Harry-Dementor

19- Actions Have Consequences

"This is so not how I wanted to do this," Harry groaned as he looked up at all the club members who were staring at him with identical looks of interest and expectation. Well, it was now or never…

With a deep breath in, Harry drifted slowly up from Jamie's body so as to not startle anyone. "Hi Harry," Ginny said dreamily to the dementor while everyone else freaked out.

With a shriek of surprise, Malfoy had disappeared behind Hestia leaving a few snowy feathers floating down from where he had been standing. "Does Malfoy have wings?!" Harry asked the group, temporarily forgetting they couldn't understand him.

"How in Helga's lacy bloomers did that happen!" David exclaimed, pushing Brook behind him protectively as she also tried to shove him behind her at the same time, which ended up with them both tugging at each other's arms.

"I thought you were a vampire…huh, guess I was way off," Eir chuckled and actually walked closer to Harry to get a better look. "I've never seen a dementor up close. Put that away!" She shoved aside the dagger that Harry had just now noticed Kara had at his throat. He wondered how he had missed that…oh well, it wouldn't have done anything anyway.

"Draco, I swear, if you don't let go of the back of my robes, I'll throw you to the dementor myself," Hestia huffed out with a roll of her eyes at the blond hiding behind her.

Neville cleared his throat authoritatively, only slightly diminished by the fact he was petting Jamie's hair. "Guys…Graham…our friend…?"

"Stop petting, Potter!" Draco protested, still behind Hestia, with a hint of something…frustration, or what Harry hoped for Neville's sake might be jealousy.

"This is Jamie, not Harry. That's Harry," Neville pointed to the dementor. "This is Jamie, the soulless shell/Harry-suit aka pseudo-teddy bear."

"Ok, so maybe I should have discouraged people from treating my former body as a pet or object. That's a bit weird," Harry grumbled but turned to the cabinet, putting a skeletal hand against the wood to feel the strength of the spells.

"Potter, you'll want to stop talking. It's very disconcerting," Snape warned him as several of the HSMC members looked a bit faint.

Harry would have rolled his eyes if he had any. He had his aura completely pulled in, so he didn't know what the others' deals were. It's not like he was sucking the joy out of the room or anything, plus they were all worried, so he wasn't too hungry anyway.

"Be safe, and bring Graham back, ok?" Neville said.

Harry nodded and grinned. "Back soon…" he mumbled quietly before stepping through the wood and spells surrounding the cabinet.

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This must be what it feels like to be tripping on drugs. Was Harry's very disconcerting thought as the broken spells of the cabinet seemed to turn his world upside down and pull him in all directions. It was like the floo and a portkey combined that got stuck in a loop. He really, really hoped that being a gargoyle helped Graham, because he was certain a normal human would have been splinched into several pieces. As a dementor, it took just a few seconds for him to push past the initial disorientation and stand strong with the spells hitting him like stormy ocean waves. It took several more seconds before he was able to almost swim through to his friend who was huddled in on himself in his gargoyle form with his eyes closed, probably trying to not throw up.

Thank Merlin his eyes are closed! Was Harry's next thought as a dementor swooping down on you in a whirlwind of spells and magic was probably the most terrifying thing that could happen to a person. The gargoyle's wings were thankfully wrapped around his squat and scaly form, but it was still an awkward shape. There wasn't anything Harry could grab onto with his hand.