The Dementor
By Spark
Harry didn't like that he had to go to Azkaban before heading home to his wife and his two month old son, James. He just wanted to play with him, to see Ginny smiling at him over dinner while they tried to eat before James wanted something. He took his files and headed for apparition points. He thought about James and Ginny who were at home waiting for him as he spun.
He could smell the sea air as he appeared. He headed for entrance of the prison. All of sudden he felt cold. He saw a dementor there.
He was thirteen again. He felt cold and lost. He was back in the train again with Ron and Hermione. He was telling them something but he couldn't remember what it was. He was going to hear his mother's scream again. He was ready for it but something at the back of his mind stop him.
It was a small voice telling him that everything was good. He had a family that cared about him. He had a son who needed him.
That broke him. He remember that he had a two month old at home and his loving wife waiting for him. James and Ginny was waiting for him to come home so they could have dinner as a family.
He said the spell that he knew very well and the dementor was gone. The stag stayed by his side as he did his business at the prison.
He left the prison and went home where he felt so much warmer than he was. He saw his wife in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner. She was talking to James. "Daddy should be home soon."
He stood there watching his family. It had taken him a second to realize that he was happy when the dementor came upon him. He wasn't thirteen again but a happily married man with a beautiful son.
"I'm home," He said to the room. Ginny turned around with James who was strapped to Ginny. He was awake and Harry could see his brown eyes. He made his way over and kissed his family. The next he encounter a dementor he was going to be ready with this thought in his head.