Harry Potter Fictober

Dementor

The worst thing about this place was the cold. It was so cold, all the time. You could never tell what season it was. Did seasons even pass here? Did time ever change? She sat in the corner, not even having the energy to try and warm herself up. 

What had she done to be here? She was a good person, she hadn't harmed anyone, she followed the laws, she did her best to be kind to others even if they weren't kind to her. She held the door for others, she didn't have a cross word for others. She kept to herself really. She wasn't a bad person. So why was she in this place? 

The room got colder and Tara pulled herself up, closing in on herself and turning to face the wall. She knew what was coming and didn't want to see it. She could already hear the screams. She had to live. Her godfather would save her, he had promised. In the mean time, she just had to live. 

Tara closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. She knew what they fed off of. They fed off of someone's happiness. Fed off their hope, so she had to squelch all thoughts of hope and happiness. An impossible feat for her. Tara was all about hope and happiness and they knew. That's why they kept coming back to her. They knew she'd be a meal. 

Tara felt the panic start to grip at her chest. It was why she had yet to receive the kiss of death. Others had already, they grew in numbers. Only a few joined their ranks, they had to wait until a new batch of muggle borns came in as a source of food. It's why Tara was there. Her father and mother were muggle borns. Her mother, Aureliana Doyle, was sent from Angola to Britain to live with friends of the family after the Angolan War of Independence. She had met and fell in love with Tara's father, David Doyle, and stayed after confirming the death of her parents. Tara was born shortly after. 

When she had been born, she showed signs of magic from a young age and the ministry had sent in someone to explain the world of magic to them and help them adjust, or just fix the messes she made. Kingsley Shacklebolt was surprised to see the young girl was able of such things from such a young age, tasked to watch over the family after the disappearance of Voldemort. She was a strongly emotional child and while he hadn't taken to her quickly, she had taken to him quickly. 

She would follow him around or stand by him while he tried his hardest to not acknowledge her, but instead acknowledge everything else, his auror training not allowing him to relax his guard, even in the presence of the young child who couldn't walk, let alone speak. Her parents always joked that she loved him more than them. Now they were gone, having been hunted by death eaters and murdered in front of her. Tara on the other hand, had been tried for being a muggle born. Well, not quite. She had been tried for "Stealing a wand and the magic of another witch." Which hadn't granted her death. Oh no, you see, her judge and juror, Dolores Umbridge, had a personal vendetta against her godfather.  

"A fate worse than death." She had called the punishment. She hadn't been wrong either. Tara curled up tighter as the raspy breathing drew closer and closer. More than one. Always more than one. They fed from her once a week which is how she was still alive, not being fed on daily like the others, no. She was special. She was someone who could feed multiple dementors at a time and keep them fed for a couple of days. The strong emotions from her saved her, yet damned her at the same time. 

The door creaked open and the temperature finally made Tara shiver. It was time. She didn't move from her spot as she listened to the sets of raspy breathing in the air. A grey-blue hand grabbed her shoulder and roughly yanked her to the side. Tara stared into the black cloak that hovered above her face and closed her eyes, thinking of happy times. A memory she was ok with becoming tainted. 

She thought back to her seventh birthday. Her parents were there and so was Kingsley. She was home schooled so she didn't have any friends her age, but she was a happy child anyways. Kingsley had brought her a present this time, a small broom she could ride around. Her parents agreed that he could take her for the day and he taught her to ride. He stayed close by, wand at the ready, prepared for the worst case in scenario. She could feel the emotions of the memory be sucked out of her. The once vivid colors changing at the edges, graying, before working their way in. The laughter from the memory could no longer be heard from Tara or Kingsley. Young Tara was the first to have the light from her cognac eyes snuffed. The joyous smile long gone. 

Then came Kingsley's turn. The bright colored robs he once had were washed clean in the memory, turned nothing, but grey hues. His once smiling face gone as the grey closed in the brown of his eyes. Then, nothing. 

Tara was dropped to the floor. She laid where she landed, no energy to move. The next dementor  came towards her and Tara was quick to pull up another memory she could bare to lose more than others. As she closed her eyes and waited, something new happened. Tara was oh-so-rudely dropped once again. The memory was still in color, but there were pained shrieks. Daring to open her eyes, Tara noticed a light for the first time where she lay. It was silvery-blue and circled her entire room. She pushed herself up with the last of her strength and looked around for the source. 

A lynx patronus came and sat by her head. It opened it's mouth before it disappeared. 

"I'm coming." Tara sat with her back on the wall and waited as another patronus came through the wall, this time a bunny. Tara curled around the bunny. Soon. Soon she'd be fine. 

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A/N: Kingsley Shacklebolt would be the best godfather in my mind and you can't change that. 

So Another imprisonment option given during the war for muggleborns that snatchers found was that they were sent to Azkaban. As Dolores Umbridge HATED Kingsley Shacklebolt, I figure her dooming someone to the dementors in hopes of them being given the Kiss of death. 

Kingsley Shacklebolt made a lot of reforms as Minister after the second war and one of them was about how Azkaban was guarded and driving out dementors, who were so easily converted, from the employment of the Ministry. 

Tara Doley is another OC. The Angolan War of Independence was a war waged against the Portuguese by the Angolan from 1961-1974. It was such a long war because the Angolan lead the way for other Portugal colonies fought as well. Messy business that war. It was a majority of guerrilla  warfare and 20,000 Angolans were killed in the first three months of the revolt. Pretty interesting war that isn't well learned about in American history, but it leads to OTHER Portugal colonial wars as well and America had a hand in some of these because of NATO.

Also, THIS CHAPTER WAS POSTED BEFORE MIDNIGHT! SO I'M NOT LATE! (11:59pm)!