Love Of A Dementor

Creation

I have been stuck in pain for thousands of years I believe, I'm not sure.
I was once a man.
Now I'm a soulless husk the ministry of Magic uses to kill 'guilty people'
Day after day I feed
On their misery
Giving them my kiss so they can die miserable.
Every single day is the same process
Until.......

She came.
She was only five when I met her
Put to death by her parents because of her birth.
She had a special gift.. or curse in others words.
She could hear death and misery speak and was infatuated with it.
Her mother the death eater and her farther a bloody muggle.

The creek of the only door leading the way out of my room slowly opens. She walks in.Her parents lay dead below me. They were never good parents towards her, but still two little tears roll down her cheeks.

I move towards her. She is not frightened but curious of me.

I crept closer to her. She held no pain or sorrow. I open my gaping mouth and.......

I can't

She is just a child, she does not deserve this at all.
I pull of the wrap covering my ice blue  eyes and look at her.
Her brown hair, pale skin, vibrant green eyes. I feel a spark inside me to protect her.NO ONE WILL HURT HER. She stares back at me. I reach out my mangled hand and touch her head she smiles at me. The door creeps open again. This time a man walks through. He sees that the little girl is Not dead, he looks angered. He walks towards her I get in front of her to protect her. He pulls out a glowing white amulet. It drives me away. He is now in front of her. " poor Laura king. Your parents dead because of you." He spats at her. I feel grief grow in her. I move farther away from her, her grief  might make me loose control.
" because of this power you posses, you are a worthless piece of trash! You don't deserve to live" He slapped her and sent her flying into a wall. She begins to wail.

I can't control my hunger  no more. I  race towards her and give her my kiss, I  consume her pain and grief quickly. Her small fragile body falls to the floor.her pale lifeless eyes look into my own self. The man removes her body and as well as her parents.  Grief and sorrow are now the only things I feel. In these long years to come are the only emotions I have ever known, until a certain minister sends me and several others to guard a school by the name of..........

Hogwarts.