The Child of Azkaban- DZ2 prompt challenge response

Prompt: Harry is saved from Privet Drive and raised under the care, protection and training of.. Dementors?

Rules: Dark-grey/Dark or Evil. Harry develops a special power as result of the Dementors training and protection. Heir/Lord of Azkaban stories preferred but not necessary. Allies must include Sirius AND Bellatrix even in Azkaban

Darkness.

For seven year old Harry James Potter darkness was something he was used to. He was kept in the dark both figuratively and literally. Unlike most kids who had a fear of the dark on some level, he welcomed it like a friend though he only knew the barest things about that topic- friends that is - by what he saw in primary school but never experienced first hand thanks to Dudley his cousin. Yet as he lay bleeding and hurt under the stairs where his 'room' was he felt a warmth envelop him in the pitch blackness. It was strange to him but he didn't dare to question it. Warmth was such a rare feeling that even if he was just imagining it he was not going to squander it over his mind overanalyzing it.

Outside the cupboard the electric lights flickered before shattering to glass shards. The windows began to frost over and crack as wraith like creatures circled the house. There was a calling that drew them here yet they did not know what it was. Not unlike ghosts they glided through the walls following the trail til the stopped at a wall and cocked their heads under their shrouds. Why would a wall in a non-magical place draw them here?

One of the wraiths, a smaller and younger one, let out a moaning like sound as a lock shattered before the wall opened revealing it was a room. Seeing the bleeding child inside the wraiths anger surfaced as it pointed upstairs for the others before pointing to itself and then the boy.

The other wraiths, older judging by their larger frames, turned their shroud covered heads and made a moaning comment to each other before heading upstairs. If there was one thing they understood was that when their daughter put her mind to something and put her foot down nothing stopped her. Not even they would be able to change her mind.

Even as the other two wraiths went upstairs the smaller one removed its shroud revealing a girl no older than eight. Her eyes were a shade of black that would make galaxy ending black holes jealous while her hair was a contrasting shade of polished silver. "Hey, its ok. You're safe now I promise" she said in a soft calm tone that could only be described as lyrical and sweet. She reached a hand in and gently placed it on the bleeding boys leg. "We're going to get you out of here."

Despite his senses telling him this little girl was unnatural and he shouldn't trust her Harry felt his body relax even more. The icy touch of her skin against the warmth that enveloped him mysteriously felt like it was meant to be and natural. The screams of his relatives upstairs jerked him upright. "Wh-what the bloody hell is going on?" he asked with only a split second stutter of surprise.

The girl smiled softly and knelt down so she was eye level with the boy. "My parents are dealing with the people who hurt you. When they're done they shall harm you no more" she said. "Do you have a name?"

Harry couldn't help a part of him thinking he liked this girls smile. She seemed so absolutely sincere and honest, a complete contrast to how his relatives treated him. He wanted to believe she was being honest that whatever her parents were doing would make the Dursleys stop hurting him but the cynical part of him that lurked in the darker recesses of his mind said he should believe it when he saw it. "Its rude to ask someones name before you give your own" he said reflexively remembering the "proper behavior" lessons physically beaten into him.

The girl frowned in thought for a moment. "Sorry, guess living among my own kind has its draw back I guess. I don't really have a name, none of us do. Wizards and witches treat my kind as little more than monsters" she said softly.

Harry kicked himself mentally and felt like a jerk seeing the look cross the girls face. She was far kinder in the minute she'd been talking to him than his relatives had in the entirety of the time he'd lived with them and he upset her. Though he had to admit to himself what she meant by her kind and this talk of wizards & witches made him cautious. Magic and other unnatural things were ingrained into his mind as bad, punishment worthy things. "I'm sorry." He moved a little closer to her but kept a little distance. "I know what its like to be treated like a monster.." he said quietly.

The girls frowned turned sad as her hand moved from the boys leg and clasped his hand in her own. "You aren't a monster" she said in a firm but kind voice. "You are a good soul or you try to be as best you can with the darkness they planted in your heart because of how they treated you."

