally clouded. Their intelligence level varies, but we can still say they understand procedure and can think and adapt. The disadvantage they have that you and I don't is that they don't remember their previous lives at all, and they're completely Dementor. You see, Harry, where we are now is the home of us Dementors who like living a life instead of having dinner 24/7."

Harry pondered this for a moment. "So you're saying that you keep the other Dementors up in that throne area if they come at all, and here it's like, well, what's it like here?" Harry wondered.

"A lot like how muggles live actually. We have homes, stores, we use magic, we really do live lives quite similar to humans. We just have interesting jobs, and our food tastes most delicious. We really are above the humans, we have evolved so much. You should enjoy being among us, you will be a well respected and welcomed figure and can live as long as you want. We aren't completely immortal, so whenever one of us feels like we want to pass on we can release our own demented souls. I'm not actually sure how it works, but you'll know if you're ever ready to move on. The reason why when times are more depressed there becomes less of us is because due to the ravenous Dementors needing more of their 'drugs', they want to end it when they can't get it for a while. It's suicide really. I know you're going to ask about us siding with Tom, but honestly, the bastard thinks he's mastered Death. We are the only true ones who realize the truth of Death. I hope that you, the boy-who-lived, can see his end to come. I along with the rest of the intelligent Dementors are kind of neutral, when we want we go to whatever side we're on and take a feast, then go back to our lives. We don't need food often, and you and I can still have mortal food."

Harry's face seemed to be turning less green as he realized that not all hope was lost for him, and that he could still live a life even if it was with Dementors. Ignotus seemed to know what he was thinking. "You should know by now that the ministry is full of goose eggs. They make up stories about whatever they want to, so of course they never cared to actually find out about us and just made people fear us. Now, I presume you have a lot of questions, so let's hear them. One at a time please."

Ignotus wondered to himself whether it was a good idea to break the dam of questions on a boy who he figured must have so many. "What about Hogwarts, Dumbledore, and my friends? Can I still go to Hogwarts and be with them all?" Harry pleaded.

"I really don't take interest in stalking you, so it's really up to you. I personally think you should just live your life as though nothing happened except your cousin got Kissed and you ran away in guilt for a day or two. Cook up whatever you think will do the trick, I don't know. As for Dumbledore, he may sense some change in you, so act like the Dementors affected you a lot. Again, it's all up to you. You really shouldn't just go out and tell them what happened though, all that you will get is a place in Azkaban, and then I presume the Dark Lord would try to kill you. If your sentence actually is Azkaban instead of execution, of course. It'd amuse me if they sentenced you to the Dementor's Kiss," the Dementor added as an afterthought more to himself.

"Can Dementors love?" Harry knew what Dumbledore had said about love, and thought that this question would be a turning point for his opinion on them.

"If you want to as the Ministry, we're heartless creatures who only care about food. Those of us who are intelligent can. We can marry, have weddings, and there are rituals for Dementor priests to perform that allows Dementors to have children. It really is a community, a good lesson for you should be to not trust everything you hear in the magical world."

Harry released a breath he didn't know he was holding in relief. He was still a teen, and at least now had a little hope for his small crush on Cho, even though the sensible part of him knew there was no way that would ever happen.

"And what about the Patronus charm? Does it affect me, and can I still use it? Also, what happened with the floating thing earlier? How did we go through the floor in that-"

Ignotus raised a pale hand to silence Harry, clearing his throat to get the boy's attention at the same time. "I did say one question at a time. Now, about the Patronus charm, it's putting a wizard's feelings and intent into their wand and the outlet for the energy is the Patronus itself. If it was one of your friends or somebody close to you casting it, or somebody who didn't think you were bad, it wouldn't affect you. If it was an enemy casting it or somebody who thought you were dangerous, depending on your range it could attack you but would hurt no matter who attacked first if you were to touch it. You still have some human in you, so you can still produce a Patronus. This could also be useful if the need really arises, you never know."

Harry felt relief flood him. I'll be able to see my dad again, I'm not all alone. Ignotus didn't forget Harry's other questions. "We are part of the darkness in a way, again, we're Dementors, a different species. Different culture, different abilities, different feelings. This is a different realm then the normal Earth world. The darkness is very strong here, so you can manipulate it to do things if you're powerful enough. The intelligent Dementors are also more powerful. You are incredibly powerful and intelligent. You can will your victims to relive their worst memories and feel cold, and control the degree of it. Of course when you're in your Dementor form you can't stop it, but you can increase it and try to decrease it. You'll be able to increase it more than you can decrease it though. I do look forward to when you have your first taste of prey. Remember that Dementors feast on happiness too, not just souls. Both are good, happy memories are like dinners of different qualities depending on the strength of it. Souls are like a triple-layered chocolate cake you could say."

Harry only had one question left. "How can I speak to you, and am I allowed to come here into this world?"

Ignotus nodded. "Ah yes, you have a connection strong enough that you should be able to sense whether I'm in this realm or the Realm of Darkness as this is called. If I'm in the realm of darkness simply come here and use your power to will yourself to go to me. After a little training and getting used to the darkness you should be able to control your power enough for us to have a mental connection in this realm too. As for the Earth realm, due to our souls having similar connections and us being related we should be able to mentally communicate if enough effort is put into it. You have reminded me of two more things." Harry's right eyebrow went higher on his face.

