Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter XXIV

Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts Grounds, Unplottable Location, Scotland, Great Britain

Thursday the 9th of September 1993

1:40 PM

"Stupid soul-feeding. Damn unnatural..." hissed the Malfoy Heir. He kicked the nearest tree and sighed as he wandered the Forbidden Forest, searching for a dementor. He had left class ten minutes earlier and he wasn't in the mood to go back. Not after they had seen that he feared himself.

Not after Weasley had seen that it had been him who had saved those in their compartment from the beginning of the year.

"No...I doubt that Weasley realizes that it was me. I didn't even really look at him so I don't think he got a good look at my face. Ah, that's good. Very good. I wonder how Princess is holding up" Draco said to himself. He knew deep down that talking to oneself was considered a trait of the insane but he was okay with that.

He was crazy and that was all good and all that rot.

Draco let out a rattling call before pulling up his silver dementor cloak. He was going to suck one of those with a lot of souls dry. He didn't want to have to feed for another few months. But he knew that wouldn't be the case.

The Malfoy Heir knew that he was going to have to feed everyday in a few years. Because the growing necromancy power inside him was calling for more and more souls. It had to keep growing until he reached maturity. It would destroy him if he didn't and he needed to feed to maintain all that stupid growth. But he would tell himself that he's going to be okay and tha the wouldn't have to feed so he could make everything seem less real to him.

He hated this. And he always would.

"Here, dementor. Draco needs food..." Draco sighed. There was answering rattle and then all of a sudden a dementor was all up in his face, trying to scare him.

Draco didn't even flinch. The junior necromancer was just highly bored. The dementor tried to grab him by the face to suck out a soul.

Draco answered with a rattling sound that meant 'back the hell off'.

This surprised the dementor and actually got it to listen to him. He actually took the time to look at him, even if it didn't have eyes. It felt his emotions that he had carefully put in check. He wanted to be less human when approaching dementors. He didn't fancy getting his twisted soul sucked out. It'd probably destroy the dementor who sucked it out. It was so tainted that it had 'rewarded' him with the use of the Blackest Art. Well one of them. There were really Five Black Arts but it didn't really matter to him. Only one.

Necromancy.

Draco pulled back the hood of the dementor and pulled it to him in one swift movement and then all but latched his mouth onto it. He never would. I was way below him and way too gross to do. He would not Kiss this dementor.

"The souls you have...they're mine" Draco said, quietly. The dementor seemed to understand as it started to squirm. Draco took in a rattling breath and suddenly the dementor withered underneath him. Draco watched as the souls floated out slowly. Draco latched his mouth onto the disgusting dementor's mouth, sucking the souls out much quicker.

The dementor was dust when he was finished.

Hogwarts, Unplottable Location, Scotland, Great Britain