The Werewolf and The Monster

Chapter 11 - Harry Potter

She walked onto her balcony and put her fingers to her mouth and whistling loudly. The nearest Dementor looked over and glided over, wrapping its long bony hands around the banister.

"I want my stone." She spoke to it. It seemingly nodded and pushed away, gliding away and fading away.

"I cannot believe they respect your kind without being dosed up on spells." He said in admiration.

"Dementors might be rather high ranking in the power chain in deaths lands. Reapers are still higher. We were the second most feared creature in the lands. Only death himself above us. Then he vanished and we had to find masters." She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "But more Dementors formed after the first war."

Albus nodded understandably and his gaze looked back at the rose. "What are you planning to do with the rose?" Her gaze looking at it too.

"I'm not sure yet. Probably just leave it in the dome. If any other item from the death lands comes to the castle I want it in my tower immediately. It's fairly obvious but if anyone doesn't know then just ask me to double check." Albus nodded and smiled. 

"I'll let you be now Pandora. I hope you'll have a good rest of your day." He said and she nodded.

"Is Remus busy?" She shyly muttered out. Albus shaking his head no.

"Not that I know of." He smiled and walked out.

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She left her tower through the portrait hole that guarded it, She waved goodbye to the portrait and walked down to the DADA room. But she bumped into someone before she made it.

She shook her head and rose to her feet, looking at the boy on the floor then hesitantly holding her hand out for him to help him up, which he took. Hoping her gloves would keep the boy questioning her being ice cold.

"Sorry" Pandora muttered. Brushing her hand down quickly before taking in the appearance of the young boy infront of her, he had messy hair, glasses and a scar just under his fringe. Harry Potter.

Two of his friends came running up behind him. "Harry?! Are you okay?!" The girl asked worriedly. Harry nodding gently with a warm smile.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He turns his attention back to Pandora. "Hello, What's your name?" He held his hand out for her to shake it but she instinctively turned away very slightly from his hands, wrapping her own hands against each other and holding them up to her chest.

"Pandora, Sorry I'm not too fond on human contact" She said with a small apologetic smile. He nodded and pulled his hand away.

"It's okay, I'm Harry Potter, These are my friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger." He motioned to the two people besides him, gawking at her appearance. Pandora just smiles awkwardly at the two.

"Your not human are you?" Ron asked, only then to be smacked by Hermione.

"That's rude!" His friend scolded the ginger boy. Pandora giggling quietly.

"It's okay, He isn't wrong either. I'm not human." Hermione looked at her curiously.

"apologies if this is insensitive to ask. But what are you?" Hermione asked with a smile, walking alongside her as they began to walk again down the hall. Harry and Ron either side of the two girls.

"I'm something called a Grim Reaper." She said, Hermione's eyes widened with shock as she replied, "Aren't they suppose to be evil murdering machines that killed anyone who locked eyes with them?"