"Mommy, what happened to the little dementor?" The little boy asked his mother.
"He died for what was right." She replied.
"But, why did he die?"
"Because he didn't eat happiness."
"But, why?
"Oh, darling, it's just a story, and it's getting late."
"Ok," the little boy said snuggling deeper into his covers.
His mother closed the book and turned off the lights. Just before she closed the door, Her son spoke up, "Mommy, someday I want to be just like the Little Dementor."
His mother smiled, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." the little boy replied before his mother closed the door.
She looked down at the book she had written, and a part of her wished her son could experience the wonder of magic like she had done, oh so many years ago.
~FIN~
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A/N:
That is the end. Sad I know. (Sorry)
Thank you so much for reading. It really does mean the world to me!
Look out for the sequel! The Brave Dementor
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The Little Dementor | Harry Potter
ספרות חובביםA Demetor is nothing but a creature that feeds on happiness and souls. Just like a mosquito that feeds on blood to live. [Not your typical Harry Potter fanfiction] © 2019, all rights reserved to Pinkstripedzebra Cover made by me
