Secrets of the Innocent
âWhat if he were innocent?â Nightmares have been plaguing Anya Bartonâs dreams as she deals with the fallout of her previous year at Hogwarts. Meanwhile, mass-murderer Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban to hunt down Harry Potter. Unfortunately for both Anya and Harry, Black is the one puzzle capable of explaining the circumstances behind Cassie Bartonâs death.
(The Barton Saga, Book Three) (slight OC/Harry Potter)
Warning: Rated T for language, violence, vague mentions of adult themes such as psychological abuse, toxic relationships, and depression. Please read at your own discretion. Feel free to message me for more details.
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Chapter ElevenâDementors, Oh My!
Summary: Anya and Harryâs first encounter with dementors goes as well as youâd expect.Â
"It's a miracle Mr. Potter did not receive the same treatment," he said, and I snorted.
"He wasn't the one screaming."
No, Harry had fainted. The effect of the dementor had been so harsh on him his body couldn't handle it. After snapping me out of my panic attack, everyone had unanimously decided that Ginny wake Harry up, less Hermione knock him out for a longer period. And when he did come around, Harry had asked about a woman screaming.
"That was Anya. She had a worse reaction than youâ" Hermione said.
But Harry shook his head. "No. It wasn't Anya, it was a woman."
"Harry," said Neville tentatively, "nobody but us was here. The dementor fixated on you and it touched Anya."
At that, Harry swung to his feet to peer at me outside the compartment. Ron was rubbing my back awkwardly while I retched on an empty stomach.
"You touched it?"
"Its cloak touched my leg," I groaned, leaning on the window heavily with my forehead. "Oh my God, I think I'm gonna vomit again."
And here I was. My stomach and throat ached, my body felt weak, and I was getting dizzy again.
Important life lesson to remember: never touch a dementor.
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