The Dementor's Kiss
By Spark
James had his book spread out before him on his desk as he wrote his paper on dementors. He didn't understand why he had to write a foot on them with only a page on them in the book. He sighed, he might have to take a trip to his Aunt Hermione's library to see if she had anything on them. He got to the end of the page and saw that he still needed six more inches. He wanted to throw his paper out of the window but he couldn't. He decide it was time for a snack, he placed his paper in his book before closing it.
He headed downstairs to the kitchen to see that his dad was home from work. He was taking the plate that Mum had put in the oven out. Dad had work late tonight and wasn't home for dinner. James was eyeing the cookies that Grandmum Weasley had made and he was going to take some but his dad was in the room. So instead he took an apple and sat across from his dad.
Harry looked up at his oldest son and smiled. "What are you doing down here?"
"Taking a break from my paper about dementors," James said. Harry nodded before taking another bite of his food.
"Having a hard time fulling it in," Harry smiled. He remembered when he had to write papers like that.
"Yeah," James returned his smile. They sat there for a second before James spoke again. "Dad, can I ask you something," Harry nodded. "You worked in the Auror Department for many years," Again Harry nodded. "Have you ever seen a dementor's kiss?"
Harry frowned and shook his head. "No, but I have seen one almost done," Harry smiled. "I stopped it from happening." James gave his father a look. Harry smiled. "I was thirteen at the time at the end of my three year. Dementors were all around the school looking for Sirius Black," James eyes widen. He shared his name. He knew that he was his father's godfather and had escaped Azkaban, he was on the run until his death. He didn't know this story.
Harry laughed before continuing. "He had ran after a friend and I followed him. I found him and he was dying because the dementors had found him. I tired to stop them but I was only thirteen at the time. Before I passed out I saw what I thought was my father throw a patronus our way. I later found out it was me who did it."
"How did you do it?" James asked. He wanted to know.
Harry smiled. "That is a different story for a different time," James frowned at his father. He wanted to know now. "Later James, you have a paper to finish." James sighed, he knew he wouldn't get anything else out of him.