LLL- Ok everyone. Pay attention to POV changes and hope you like this. Think of it as a comeback chapter. I don't own harry potter. Thanks so much

*Dietrich's POV*

I squint my eyes and see complete darkness. Just as I make this tiny action, my head pounds and I sit up hitting my nose incredibly hard on something. By instinct, I role over to avoid making contact with anything else, instead I fall an unknown distance to hard ground. "Ow..." Now the darkness is spinning and my eyes attempt to focus on one spot. That's when I see I hit my head on a dangling light fixture, as well as Snape's big head raising an eyebrow.

"If I'd known you'd wake up like that, I'd of laid you on the floor to begin with." Letting out a brash sigh to his unconcerned comment, I attempt to stand, steadying myself. It soon becomes overwhelmingly obvious that we are still at the diner. No lights are on and Snape had laid me on the bar. He now sits there, sipping his tea casually. I take the seat next to him. "Did you have a nightmare?" He asks me.

'More like flashbacks.' I look up at him, but he is making extreme eye contact with his tea. "No I didn't"

"You sure were sweating like you were having one."

"Oh," I wipe my head and neck clear of sweat.

"Yeah, I gave you the liberty of not disrobing you this time." I simply smirk at him, but his face stays stale. "I see you fed." My eyes shoot up at him in confusion. 'Fed, what is he talking about?' He notices this misunderstanding and tries to specify. "Your throat was hurting; you made it stop didn't you...?"

I nod

"Well, you killed someone in the process."

"What! I nev..." I stop myself and run back into the bathroom where everything happened. Snape follows suit. The gaping hole is still in the wall, as well as the man's body, so it's official. I wasn't dreaming like I'd hoped.

"Stop!" he shouts when entering. "You're a demon. A soul absorbing demon. You may not have known this before, but everything that happened to you tonight was the demon inside of you getting hungry. Even the choosing of your wand. The demon inside of you simply wanting to kill." I close my eyes as I have a flash back of the Dementor, the man's body, the power I felt.

"Snape," I say through clenched teeth. "I may be a demon of some sort, something I could have figured out on my own, but I tell you now, I did not kill that man." His eyes widen in surprise and slight disappointment.

"I know you ..."

"It was a Dementor."

"..." His breathing stops in his throat and he bangs his fist furiously on the wall. then sighs brashly, rubbing his forehead. "Where the hell did a Dementor come from?"

"I was in the hallway when everything happened, but something didn't seem right.."

"Why didn't you come get me?"

I don't answer his question.

"Was it something you thought you could handle on your own in the state you were in..? You could have gotten hurt. You could have gotten killed, then what?"

"Stop talking to me like that!"

"Like what?" he growls back.

"Like you're my father," I say to him, turning away so I can't see his reaction. "I didn't know what to do. I was confused." I tap the body on my floor with my foot. "One doesn't expect to walk into a bathroom and see a person having their soul sucked out of them, walls covered with ice and a damned Dementor looking back at you like you interrupted something important."

"Is..."

"Nothing even makes sense anymore, everything's been happening at once." For some reason, the outside sky looks so peaceful. How can life be so vicious yet so calm?

"You were scared," he whispers.

I turn and glare at him. "I have no fears."

He ignores this and moves on. "Can you tell me what happened after you saw the dementor? Only a well performed Patronus Charm can get rid of them, which takes a lot of time to master. They can't be killed and I doubt they'd just leave."

The sight of snowing souls flashes in my eyes, the pain, the other me. What I had done, I can almost fully remember, as well as the fear on Snape's face. I found the one thing he fears most.. Me. I can't tell him. I don't' want him to leave my side, not just yet. "I can't remember what happened after that."

"Damn," he says, instantly believing me. He looks around one last time. "C'mon, let's get out of here." I follow him out into the night. We walk silently and when we reach one block, something triggers in my mind.

"Aren't we going apparate back to the school? Why didn't we just do it from inside the restaurant?"

"Look around us Dietrich. Things are nice and peaceful. There's nothing wrong with enjoying this false peacefulness sometimes. Besides, I'm in no rush to return to that castle."

"Yeah," I mumble, looking up at the sky and moon. "Things are very nice." There are another few minutes of silence.

"So.. You've been thinking about your parents?"

I look up at him in shock. 'He's still thinking about it.' "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I know who ever my parents are, they are long gone now, but it couldn't kill me to know could it?"

"It might, you never know."