Harry was surprised at the conviction she spoke with and the assertion she made of him. She wasn't wrong, he did try to be good but the dark part of him that was enjoying the sounds of their agony and pain would not be denied. "Yeah… I try." He squeezed her hand to try ridding of the look on her face. Such a sad yet frustrated look didn't deserve to be on such a pretty girl. A part of him near the dark cynical part in the back of his mind, a part that he wouldn't fully understand til he was free and older, reached out grasping onto something intangible that seemed to float in the air between them and intertwined it. "Harry Potter, my name is Harry Potter" he said relaxing when he saw the sad look disappear as she squeezed back.

Though neither child realized it at that moment, primarily because of the darkness that surrounded them, a black glow surrounded them and connected to the other.

The girl nodded her head committing his name to memory. "When my kind makes promises Harry Potter we keep them. You will be free and safe by the nights end" she said determinedly closing the disance and sat beside him.

Harry froze stiff like a board as the girl released his hand in favor of hugging him. He'd never been hugged and wasn't sure how to react. Well, he'd seen how others reacted by returning it since it was supposed to be a warm gesture of either affection or care but he'd never been touched positively before.

The girl seemed to pick up on this and the sad look returned as she pressed as close as possible to him and squeezed a tiny bit tighter. "I swear on my life I'm not going to hurt you" she said resting her head on Harrys shoulder. She could hear his heart racing in his chest even though the look on his face was a sort of calm that was unnatural for someone their age.

With the hesitancy of an abused child, for he was just that, Harry slowly returned the hug. It was feather light at first, he barely had his arms around her, but with a little encouraging his grasp tightened. "I believe you." For a few minutes the two sat in silence, the only sound between them being their breathing and the screams from upstais. "If you don't have a name… do you mind if I give you one? At least so I have something to call you. We both know what its like to be called an it or a thing… and you've been the only nice person I've met to just treat me like a person. I don't want to.."

The girl turned her head a little. "If you want to you can. I understand what you are trying to say Harry Potter" she said with a soothing and warm gaze.

"You don't have to use my full name, you can just call me Harry" the raven haired boy said gently turning a strand of silver hair around his finger without much thought.

The girl shivered a little and nuzzled her face into Harrys shoulder at the action. It was done without any real consideration but it felt… it felt good. He wasn't doing anything untoward, they were both children and therefore lacked that kind of knowledge to begin with, but the small gesture was something she'd seen her dad do with her mom- toy with her hair gently. It was a warm affectionate sign of care.

Green eyes shot down with concern feeling the girl shiver. "Are you alright Angel?" Harry asked automatically letting her go to grab his ratty blanket and draped it over her. There were holes and it retained heat like a dribble glass with a gigantic hole in the bottom did water but he wasn't about to let her be cold.

Black eyes looked up and blinked slowly. "Angel?" she asked softly.

Hearing her say it out loud made Harry blush and he was thankful for the darkness hiding it. "Y..yeah, I mean if you like it… People say that everyone has an angel to watch over and help them. I.. I don't know why you or your parents showed up here tonight. I don't know how you got in to help. I don't want to know what they did to my aunt, uncle and cousin… but you sitting here, talking to me and just.. Just being here, it means a lot" he said, his words stopped at several points so not to stutter more and look a complete fool.

The girl giggled softly and repeated it several time before she leaned up kissing Harrys cheek softly. "I do like it" she said as her head went back to resting on his shoulder. "Its nice to be appreciated Harry. We're treated like animals and monsters that even if its just one person to see we aren't it makes me happy."

By the time the two other wraiths, shrouds over their arms revealing a pair of tall adults- a man who appeared in his fourties with bright silver hair and the same eyes as Angel while the woman had long mahogany colored hair with ocean blue eyes-, got back down they saw the two kids huddled close together. While their daughter spoke quietly to the boy while embracing him they noted he seemed content with her so close and being the one to speak more. The woman stepped forward and knelt down. "It's time to leave kids" she said with a voice as kind as her daughters.

"His name is Harry mom" Angel said shifting her gaze to her parents.

Harry shied slightly into Angel as her mother looked at him. "Where are we going?" he asked after a moment of the girl rubbing his arm in reassurance.

