#tori the dementor wears a pink robe around polite company and gives off the same vibes as the squishable plague nurse

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentine’s Day! Draco and the twins please

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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.