"Now I know why you threatened me with Winky," Harry said quietly to Dobby who nodded and hugged him around his middle, sad that he had been injured. "Dobby, please ask them if they know what happened to me, and why I'm a dementor now."
After Dobby translated, Dumbledore and Snape both shook their heads in confusion. "I've never heard of this happening," Snape told them both.
"I haven't either," Dumbledore added. "I must admit that my knowledge of dementors is limited. I never figured out for certain why they were so attracted you in your third year either. It would have helped if I knew the house elves could translate. This seems unprecedented though."
Harry nodded. "That's what I've decided from the books I've read," he told them through Dobby.
"I'll do some research myself," the headmaster offered. "I hate to say it…but it may be a good idea to talk to a dementor, my boy. I doubt they can do anything more to you now that your soul is no longer in your body."
"That would necessitate him going to Azkaban," Snape raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Personally, I refuse to accompany him if that is your next misguided suggestion."
"It was not," Dumbledore assured his spy. "I will go with him myself if he should decide to go, but it's Harry's decision."
Harry looked between the two and sighed. Everything kept coming back around to that. He would eventually need to talk to a dementor. "I'll think about it," was the best he could offer. "I'm not going to the Dursleys though. I didn't have the best control over my aura when this first happened to me, and I think they reached their fear limit by the end of the summer."
"Is Sirius affected by your presence?" Dumbledore asked with a nod, understanding a little more now.
Harry shook his head. "I got my aura under control before I left Surrey. It's bloody uncomfortable for me, but Sirius doesn't seem affected."
Harry drifted back towards Jamie and picked up the body once more. He felt better rested and less unwell than he had when they had entered the office but still groggy. "Headmaster…you aren't going to tell anyone are you?" Harry asked with a grimace. "Especially Sirius?"
Dumbledore sighed and looked sadly at the Harry-coated dementor in front of him. "Harry, I think it best that as few people as possible know of this, especially Sirius."
"Absolutely!" Harry nodded emphatically. Snape just snorted, but seemed to be in agreement, so that's how Harry took it. "It's almost Jamie's bedtime, and you two have an Order meeting, right?" Harry prompted.
"Ah, yes, right," Dumbledore nodded and seemed to snap out of his somber thoughts. "Severus, I think based on this new information we can discontinue the guard duty at the ministry. I only had them posted to keep Voldemort from luring Harry into a trap. If he can't access Harry's mind…and well, since Harry is now also a dementor, I don't see the point. If Voldemort goes himself, one Order member will make no difference."
"Albus, you know I never agreed the guard detail was necessary in the first place," Snape glared.
"Er, so don't get lured into any traps at the ministry, got it," Harry grinned at them both. "What's at the ministry?"
"That's a conversation for another day. It is well past curfew now," Dumbledore smiled at him with his eyes twinkling once more. "And Harry, I'm so sorry for what you've been through, but I'm glad you're handling it so well. You truly are a remarkable young man."
Harry shrugged in embarrassment. "I have good days and bad days. With the blood quill gone, maybe there will be more good days now."
Dumbledore looked at him with sad and regretful eyes. "Dobby, would you be so kind as to escort Mr. Potter to Gryffindor Tower?
"Yes, sir, Headmaster Dumblydore, sir!" Dobby gave him a little salute and pulled Harry towards the door, which was much harder to do when he wasn't floating.
"I'll hold you to that future conversation, sir," Harry called back as a pushy elf shut the door behind them. "Well, that went better than expected," he commented to Dobby, fully aware the men were still talking about him back in the office and very curious about it.
"Harry Potter is spending tonight with Dobby and Winky in the kitchens," he ordered.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Dobby, sir," Harry smiled at him, getting the elf to laugh as they continued to the tower.
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