"Where you should have been all along my prince, the home of your ancestors" the man replied as he took a long look at the boy. He was beaten and would require a lot of work to not only instill a sense of confidence & strength but the dark magic that existed within the aura surrounding the boy was unmistakable.

"What my mate means" the woman said making patient come closer motions at the kids "is its time to go home. Your real home where your subjects await the return of the last rightful Lord and your last blood family truly resides."

Harry gnawed his lip for a moment before escaping Angels grasp and stood. Looking between the adults and the girl looking at him with nothing but warmth & promise he offered her a hand. "Lets go home Angel" he said grasping her hand in his own gently but with a very subtle undertone of possessive protectiveness that would only become clear to them later on.

By time anyone came to check on the Dursleys, mundane or magical, it would be too late. The muggle family would be long dead, the evidence of abuse would be plain as day and the search for the abused child who was forced to live under the stairs would yield no results. It would be as if the child disappeared without a trace.

Harrys first view of the island Angels parents called Azkaban brought ominous shivers down his spine. The presence of the island was ominous in and of itself but the fortress there that he was told was a prison for the worst criminals in the magical world didn't help the edge that was slowly making itself known in the very slight opening & clenching of his hands.

Angel noticed this before her parents and took both of Harrys hands in her own squeezing them gently. "None of them can hurt you Harry. I promised you safety. My parents promised you safety" she stressed in a soft caring tone. "My kind are called Dementors remember? We feed off the bad people here. If they tried to hurt you they wouldn't be able to escape the cells that block their magic since half of them are nothing more than skin and bones. Even if they did escape their cells we outnumber the prisoners a hundred to one and my parents are basically the King & Queen of my kind. No Dementor on the island would think to disobey them without risking their own lives. No prisoner would ever get close enough to touch you. Not without your choosing and enough of my kind to protect you from the prisoner getting out of hand."

The older Dementors watched the two kids a few feet behind them. While their young prince was certainly what many would call a monumental work in progress, there was a small foundation to work with. Whatever their daughter, Angel as Harry had given her a name she seemed to like, had said to him created a channel of trust between them even if only fledgling at best right now.

Harry nodded slowly and squeezed Angels hand once before he let go of only one of her hands, the other he kept a grasp on and pulled her in close. The coolness of her skin, the feel of her pressing against him eased the metaphorical panic rat running around his brain as he felt her free hand envelope his hand holding onto her other one. "You and your parents I trust… Its everyone else I don't" he said with a slight frown.

"Hey! Who are yo-"

Angels father turned his gaze to a group of wizards wearing official Ministry of Magic badges. A snap of his fingers and the wizards were surrounded by Dementors freezing them in place. "What would like me to do with them my prince?" he asked turning his head to look at Harry.

"If there are people here who do not belong here I want them gone. This is my home, our home, and I will not tolerate univited house guests" Harry said mustering enough courage to sound convincingly stern.

Both parents shared a malicious smile. "If they resist, what shall we do with them?" Angels mother asked.

"Your choice so long as they are removed."

Angels dad turned his gaze back to his fellow Dementors. "You heard Prince Azkaban, remove the filth from his land now!" the man barked with dark glee in his eyes.

Angel hid her face in Harrys neck shivering lightly.

Harry freed his hand and enveloped Angel completely in his embrace as the first screams arose. Before the end of the night both children would lay in the same bed within the master suite, Angel curled up in Harrys embrace like he was protecting her, as he stroked her hair. No one would ever lay a hand on Angel or speak ill of her. Not only was she the first to treat him as human but she understood what it felt like to be treated an 'it', a 'thing'. It would be a Siberian snowstorm in the heart of hell before he allowed it to happen. "Get some rest Angel" he said in a quiet voice as he rested his chin on top of her head.

Angel mumbled something into Harrys chest.

"I'll be here when you wake up. I promise I will" Harry said as he tightened his grasp a little.

"You're taking this all a lot better than my parents probably could've hoped for" Angel said through a yawn and nuzzling him.

