#Harry Potter dementors

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentine’s Day! Draco and the twins please

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36

Harry stares at Voldemort's face, slack in unconsciousness, his body sprawled across an expensive leather couch. "I can not fucking believe that worked."

"Why would I have done it if it wouldn't have worked?" Draco demands, with his mother's face and her voice and his mocking eyeroll.

The dementor Draco had found - her name is something Harry's convinced a human throat can't pronounce, but she'd signed that they could call her Tori - sways hopefully in the direction of the chest of horcruxes.

Apparently the terrifying, soul crushing dread that dementors give off is something they can consciously turn on or off. Being around her is just sort of cold.

"Yes, yes, sorry, please go ahead," Draco says, flipping open the chest revealing the assorted treasures Voldemort had stored his soul in. "Nagini is just down the hall if someone wants to go take care of that."

Hermione checks that the safety is off of her pistol then says, "On it."

"Don't kill her," George says, eyeing Tori as various items disappear underneath her robe. "We need her alive for Tori to suck out their souls. Just incapacitate her."

"Aim low," Ron says, a heap of acromantula silk rope over his shoulder.

"I could help," Harry starts, feeling especially useless.

Fred shakes his head. "No, no, the timing is very important here."

"Yeah," Draco says, looking over a desouled ring with interest. "Just sit there and wait to get a soul sucked out."

Great.

"Oh, don't look so put out," Draco says. "At least it won't be yours. Right Tori?"

She nods. Harry supposes she seems trustworthy. It's not like he's that trusting of wizards that work at a prison, so he probably shouldn't hold the other dementors he's met against her.

[valeriearmani1]

in my mind barty escaped from the wizarding world & became a line cook in the muggle world

[quiltofstars]

"Dementor Dust", LBN 1158 // Simon Pepper

[atlasdoe]

REMUS LUPIN HAS A SWEET TOOTH AND I WILL NEVER BE CONVINCED OTHERWISE

[alfiisalvatore]

this is me

[storyparrot]

Oh my god

In PoA Sirius has about shoulder length hair, right??

But if he's been locked up in Azkaban for twelve years, how is his hair not longer?

Even if it had been completely short when he went in, it should have been much longer (except depression/absence of hope makes hair stop growing).

So my point is, dementors as hair dressers and stylists.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Dementor

@wolfstarmicrofic September 19, word count 850

Previous part First Wolfstar part

He tumbled out of the fireplace into the tiny flat that Peter called home. A quick glance told him Peter wasn’t in the room with him, but he could hear the shower running in the bathroom. 

The flat was basically just one room with a miniscule bathroom attached. In the corner was a kitchenette, a sofa butted up against the counter with the fireplace before it and taking up most of the room was Peter’s huge four-poster bed. Much like the ones they had a Hogwarts but built for an actual adult. Sirius decided to have a bit of fun. 

He jumped on the bed just as he heard the shower being turned off and pulled the curtains, too. Peter was so unobservant he’d never notice. Sirius was careful to leave them open a crack so he could watch for the opportune moment. He crouched ready to leap out at his friend. The bathroom door opened, and an ear-splitting growl filled his head.

He blinked and looked behind him, but there was nothing there. He peeked between the hangings again and the growl sounded again, but this time he understood it. It was a warning. Danger. 

Peter turned towards his wardrobe and that's when Sirius saw it. The dirty stain of ink that the death eaters were so proud of showing off. There, on Peter’s left forearm was the dark mark.

Sirius couldn’t believe his eyes. Peter. Little Peter. His friend since they were eleven. Peter, one of his best friends. Wormtail. Peter was in league with Voldemort. Sirius felt a wave of grief crash into him. He needed to get out of there. Peter couldn’t find him there.

His first instinct was to tackle Peter to the floor and call the Order in and a dementor and get him carted off to Azkaban, but he was still in hiding. If he made himself known, it would put their whole plan in jeopardy. The pack. Regulus. Luckily, the decision was taken out of his hands.  

Peter gasped and Sirius thought he was done for. But Peter's hand moved to the tattoo and held it as though it had hurt him. 

