A field of flowers, the sun shining brightly overhead. Butterflies fluttered among the flowers and a rabbit hopped among the grass.

"GAH!" A girl screamed. She had black eyes and silver-black hair with a white streak. She was sitting upright in a bed lined with ornate skeletons. She was still breathing heavily as she remembered her nightmare. It was just a dream, it couldn't hurt her. She tried to reassure herself as she stared at the bars surrounding her, trying to calm down. She was where those blinding colours will never touch her. Where those weird creatures will never find her. She was at home. She was in Azkaban, like always. She sighed and walked over to a screen and pulled on a black shirt with a white heart and a grey skirt with a white under layer. She also put on black shoes. She walked over to the front of Azkaban, where Patronuses were everywhere. She peeked into the kitchens and was handed warm porridge by the cook, "Here, Dementa. Long day today." He said gruffly. No one was positive in Azkaban. No one lasted long either, they stayed for a week at best, a day at worst. Some only took the job because of the impossibly high wages. Seven galleons a week, she had heard. Dementa wasn't her real name. She didn't have one. She was a Reflector, who had ended up in Azkaban.

Reflectors were magical beings, like wizards and Muggles, except they hid from wizards and Muggles both. Reflectors were born in eggs. They would be left in random places, the Reflectors would then absorb the characteristics of their surroundings and hatch once the absorption process was complete. Reflectors had an odd kind of magic which would only work when focussed through a familiar object. These objects were always related in someway to their birthplace. Most parents kept their eggs close, making sure they don't get hurt. But somehow, she had gotten into Azkaban, so there she stayed.

It wasn't a bad bargain, she rather liked Azkaban. She did reflect it after all. She knew it was odd, but she specifically reflected Dementors. It meant that she could see emotions like a Dementor and switch from Dementor to human forms. That and she slightly understood what the Dementors said and the Dementors tended to follow her instructions. Coupled with the fact that the Dementors didn't affect her in the least made her pretty comfortable here.

She screamed as she fell, porridge splattering everywhere. She turned to see what she had tripped over. It was a shaggy thing, with four legs and a weird wagging thing. She looked at it curiously before calling a Dementor over. "What is this called?" She asked it. The Dementors shifted silently. "A Grimm? What's a Grimm?" She asked looking down at the beast. The Dementor floated away as she bent over. "You shouldn't be here, Grimm. Are you a stowaway?" The Grimm barked, and she smiled. Then she lifted it effortlessly and carried it outside. A small, rickety dock had been crafted beside the huge graveyard for all the people who had died in Azkaban. A boat was tied there. "That's the supply boat. Every week it brings food to the island. Get on it, then you'll be back home, Grimm." The Grimm licked her and hurried out to board it. She grinned and walked inside to get another bowl of porridge.

One week later:

There was a huge hubbub in Azkaban. Apparently, the Minister of Magic was coming to Azkaban. She didn't do much, just urged the Dementors to not freak out because of all the Patronuses. She was right, when Minister Fudge arrived, she could barely see him through all the Patronuses cast to protect him. He did a quick tour of the prison, then went inside what he called the audience chamber. A jailer nudged her, "He wants to talk to you." She gulped and walked into the room. Fudge was still seated there, so she timidly sat on one of the stools, trying to ignore the twoPatronuses prowling around. "You understand that the highly wanted Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban?" He asked, she shook her head,

"The jailers don't tell me anything and the Dementors don't know anything about it."

Fudge sighed, "Well, Dementa. We need to secure Hogwarts Castle with Dementors. You will be required to go with them."

Dementa gulped, "M-me?"

He nodded impatiently, "Yes, you. It has been arranged that you take a few classes as well." She looked down, "I don't have books, ingredients, inks..." Fudge interjected, "A Reflector has been contacted to help you procure the items you need to cast spells and whatnot."

She nodded and looked down, "Do I have permission to leave?" She asked. Fudge nodded, "Yes, yes, leave."

She walked down the corridors of the that had been her home for thirteen years. She didn't know what to expect, but it was bound to be very different from her home. She didn't like different but she was expected to leap at the chance to be free, so her first look at the outside world would be a few days later, where she would go get stuff with another Reflector.

