Expecto Patronum (The Consulting Dementor )

Intro

All dementors had souls, some not as obvious as others but some that were powerful enough to almost fight against the natural instincts that made them take a persons life leaving them a mindless body.

Sherlock was a dementor, a well known one too, chasing down criminals and taking their souls from them, he didn't touch the innocent, he could read them and he knew.

It was late on a night in November when a new soul drifted pass, barely used and innocent, Sherlock could smell them and through his pale vision, he could see they were short, blonde and had blue eyes. Nobody spoke to dementors, thought they were dangerous and a sign of death and bad luck, Sherlock hated people he didn't choose the life, he wanted his soul safe somewhere in a normal human body not the cold scabbed heartless cloaked thing that he was now.

The man looked at Sherlocks figure and continued by without a second glance. Sherlock was clever but he still didn't see how even if he communicated it would make any difference, he figured even the most kind hearted wizard wouldn't want to change him back. He had been a real boy, tall for his age, smooth porcelain skin and dark chocolate brown curls, until a curse has been placed upon him and made him a dementor.

He hated every day of his life, he wanted to die but you can't die when your body is a lifeless form, incapable of dying. Sherlock just wished he could change back. All he wanted was to be able to walk again, to feel again, take away the water veil and reveal the true heart that lay underneif, the one that had felt love by a caring brother, mother and father, the heart that had felt pain and heartbreak when his best friend Victor Trevor had died, he wanted to feel even if it hurt him. But he couldn't.

He heard the soft voice of the man and it almost felt as though the voice warmed him, but he couldn't see how the dead form that he was could ever feel warm, he'd been this way for centuries, watched his brother grow old and parents die young, watched as their spirits left the earth for good, leaving their youngest son behind. Sherlocks cold features and scabbed pale fingers that looked like claws, the mouth that whoever it touched had the life sucked out of them, he just wished he could end it all. He couldn't even remember what he used to look like. His eyes forgotten, his mouth now a black gaping hole, his nose gone lie the dark lord himself, and he hated it. A good instead of hair and he had no body just a waterlike cloak that brought terror to those who saw it.

He could hear the mans voice, a few words slipping here and there and then he left, taking his warmth with him, almost like the sun would do when t sets at the end of the day.

He held his scabbed hand out in front of him and touched the heavy rocks that made up azkaban, he trailed his nail against it and it left a mark, he pressed harder so that his nail screeched and cracked under the pressure, he felt the pain that shouldn't exist, a pain that he lost when he became the dementor when the curse was placed, a mark left in the wall, carved deep into it.

He screamed and no words came, and he tried to cry but he had no eyes and he felt nothing. He wanted to be human again.

Sherlock huddled into a small ghostly heap on the floor, hugging his own lifeless form. He had been told that when he found his soulmate he would become human again but only if he kissed them, if they were his soulmate they would grow old together, if they weren't then their life would disappear like many others before.

He scratched his name into the floor, the pain shooting through his fingertips and the scabbed skin flaking to the floor like dust.

William Sherlock Scott Holmes

He then tried to sleep like he had when he was young but dementors don't sleep, they don't rest and powerful sources of happiness scare them away. He could remember the last time he laughed, Mycroft had been showing him a spell that made him float whilst being tickled and he was laughing along with his brother, squirming in the air as his brother suspended him above his bed smiling at his younger brother and then all he remembered was darkness and sad memories as a cruel wizard had made him into a ghost, made him watch misery and feed off it.