"You are now a master in the mind arts. You'll know when people try to get into your mind, it's an art called Legilimency. The protection against it is Occlumency, you have that naturally. Being a Dementor, you'll also be able to use Legilimency to rip apart a victim's memories if you so choose. Whatever pleases you as you eat I suppose. I'm guessing that you also noticed that you seem to be able to pick up on emotions of other beings easily. This is because you can now read people's auras. You are able to tell when they're more or less powerful, and you'll notice if you look closely each being has a glow around them."

Sure enough, when Harry looked at Ignotus, he noticed a strong black glow around him. He realized he must have thought it was part of him or the darkness that Dementors bring with them.

"More powerful beings carry bigger glows, and its color is different depending on the purity of their soul. As you've also realized by now, Dementors can completely see in the darkness. It'll appeal a lot more to you along with the color black, but light doesn't hurt at all. It just isn't your thing anymore." Ignotus rubbed his hands together, then got up. "Follow me, it's time to meet the residents. You should transform into your Dementor form when you're here." Ignotus and Harry both transformed back into Dementors. Harry noticed that now Ignotus was only two feet taller than him. Harry followed Ignotus to a wooden door, floating closely behind him. Ignotus pushed it open, and the two Dementors floated out into the open.

"Welcome to Dematran, the capitol." Ignotus announced in a proud tone, not to mention in English to address Harry.

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"And if he needs any help finding his way around, please give him it. Thank-you." The king floated down from the podium. Harry nodded his head at the crowd of Dementors trained on him. Ignotus had just introduced the boy-who-lived to the capital of Dematran. Harry liked it already, the way instead of day and night there was either night with the moon or night without it. The whole town had an aura of coldness around it, which naturally appealed to Harry and all the other Dementors. Before the speech, Ignotus had introduced him to a few friends of his.

"Good job up there, Harry." Jamie came up to Harry after the formal introductory speech had been made.

"Thanks, I'm really not new to this culture." They seemed to be nice and welcoming to him, Harry had also learned there were some of Ignotus' closest advisers.

"Don't worry, that won't be a problem." Clyde reassured him. "So, have you eaten any souls yet?" Clyde inquired. Harry shifted a bit uncomfortably.

"Well, no."

"Don't be worried about it, I'm sure you'll get some in good time. Those puppies are just delicious." Jamie responded, perceiving Harry's discomfort incorrectly. "Clyde, this last week I got one of the easy ones." Clyde seemed taken aback by Jamie's declaration.

"No way!" Clyde insisted.

"Way. It was a wizard too." The aura around Clyde gave Harry the impression that Jamie was trying to stop himself from laughing. Clyde's emotion was pure disbelief and jealousy.

Harry decided it was time for him to intervene. "Easy one? What do you mean?" he inquired.

The two Dementors focused their attention back on him. "Some people just give their souls up willingly. Maybe it's that they feel they have nothing to live for or they just want to pucker up, I don't know." Jamie grinned as he said the last part, and Clyde gave a hard laugh.

Clyde finished Jamie's explanation. "It tastes better when the victim doesn't fight. It's also a lot easier. They just open their mouths and don't move, it's a perfect submission. You don't even need to Kiss them, you only need to do that if their soul is trying to resist. If they give it up willingly, it just goes. It's a great experience, and the soul doesn't get depressed in the process nearly as much as it does when you have to fight for it."

Harry recalled how he had willingly given up his soul to the hungry Dementor's appetite only a day ago. He hadn't even felt the soul leaving him. It had felt peaceful instead of harsh and like a battle. Harry realized that if somebody gave up their souls willingly it made for a better time by both parties. A Dementor always won in a tug-of-war against its victim.

When the Kiss was performed, if the victim fought back the Dementor's aura deepened into one causing pain and great depression, one where if anybody was to walk nearby the creature they would fall on the ground into a fetal position. The victim was never granted the liberty of being able to go unconscious, though. In less than five minutes, the victim would always lose the hold on their soul due to the hard mouth of the creature clamping on their own, the relentless pull it gave, and the aura. They then felt sickeningly cold spreading throughout them as the Dementor would take in the soul piece by piece, each causing the wraith to give a slight pulse. It's so much easier when you give up your soul like I did. Then as an afterthought, But it had to clamp it's mouth over mine. The tugging sensation wouldn't have been there if it had just let me do all the work. Harry had realized long before that the Dementor who had Kissed him had been one of the ones out there only for food, an addict as Ignotus had called them.

Harry realized that the two Dementors had continued the conversation on their own, the topic now being something about Dementor policy in Asia. Harry slipped away without being noticed. Ignotus had told him he could leave whenever he had wanted. So Harry thought about darkness, and when he felt his soul was connected to it he thought about where Dudley had been Kissed. From there he would go to Vernon's house and say he had ran away because he was scared. That would be his excuse to Dumbledore too or the Aurors after they had found Dudley's Kissed body (if they had). Harry felt himself being pulled down, then felt a cold breeze which he welcomed. Harry shifted to his human form and pulled in his aura.

Time to go back to the Dursleys. I hope I get to see my friends soon! But Harry's mind was stuck on that now he'd have to go back to the Dursleys and explain why he had been gone. It's not going to be easy. Harry sighed. He then opened his eyes, them having been closed for the shadow teleportation.

A/N: Another chapter done. What do you guys think? Questions comments and feedback will be answered at the beginning of each chapter, so please do post a review with any of them! Typos can be pointed out aswell. I already want to thank you all for reading this so far, as this is my first story. I hope I did a good job.