"I don't know what it means to be a Prince or whats expected of me Angel. Its actually scaring me because I don't want to fail now that I'm free to be me… whoever or whatever I am" Harry said. "But they said I had family here so I'm not as scared. I have a friend in you and your parents offered to teach me to defend myself. They offered to show me what I'll be expected to do eventually." He was quiet a moment. "I have a purpose now Angel.. Something I've never had in my life before. Its all I need and nothing" his eyes glowed crimson with a gold rim around them unknowingly for a split second as he glared out the window at the rising sun "will keep me from it."

"Its all we need" Angel corrected letting her eyes close completely. The warmth Harry exuded was nice and the soft beat of his heart was almost a lullaby on her ears.

"Us?" Hary asked casting his gaze down to Angel.

"You said you had a friend in me Harry. That means I'm going to stand by your side every step of the way to help you where I can. That is what friends are meant to do right?" she asked tilting her head just a little to open one eye and meet his gaze.

Harry didn't answer for a moment as he pondered the question. After a minute he nodded slowly and shifted the blanket to cover them both, the storm grey silk bearing the Azkaban coat of arms almost as warm as he himself was. "Nothing will keep us from that purpose" he amended.

Angel hummed happily at that for a moment closing her eye again. Not too long after that she felt Harry fall asleep, his grip loosened slightly but keeping her close. This thought brought a warmth to her cold dark soul as she herself fell asleep content to have a friend that she could relate to that wasn't another child Dementor.

Outside the master suite both older Dementors shared a look, the woman smiling a tiny bit while her mate looked thoughtful. "I do believe our Prince has chosen his future Queen my love" she said tapping her fingers together thoughtfully.

"Only time will tell dearest. The bond they formed is not set in stone. If I had to pin it down its more an empathetic bond and not the slightest romantic. Kindred souls as the mundane humans would say" the male said drumming the fingers of his right hand on the palm of left. "If the bond develops as a mate one I will talk to them both when the time is right but for now we let them be kids. Tutor them, show them how to defend themselves and each other for I do think they will be doing a lot of it in the years to come.."

The woman noticed her mates tenseness and embraced him nuzzling her face against his chest. "Our Prince will not let harm come to her my love. He is already enamored by her. True it is but innocent care now but I am willing to bet you their bond will become one of like yours and mine. That he is meant for our daughter and she meant for him. Two halves of one soul united" she said quietly.

The man silently embraced her and rested his chin. "Maybe.. At the very least they have someone to rely on no matter what happens" he said looking out determinedly to the stormy weather that encompassed the island.

A/N: So this is a story drabble that I put in my Proving Grounds and after a little thought I realized like some of my others stories who have recently gotten update I could turn it into a good story. Theres also no small part due to the review from a friend and fellow author I respect very much. So yeah, DZ you have helped another story come to life my friend!

On a more serious note, to the dickweed spamming my reviews with negative bullshit accusing me off stealing "their creature", and you know who you are, I got three thjngs to say to you. One, go eat a dick. If you don't like the content, such as calling Harry/Aleksander in Dragon On Ice a " soyboy", don't fucking read it it. I'm not holding a gun to your head to read it am I? Number two, I think you're a coward. Using a review to attack a friend and author I respect? You're a pathetic coward to attack them using my story as an intermediary between you and then. Number three and most importantly, READ YOUR DAMN PMs! I messaged at the end of January and again a few days ago about the subject.

With that tirade out of the way, there is one last thing to be issued. THIS A WARNING TO ALL READERS qTHAT IN ADDITION TO THE TORRENT OF UPDATES THAT ARE GOING TO BE COMING OUT I WILL BE BRINGING BACK STORIES THAT ARE ON MY OTHER FORMER ACCOUNT I LOST ACCESS TO, DIFFERENT DIMENSION DEMON. I WON'T BRING BACK ALL MY STORIES FROM THAT ACCOUNT BUT VERY SELECT ONES ONES OVER TIME.

THESE STORIES WILL BE:
-Vengeful Angel
-The Sound of Magic
-Twisted Threads of Fate
-Out of The Crucible: Rebirth of an Alpha
-Trials By Fire: a fiends redemption
-Watch The Skies