"But you do!" He sends a scold my way, as to not bring it up. I step in front of him and block his path. "Why won't you tell me? What's so bad about it? What is gained from not telling me..?"

"There's no need for you to know."

"Are my parent's demons as well? Is that why they didn't want me?" Snape simply looks at the ground. My impatience grows strong, but so does the demon inside of me, so I calm down to keep him at bay. "We should head back to the castle now."

"Yeah," Snape agrees. He grabs my hand as to grab a toddler about cross the street. "Hold on." I simply stand stiffened. This time isn't as bad as the first and we land gently at the castle's front gates. We walk the path to the castle and Snape doesn't look at me again, but I soon hear him sigh. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but things are simply better if you don't know."

"Do you really believe that?"

He hesitates.. "Yes." The rest of the walk to the castle is silent. Sense it's so late, nobody is around and the castle is rather peaceful, but unlike in the muggle world, there is an uneasiness resting in the air.. When we finally reach Snape's sleeping quarters, I disrobe and collapse on the bed, completely exhausted.

"I'll be back," he mumbles.

I sit up. "Where?"

"Not far. Stay put."

I plop on the bed with a grunt and role to my side. "Whatever." Snape takes his leave. The entire night flashes before my eyes. I stand up, removing my shirt and walk into the bathroom. It may be hard to look at my back the mirror, but it's not impossible to see that nothing is there. A terribly vivid image of the Dementor replays itself over in my mind. I punch the stone wall. What the hell am I? Looking down into the porcelain sink, I since something. I can't put my finger on what or how, but something isn't right. I look into the mirror and see someone standing in the room behind me.

Quickly swiveling around, I summon my wand by holding up my hand. I recognize the person as the girl from earlier today. The same who tried to kill Snape. The Gryffindor, Hermione Granger. She approaches me with a straight face and red eyes, not only the color but as if she's been crying.

"Why are you here? Snape is out!" I yell, not really knowing what to say or do.

"I'm well aware," she whispers, stopping in her tracks and looking at the floor. A sorrowful smirk spreads across her face. "Do you know who I am?"

"Uh...? Granger, from Gryffindor house."

"Ha," she huffs, "right." I inch closer so I can get myself from out of the closed in space of the bathroom. "I'm not going to hurt you. You can stop being so cautious."

"Then why the hell are you here?"

"I don't even know anymore," she says, looking up at the ceiling. That's when I notice, she has yet to look me directly in the eye. I raise my eye brows, clinching my wand tightly. "Relax," she chuckles darkly. "If I wanted you dead... You'd be there."

"What makes you so sure I'd go that easily?" I hiss.

"I don't know. You're quite right. I mean, you are son of the most powerful demon in the world..."

All of my senses go weak and my hand drops at those words. "You... you know my parents?" She only looks at her nails seriously, not answering me. "Who exactly are you? Really." For the first time, she makes eye contact. She looks at me as if trying to burn whole straight through me.

"I'm darkness." Her entire body vaporizes into thin air, yet I still hear her voice. "I'm the shadows that lurk. I'm that uneasiness that fills the walls. I'm that person who isn't there always watching."

"I'm going to assume you're not a guardian angel."

"Nice try."

"So if you aren't here for Snape.. What do you want?" I can no longer see her, but I feel the presence. That feeling you get when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. When your passage ways become clear and your breathing is in sync with your fear.

*Snape's POV*

I walk back down the dungeon stairs, more worried about Dietrich than myself. After explaining to Dumbledore what happened, all I get is a "bring the boy here"? Sometimes I really wonder if that old man still knows what he's doing... But even I know better than to doubt him. I walk into my room and the firstt thing I see is Dietrich standing in the middle of my floor, looking around and holding his wand...

"I need you to... Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He looks around again. This isn't the look of someone who is fine.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! What do you want?"

"Put on some clothes. I need you to come see Dumbledore." I look around the room. I feel as if someone is watching us, but it's obvious we're the only ones here so I brush it off of my shoulder.

"It's about what happened tonight isn't it?"

"Exactly, now hurry up." He pulls on his shirt neither reluctantly nor willingly and we head upstairs, his wand still tightly in hand. Dumbledore's office is warm, yet still holds a coolness about it. This entire castle is like that. As soon as Dietrich sits down, Dumbledore looks around the office, then back at us..

"Mr. Dietrich, good evening."

"Hello," he says formally and at the same time informally.

"Snape explained some things to me about what happened, but everything doesn't seem to be incredibly clear. There are parts missing, do you mind enlightening me a bit?"

"I don't remember anything," he says.

