Dementors of the Blakes

Sure enough, Sirius gradually improved.

Although the fever hadn't subsided completely, at least he woke up.

I felt the whole process of his waking up beside him. His mood was a little dazed, and he probably didn't know whether it was a dream or reality. Then, he seemed to turn his head to one side, and the ends of his hair brushed against me. The hand next to his pillow, he was startled suddenly, I think, he saw me.

I'm looking forward to how he will react.

He was sluggish for a long time.

I can't say that I'm excited or numb. Instead, there is a sticky feeling of being tangled together, which confuses me, a dementor who is oriented to perceive human emotions.

Then, he let out a mournful cry as if he had been tortured.

He asked me: "Why are you again?!"

I'm touched... I'm very touched.

I almost burst into tears at once, if I cry this function again.

He actually recognized me?

In fact, I know that all dementors look the same in the eyes of human beings. In fact, he does not necessarily know whether it is a group of dementors who are sucking his happiness all the time, or it is just me. He can't tell the difference , he is just full of hostility and fear towards all dementors. Anyway, in the eyes of humans, no matter which one they are, they are all evil dementors.

But now he uses the word "again".

He... When did he recognize it?

I was very happy in my heart, but I couldn't see it on the surface, so Sirius became more sad and angry, and he continued to ask almost heartbroken: "How did I offend you?!"

……I do not know either.

I floated there quietly, recalling the time when I met him for the first time, I don’t know if I can use the word “offended” to describe it, I know he didn’t intend to listen to my answer to him, because he didn’t understand at all The language of my family, he just wants to vent.

But I don't think I can make him feel that I'm taking revenge and venting my anger carefully. I have to explain to him that I didn't have to kill him just because he failed my expectations.

I took his hand gloomyly, and he froze there, not daring to move, allowing me to write a sentence: I care about you very much.

He trembled all over, and pulled out his hand tremblingly, but I was holding him tightly, unable to pull it back.

"You...what on earth do you want?!"

Sirius seemed angry, but I could sense his emotion, and I knew he was actually frightened.

He broke free from my hand vigorously, and then asked me viciously: "No, exactly, what are you?!"

I'm not angry, I'm really not angry.

Even though his actions are rude, even though his tone is fierce, even though his emotions are full of thorns, but I know that he is trying to force himself, his fever has not gone away, he must be weak, dizzy and sad, he Throw a tantrum, and he suffers himself.

I actually think he is very interesting. I used to think that these years of dark life have completely erased the positive part of his character, but in fact, he not only retains his own reason, but also retains his nature.

He's mad at me, he's angry, when he knows I'm the same dementor he's been terrified of all these years.

It's fun, isn't it?

I smile in my heart.

Just, why did he ask me this question?

What am I?

Am I not a dementor?It's obvious.

Not a dementor, how could it be the guardian of Azkaban, how could it scare him, how could it suck away his happiness, and make him fall into despair and painful emotions again and again, numb and cold Woolen cloth?

Is everything I have done not enough to affect him deeply?

Happiness is something that is easily forgotten, but pain can be unforgettable.

The reason why our clan can only absorb happiness is because... despair is an emotion that cannot be taken away.

I think, I still prefer to be the indelible pain of others, rather than the smile that will be forgotten.

So, I turned my head slightly to look at him, expressing my solution.

"You..." Sirius was speechless, then gritted his teeth, "Have you ever seen a dementor who can write, tilt his head and shake hands?!"

…I can not only write, tilt my head and shake hands, I can do a lot, but no matter how much I can learn, I can’t become a human being. No one knows my own essence better than me. I actually know that I It's special, but I'm still just a dementor.

"I have had enough of you!!"

Sirius barked at me, but I didn't care, I just reached out and handed him a glass of water. Although I was very happy to see him wake up in a very good spirits, but he was a little hoarse when he roared. But don't like it.

Let's drink some water to moisten your throat first. Wouldn't it be more pleasant to roar after you recover from illness?

