Title: Kiss.

Author: AspergianStoryteller.

Genre: Supernatural/General.

Summary: When a Dementor tried to Kiss Harry Potter, it got more than it bargained for. And Harry did not walk away unaffected. Don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 5: Summer.

'See you all next year.'

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*Do you know if curse scars hurt sometimes years afterwards?*

Anyway, nothings changed about the Kiss thing. The only effects I've found out are spacing out sometimes. It can last from ten seconds to nearly a minute. It's just like, sitting in a really boring class (History of Magic) and everything is kind of muffled. It still happens around two or three times a day. I don't think it'll be a problem in quiditch. I can stop it by pinching myself (ouch) or by hearing or seeing something funny (much better than pinching!) and it happens less when I'm eating (especially chocolate) or sitting out in the sun. I've been a bit cold since that night as well. I only noticed because it's fairly hot out around here, but sometimes I feel cold and shivery. I actually caught a cold just before we took the train back. I'll tell you more when (if) there is more to tell.

*I'll send this with Hedwig when she gets back, she's off hunting at the moment. Say hello to Buckbeak for me.

Harry*

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The effects Harry wrote in the letter to Sirius were what he had noticed during his Summer with the Dursleys. After receiving, and some how surviving the Dementor's Kiss last year at school, Harry had been prone to the occasional space out. No big deal. He was as curious as everyone else about what this meant, but didn't want to blow it up. Being famous as the only survivor of the Killing Curse was quite enough thank you. Harry still didn't know very much about the wizarding world beyond his school, but hoped their hospital, St. Mungo's, had the same doctor/patient confidentiality as the Muggle ones so that when he visited it wouldn't become public news.

The Dursleys had taken a week altogether to notice Harry's slight change in behaviour. (Or to dare confront him about it.) It had gone something like...

'Boy, snap out of that daze and get those dishes done,' Aunt Petunia snapped.

Harry came back from space and continued washing the breakfast plates.

'You've been doing that too often.'

'Why not get Dudley up here then?' Harry replied cheekily.

'That's not what I meant boy, don't be cheeky with me or you'll be massaging my feet again and Mrs Figgs.'

'Sorry Aunt Petunia.' He moved onto mugs. 'I can't help spacing out though. It's been happening to me since, well, something that happened at school.'

Petunia stiffened at the table. Feeling strange, but not discouraged by the silence Harry decided to elaborate. 'You remember that escaped convict, Sirius Black? My godfather? Well, since they thought he was after me, my school was being guarded by these things called Dementors.'

Petunia knew what Dementors were. Not that Harry knew she knew, but she did.

'They eat happy feelings. It feels awful, like it's cold and dark and you'll never be happy again. Drags up bad memories. When I'm near one...'

His aunt was afraid to imagine what her nephew heard around those creepy creatures. She was afraid to find out what had caused those slight purple marks around his throat. Or what had left a scar on his right arm. Or what made him wake up early some mornings with a tired face.

'Yeah. And if they get the opportunity, they can suck out your soul. That nearly happened to me. Somehow, I survived. But now it sometimes effects me. Like when I space out. Don't worry, it's not contagious or dangerous. Just wait until I'm not spacing to talk back.'

After that odd conversation, things carried on as usual, except for spacing, a Voldemort related dream, and a letter from the Weasley's that really made Harry's day.

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*If you want to contact me, I'll be at my friend Ron Weasley's for the rest of the Summer. His dad's got us tickets to the Quiditch World Cup!*

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*Quoted from the book.* What do you think? I plan on sticking relatively close to cannon (for now) and writing as far into the series as I can go, but I'll keep my mind open to extra stuff.

My school's graduation dinner was last night. It was fun! I had a table with several of my friends and there was dancing. Thanks for reading!