"Well is there anything that you might remember? Even a dream?"

He shakes his head, then looks up. "I don't like this."

"What is it?"

"How do you evaluate the students in this school? Can they do everything? Does anything apply or do you just not know a lot about your students."

"I'm sorry but can you be more specific?" the headmaster requests patiently.

He sighs with much annoyance as if the two of us were supposed to catch on to something. "We're being watched."

"What," I gasp, searching the empty office.

"You heard me." I look up at Dumbledore who is simply smiling.

"OK, you can come out now Ms. Granger." A tornado of black smoke forms next to me, Hermione materializing from within it.

"So you knew I was here the whole time?" She asks Dumbledore.

"Well I wouldn't say I was sure, but you wouldn't have heard anything important or done anything risky. Although one may not be too sure... Your presence is unmistakable"

She shrugs with acceptance. For some reason, she appears to be her old self.. Half of that girl I fell in love with and the other half which gave birth to a demon. "Well, I guess I'm not surprised."

"Is that so.."

"Mhm," she nods. I look at the two as they casually converse.

"Do you mind me asking you why exactly you are here?"

She glares at him, but clears it with a smirk, just barely. "Do you see what he has done? He's lucky he is even still standing there. Alive."

I look at her and she says all of this without even glancing at me. "OK Ms. Granger. All of this is understandable and I'm sure we can find a more appropriate time to discuss it, but right now it's passed curfew and you must get going."

"Hmph, right." She walks to the door, then finally turns and looks my way. "You can't keep it a secret forever. I won't reveal it, but it will be and I promise you... it will be hell." With that, she continues about her exit. I simply stand there in disarray. 'What the hell just happened?'

"Did she just threaten you? What is she?" Dietrich questions.

"What do you mean?" I say in reply, not wanting to even communicate with life at this moment.

"That was no normal witch. The smoke, the red eyes..."

"You're 100% correct," Albus praises. "She's special... The powers she possesses are in her blood."

Dietrich goes into deep thought and I look at Dumbledore. This can't end well. What is he planning to do by letting him now that Hermione is a demon.

"Now, I called you here for a reason... You say that you do not remember anything from what happened tonight. You may not remember but it's in there somewhere and we just need to find it." Dietrich's eyes widen. I try to wrap my mind around why this would be but too many things are happening at once for me to really care.

Dietrich stands up. "Actually I think I should get going.. It is passed curfew after all." He tries to make a run for the doors but they slam in his face.

"Why the rush," The headmaster asks. It seems welcoming but there is clearly hidden meaning behind those words. The phoenix flies into the air. Over my head, then Dietrich's and releases a faint black dust. He notices it as it drops on his shoulder and tries to run. Before he could take that half a step, he collapses unconscious on the floor.

I walk near his body as the phoenix returns to its spot. "Why did you do that?"

"He's lying.. He remembers everything that happened and if not that, the things we need to know."

"What...? But he said..."

"I am well aware of what he said, but what he said and his reaction were completely opposite. I can tell when someone is lying. Even when they are as sincere as him. Dumbledore walks next to me and kneels down to Dietrich with his wand.

"You can't forcefully take someone's memories, can you? How do you find it?"

"Technique.. Years of experience.. And power."

"You have to scan all of his memories."

"That's what it takes.. Lucky for me.. He's only been born for a week's time." I don't watch this as he does so. It's not right.

"What is wrong Severus?"

I look down at Dumbledore, who is looking at me. I hadn't even noticed. "Nothing.. I..I just don't think he's lying.. He wouldn't lie to me..." The statement comes out quietly and almost regretful.

"And what makes you so sure of that?" He asks, turning his attention back to the Dietrich.

"He's my son..."

"Ha," Albus chuckles. "I think you're going soft on me."

"Never."

Albus stands up. Memory in hand. He walks over to a wall that opens to reveal the pensive. I accompany him and he looks at me after putting in the memory.. "Would you like to go first." I ignore his "generosity" and dunk my head. I end up standing in the diner with Albus next to me. We both look at the crippled Dietrich on the ground in the hallway.

"What's he doing?" I say quietly, not intending an answer.

"Trying to with stand the thirst." And there goes my answer. Seeing him in so much pain makes me sick.. Very sick. He looks back in the direction in which I was sitting... then a man comes from out of a door, hand bleeding. Dietrich shoos him away...