After waiting for quite a while, I didn't see him reach out for the cup. I only felt that he was a little surprised and stunned. I was a little impatient, so I stuffed it directly, and he finally caught it.

"...you... are you... taking care of me?"

What is this distorted and awkward, as if speaking in a tone like the Arabian Nights, rubbing out like squeezing toothpaste?

It's not that I'm taking care of him, does he think that the quilt, clear water and ice cubes are all flying?

I decided to ignore it so as not to lower my IQ.

"...why..." He muttered incomprehensibly.

... Could it be that he had a fever and burned his brain?Didn't I just tell him that?I care about him very much, and because I care, I am happy to provoke him to bully him and oppress him, and naturally I am also happy to save him.

I continued to ignore him.

He seems to be unwilling, and his emotions are very complicated. I can't figure it out even after trying to figure it out. Human beings are indeed very strange creatures. Sometimes we can clearly detect their emotions by relying on our talent. But still can't understand.

"I won't be grateful to you." He said to me coldly, I think I really have a generation gap with him, oh no, maybe it's the cultural differences between races, he didn't need to be grateful to me, because he now Half of everything is due to me. Although I don't want him to die, I have never regretted it, and I don't have any intention of changing my ways. At most, I will restrain myself a little when I torment him in the future, that's all.

So, he doesn't have to thank me at all.

He couldn't wait until I had a slight reaction, and his tone couldn't help becoming a little hasty: "You...!! Cough cough..."

I was finally moved when I heard the words, but not because of his anger, but because of the cough that sounded afterwards.

Because I couldn't see, I couldn't grasp the details in a timely manner. His cough reminded me. I floated forward faintly, and under his nervous mood, I pressed his quilt with one hand.

Hmph, sure enough, this guy was sitting there upright, with the quilt falling on his legs. He had sweated a lot under the quilt before, but now that he sat up like this and was blown by the gloomy atmosphere in the prison, he thought he was sick Is it heavy enough?

I care more about whether he can recover quickly than whether he has an internal injury and wants to vomit blood.

I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to push him back to lie down, his shoulder became stiff instantly, and then, before I could react, he knocked my hand off suddenly with force, Yang The back of the raised hand was out of control, and it happened to slap the edge of my hood. The breath brought by the momentum was so fierce that it directly lifted my hood.

I lost control in an instant, it was driven by an uncontrollable instinct, the hood is an innate part of our race, perhaps the most important part of the entire cloak, it hides not only the terrifying head of our race , and the nature of the devil.

Only when sucking human souls, our family will lift the hood to reveal the mouth on the chin. On the contrary, every time the hood is lifted, there must be a soul to sacrifice!

I consider myself an exceptionally rational and emotional dementor, but I still can't get rid of this deepest and most primitive instinct, like a thin hood that separates the world from hell.

I am human, but I have the essence of hell.

My breath reached the coldest extreme in an instant, and his happiness and courage were all pulled away by me. He was too close to me, and he was almost facing the impact. I could feel his despair and courage. Trembling, unlike before, this is a fear of facing death.

But it’s not enough, only this is not enough, I opened and closed my mouth slightly, my mind was blank, but there was a deeper desire, I wanted something more delicious and more attractive.

I smell what I want, it is the soul, what a beautiful and moving soul, he has so many sunny memories, has a tough and persistent essence, brave and gorgeous.

is my favorite flavor.

I approached him, and then my cold fingers slowly touched his shoulders. His whole body was already cold and stiff, and his emotions were blank and numb. He could not dodge, nor would he dodge.

Perhaps, he was recalling the last bit of happiness in his life at this time, and then let these small happiness be forgotten.

Perhaps, he has been lost in the endless darkness and abyss, and he can never climb out again.

But I can't care about these anymore, I don't even have the desire to peek at his memories, I'm just driven by the instinct of my body, I lower my head and approach him bit by bit.

I don't know who he is, I just want his soul.

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I—a dementor, a dementor with its hood lifted, it is said that all humans who have seen the faces of our people under the hood are already dead, so if this one fails to die, should I... hold him accountable.