Harry nodded. It wasn't a definite answer, but he was relieved at the idea that Hermione wasn't actually here. Still... he found himself wanting her advise.
At the mention of a dementor Harry's eyes grew more serious. He could worry about Hermione on his own time, right now he needed to know about the dementor. "You did? Where was it? Is everyone okay?" He looked at Kairi and made the choice not to candy-coat the truth just because she was a girl. "A dementor is something from my world. They used to guard the prision of my country, but they've always been evil. They feed off of every good thought, feeling and memory and leave you with nothing but the most horrible experiences of your life. The first time I met one, I remembered the night my parents were murdered and passed out from the experience." That had been the first time he had ever remembered hearing his mother's voice. His mother... the woman who had seen him yesterday. He shoved that aside and focused on explaining.
"When they've taken everything good out of you, they kiss you and devour your soul. They don't kill you, but what's left isn't really you. You're just a shell. There is a charm that can protect you from them. It's... sort of an expression of all the good thoughts and feelings inside of you, because it cannot feel sadness the dementor can't hurt it. Casting it... requires a wand, which I haven't had since the day I got here," he said that part quietly since he didn't want the wrong people to know he was defenseless. "And a lot of concentration and will. Chocolate counters the weakness and cold feeling that comes over you when you're around the dementor, but it doesn't really protect you against it or fight it off."
It was weird, to hear him say the words that Remus had taught him, knowing that Remus was dead now. But then... Snape had died too, and so had his parents, and they were all brought back in this place. Maybe Remus could too.
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At the mention of a dementor Harry's eyes grew more serious. He could worry about Hermione on his own time, right now he needed to know about the dementor. "You did? Where was it? Is everyone okay?" He looked at Kairi and made the choice not to candy-coat the truth just because she was a girl. "A dementor is something from my world. They used to guard the prision of my country, but they've always been evil. They feed off of every good thought, feeling and memory and leave you with nothing but the most horrible experiences of your life. The first time I met one, I remembered the night my parents were murdered and passed out from the experience." That had been the first time he had ever remembered hearing his mother's voice. His mother... the woman who had seen him yesterday. He shoved that aside and focused on explaining.
"When they've taken everything good out of you, they kiss you and devour your soul. They don't kill you, but what's left isn't really you. You're just a shell. There is a charm that can protect you from them. It's... sort of an expression of all the good thoughts and feelings inside of you, because it cannot feel sadness the dementor can't hurt it. Casting it... requires a wand, which I haven't had since the day I got here," he said that part quietly since he didn't want the wrong people to know he was defenseless. "And a lot of concentration and will. Chocolate counters the weakness and cold feeling that comes over you when you're around the dementor, but it doesn't really protect you against it or fight it off."
It was weird, to hear him say the words that Remus had taught him, knowing that Remus was dead now. But then... Snape had died too, and so had his parents, and they were all brought back in this place. Maybe Remus could too.