Uncles Moony and Padfoot

Chapter 1: Dementor

Pairings: Draco/Harry because they are my OTP.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. J.K ROWLING DOES.

"An intense cold swept over them all. Harry felt his own breath catch in his chest. The cold went deeper than his skin. It was inside his chest, it was inside his very heart...

Harry's eyes rolled up into his head. He couldn't see. There was a rushing in his ears as though of water. He was being dragged downward, the roaring growing louder...

And then, from far away, he heard screaming, terrible, terrified, pleading screams. He wanted to help whoever it was, he tried to move his arms, but couldn't...a thick fog was swirling around him, inside him"

(Prisoner of Azkaban, pages 83-84)

Harry was aware of soft voices close by, whispering softly as to not disturb him. He struggled to open his eyes, only to find out that he couldn't. The darkness weighed heavily on him, as if someone was holding him down. He found he could not move at all, and so he turned his attention to the voices.

"-bad idea, having Dementors at the school, honestly Albus!"

"Obviously Harry would be affected the most, he has experienced countless horrors, him being only a boy."

Harry strained to hear more and then he heard the voice he had not heard in twelve long years. The voice of Remus Lupin, his Uncle Moony.

Harry felt a wave of happiness flood throughout his body as he relished in his Uncle's voice. He was surprised he was at the school, maybe he was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Harry was starting to believe that position was jinxed. His first year Defense Professor had Voldemort in his turban, and the second oblivated himself. He wondered vaguely what would happen this year.

"He just needs rest, and some chocolate when he wakes up." Harry recognized the voice of the Hogwarts Healer Madame Pomprey and realized that he was at Hogwarts. 'When did I get here?' he thought to himself. 'How did I get here?'

"May I stay with him for a bit?" Moony asked, and Harry could feel his eyes on him. Harry longed to acknowledge his Moony, but he was still frozen, incapable of even the slightest movement.

"Just tell me when he wakes." Was the Healer's response, and Harry heard three sets of footsteps leave the room. Harry heard a soft sigh from Remus and felt him take his motionless hands in his rough ones and rubbed circles into his. That was enough for Harry to finally open his eyes.

Everything was blurred, but Harry clearly saw the man beside his bed. He took the moment to study his Moony.

He had light brown hair, that was flecked with grey, and had a small brown moustache. His eyes, though facing downwards, were green and showed wisdom, and worry. He looked to be around his early thirty's, and his clothing was shabby and worn, with patches in some parts.

But the most particular part about him was the scars on his face. Two red gashes lined his face, and they were the most prominent feature of his face. Harry worried about how he got those scars.

Harry smiled, and mentally prepared himself to meet his Uncle.

And then he spoke.

"Uncle Moony."

Shocked green eyes met his own. 

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