“Brilliant, perfect timing,” Peter grumbled as he quickly changed and rushed out of the door, leaving Sirius alone in his flat.

Sirius fell back onto his rump and shook. He was in shock. He wasted a few minutes reeling from what he’d discovered before he got the hell out of there. He cast a disillusionment charm over himself and snuck out before apparating away. 

He apparated to three different places, in case he was followed. He had no idea who could be watching Peter’s flat, before returning to the camp, white-faced and on the verge of tears. 

He found Remus and threw himself into his boyfriend's arms. 

“Sirius, what happened? Did Orion—” Sirius shook his head. 

“No, Father says he’s going to try and figure out a way to get Voldemort out in the open. It’s- it’s something else. Where’s James?” His voice had gone all croaky. 

“Where do you think?” Remus rolled his eyes at the thought. “Sirius, you’re shaking. You need to sit down,” Remus said more kindly. Remus settled himself back on the ground and pulled Sirius into his lap, gently stroking his back and holding his clasped hands as Sirius calmed himself down enough to take the mirror out of his pocket and call James. 

When James finally got his own mirror out and answered Sirius, Sirius was seconds away from going to Potter Manor himself. 

“Finally,” He snarled. “You need to get here straight away, it’s urgent, and cannot wait,” He then hung up and nuzzled into Remus, using his familiar scent to calm him. Ten minutes later, James turned up with a disgruntled Regulus trailing behind him. 

“Between you and that damn elf, James and I never have a moment to ourselves,” Regulus grumbled at his brother. 

“Sorry, Reggie, but this is important. Marauder important,” He said to the other two members of their schoolboy gang. 

“What is it, Padfoot?” Remus asked him, tensing beneath him. Sirius swallowed loudly. 

“It’s Peter,” he began, pausing to find the words he needed and not wanting to say them. “Mother came back suddenly and called Rorbey to her, so I had to Floo out of the house and the only place I could think that would be safe was Peter’s. He was in the shower when I got there, so of course I was going to prank him,” Remus and James nodded along, everything making sense so far. “I hid in his bed, behind the curtains and waited. He came out and when he turned,” He shook his head, tears dripping from his eyes. “When he turned I saw something on his arm,” He stopped again. This was so hard. 

“What was it, Padfoot?” James asked, his voice more serious than Sirius had ever heard it. Sirius looked up at him, their eyes locking as tears continued to stream down his face.

“The dark mark,” James, Remus and Regulus froze in disbelief, before all hell broke loose.   

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[obsessivefreakandpartners]

* Scorpius thinking of Albus at the sight of a dementor*

[pyaari-naari]

Lagta hai dementors ne kiss kar diya hai mujhe chupke se.

Saari khushiyan hi gayab ho gayi. ☹️

[shipspainfulships]

Y'all ever stop to think how fucking tragic Regulus and Barty's deaths were!?

One got drowned by the inferis and got turned into an inferi himself.

And one got his soul kissed away by a dementor.

Those fuckers will never see afterlife. James and Lily are never gonna see their Reggie ever again. Sirius won't ever get to see and hug his baby brother who actually died betraying the dark lord.

Evan will be forever waiting for his lover to come... he will never show up.

Evan, Pandora and Dorcas will wait for their friends; the sadboi and the crackpot of the group to cross over.... Come to them... They will be forever waiting... Only to be met with disappointment

[cursedwithwords]

James: Lyall, why is there a huge pair of rusty iron scissors on the dresser in Teddy’s room?

Lyall: Don't close those.

James: Yeah they're rusted to hell I don't think I could if I tried. What are they for?

Lyall: Ward off the faeries so they don't kidnap my grandson.

James:

James: That’s valid.

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Lucius kills me

[ihsnamih]

[m65p3--harrypottermerch]

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[purrlockholmesbooks]

Drawing one cat a day, day 48: Demeowntor

Term is starting. I hope that I'll pull through with my soul intact...

[nextlevelstupidity]

Cho - I'm Harry's first kiss!

The Knight Bus - What?!

Dementor - No.

Golden Snitch - Well... He kind of ate me.