.. That guy was bleeding. Blood must trigger his need to a maximum. Dietrich's voice is low and raspy when he speaks to the waitress who soon rounds the corner. The color of his eyes are a death red. I assume that is what scared the woman away. I notice the ice cracking on the walls before Dietrich does. I know the Dementor appeared. Once again, he looks in my direction and enters the bathroom.

"Why the hell didn't you come and get me!" I growl. We follow Dietrich and holding the man by the neck is a Dementor. He drops the man to the ground when seeing Dietrich. Dietrich jumps back in surprise, but not fear. The Dementor advances him threatening. He stands bold, then closes his eyes and inhales deeply. When he opens them, they are white and the atmosphere begins to change...

I look around. The lights in the bathroom spark off and the shadows jump out of the corners, swirling the room like a vicious tornado. The mirrors slowly begin to crack. The least expected then happens.. The Dementor goes low and bows, fingers intertwined. A second Dementor floats in behind Dietrich. He doesn't move and the Dementor uses shadows already filling the room to attack Dietrich. He collides painfully with a porcelain stall, but thinks nothing of it. With the white eyes, he looks completely unfeeling, no expression crosses his face.

All of the shadows halt in the air and he stands. Slowly, they begin to form a funnel around him. It starts at his feet and goes further up. Violet flames light on the floor around his feet. When the shadows reach his back, I can barely believe what I see.

"Oh..My." Dumbledore says as large feathered wings stretched from Dietrich's back. The wings are black and dripping with darkness and purple flames. He raises one hand and it ignites a small flame in his palm. He effortlessly launches it at the two dementors and they burst through the other side of the bathroom wall, into the alley. He flies after them with astonishing speed using his wings. Dumbledore and I take pursuit. They stand at the end of the alley.

The dementors don't move. They both float in front of him. I walk next to Dietrich and look at them. It is the first time I've ever seen a Dementor with a look of pain, fear. I then look back at Dietrich. His white eyes and demon wings...

"This isn't Dietrich."

He holds up his hand and his wand flies into it. He touches the faces of the dementors. Purple flames incinerate them and they combust into blue souls. Many of them fall onto Dietrich, seeping into his skin and his wings fall to the ground in individual feathers. His eyes return to red, but he still holds a lifeless expression. Finally, I appear. The look on my face when i see him is ridiculous, I take a step forward, then Dietrich does as well and i stop. How dare i look so afraid. He is still walking and i start up again and he falls to the ground.

I watch myself run over to him and embrace him in my arms. When I did that... I thought he'd killed someone, but he didn't. I thought he was a murderous monster. Now all I want is to be able to embrace him that way.. for the right reason. Not my own foolishness.

The memory ends, but for some reason... we are back in the bathroom of the diner where Dietrich blew the dementors through the wall.

"What's going on?" I ask Dumbledore.

"I knew it was no coincidence that the dementors found this same diner in which you were at with Dietrich."

My aggravation over powers my thought process as well as my patience. "Spit it out!" I growl.

He lifts his hand and points to the cracked mirrors. I look up and am greeted by the smiling face of Victoria and expressionless Hermione with her arms crossed. Their red eyes sparkle in the glass. The satisfaction on Victoria's face makes me want to kill her where we stand. I pull my head out of the pensive and bang my fist on the nearest innocent wall.

"Why didn't he tell me? Why'd he lie to me like that?"

"Honestly Severus.. Are you observant of anything?"

"So you must think it's pretty damn obvious."

"He didn't call you because he didn't want you to worry. He didn't want to over use your generosity. When you saw him outside, you showed fear. Sirians are the best at senseing that and you are the best at hiding it. Therefore, when he saw your fear, he felt deprived."

"And you got all of this from watching that?"

"I've been dealing with this kind of thing for over 500 years. If I couldn't do this, then you should be worried. When you lost the fear for a breif second there, he thought different. He didn't want to hurt you or scare you. He calmed down, his magic decreased, causing him to faint. Possibly from overload."

"So are you saying it was MY fault?"

Dumbledore puts his fingers on his temples. "No, Severus. I'm saying he is your son and somewhere in him knows that. Just like he knew he was a demon without actually knowing. He loves you." This sends all of my thoughts and being into array... I bend down next to Dietrich and they return. I take his head in my arms... "I love you."

I look down at him and see his red eyes are open. He glances to the side through my tight grip and takes a deep breath before yelling, "What the hell are you doing, creep!" Dumbledore only laughs at this.

'I give up' -_-

LLL- this is the longest chapter I've written for this story. I feel like im dragging the story out too far. I think I'll hurry up and end it. Thanks everyone, Please Review.