The days passed quickly and before she knew it, she was on the supply boat to the mainland and learning all kinds of things. One of the first things she learned was that the boat wasn't a boat, it was a submarine, which sank into the sea and appeared in a cove mere minutes later. When she exited the cove, the wizards Apparated away. She met up with a young girl somewhere around her age. She had bright orange hair with a white tip, tied up in a ponytail. Plus, she had a tail and fox ears. She blinked, she had never met her kind but this was not what she was expecting. "Hi there! I'm Vinny! Who're you?" The strange girl asked. She stared even more. "You've got four ears." She stammered.

Vinny grinned brightly, "That's because I'm a fox Reflector. Most of my family is, but who are you?"

She looked around the entrance of the cove, "They call me Dementa."

Vinny tut-tutted, "That's not a name, that's a label! We need to get you a better one."

Then Vinny took her by the hand and pulled her into the sun. She felt completely blinded, the heat and light to much after all those years in damp semi-darkness. But Vinny didn't seem to notice and gave her a pair of sunglasses. "How about Sally?" Vinny said.

"What?" She asked and Vinny shrugged,

"You know, for your name."

She shook her head, "Perhaps something that starts with a D." As Vinny continued to think, they came to a small jewelled hive, tucked away in one of the many trees. Vinny pressed a jewel at the base and there was a crack and the two zapped inside. It was a huge vaulted room. At the bottom most benches were kept along with little stands and stalls creating a little plaza. But the ramp swirled upwards lining the open storefronts. She shook her head, trying to regain balance. Vinny, however, seemed used to this and cheerfully glanced over to her, "Dove?" She shook her head. "Daphne?" Another shake. The two walked over to a nearby store. Vinny opened it. "First, do you know how Reflector magic works?" She shook her head. Vinny sighed, "Reflector magic works like this: Beginners of the art use familiar objects to focus their magic through. If an aqua Reflector was to be a beginner, she would need the specific charm containing water from the water body they were born near. But more specific ones, like tiger Reflectors or mine Reflectors can use basically anything related to their field to focus."

She nodded, "I get it. So I fall into the second category, don't I?"

Vinny smiled, "There we go! Now, Dana?" The name was once again rejected. She studied the store, it was wildly decorated with various things. In the very center a bubbling fountain stood, surrounded by ornate bottles. At the base, where the water didn't drop, little pots of powder were kept, each marked with labels like 'Pearl' and 'Seaweed'. Ornate hourglasses were lining the counters and a huge flickering flame she recognized as Fiendfyre was crackling merrily, surrounded by a few candles and stuff. A fir tree was in one corner, lit up by the glowing powders. She glanced over all these and her eyes immediately caught the one unlit corner of the largely cluttered store. She hurried over to it to take a closer look. The place was mostly dark, with a few glowing amulets providing light. A wizened old woman walked up to her, "Hey, kiddo. Did you want something from here?" She nodded.

"I'm a Dementor Reflector." She explained.

The woman cackled, "Tough one. Here let me help you choose." She pointed upwards, "Lumos." An overhead light turned on. She hobbled over to the glowing amulets, "Behold! Patronuses in a pendant!"

The girl shivered, "No thanks." The woman shrugged and walked over to a jagged tooth hanging from a chain.

"A basilisk charm. Fossilized, hexed and free of venom. How about it?" She shook her head, so the woman sighed, "What is it you want?"

She thought into it then answered, "I really don't think pendants are my style."

The woman nodded understandingly, "Wands! That's what you need!" She pointed to a display case full of wands, "Basilisk fang. Snakeweed. Werewolf fur. Vampire heartstring. Anything that calls to you?"

She knitted her eyebrows but shook her head, "I'm looking for something heavy and strong."

The woman smiled and hurried over to a shelf. She pulled out a staff from it, "The core is the arm of an Inferi, the metal from a helmet carried by a Kappa and some few bars of metal from Azkaban. The center is unicorn horn and Basilisk fang kissed by Dementors. Will you take it?"

She hesitated, before tenderly touching the staff. It was huge and obviously heavy but for her it was light as a feather. Despite it being mostly metal, it felt warm in her hands. "I'll take it."

The crone grinned and clapped her hands, "Wonderful! That'll be twenty roots." She hesitated, what were roots? Vinny, however came to her rescue. She handed the crone two copper bars with the word ten emblazoned on them along with roots and a tiny ruby. She grabbed the staff and walked out. Vinny grinned at her, "So while you were gone, I thought of the perfect name; Demi!"

She smiled, "Demi? I like it!"

Vinny grinned excitedly at Demi, "So its official. You're Demi, beginning Dementor Reflector!"

Author notes: So this is the beginning. Demi and the Reflectors are original characters for this fanfic.