"It's what I call my Harry-suit," the dementor explained. "It's what's left over from the me from before. He's a bit like my pet, I guess. Look…you'll understand in a minute," Harry finished as he continued to see confused looks turned his way. Harry took a deep breath and shot one last pleading look Dumbledore's way before releasing Jamie and floating up from the body.
Before he could blink (if he had eyes), Snape was standing with his wand trained on the dementor, but Dumbledore just looked at him like he'd been delivered a terminal prognosis from a healer. "I don't feel his aura, and the room hasn't gotten any colder," Snape remarked as he glared at the creature. "Are we sure that's Potter…frankly, are we sure that's a dementor?"
Harry really wished he could roll his eyes, but instead impatiently motioned to Jamie who was slumping over and about to fall off the chair. The Potions Professor automatically reached out a hand and straightened the soulless teen back up onto the chair. At that Dumbledore finally stood and started casting diagnostic charms at Jamie. "He seems to be asleep," the headmaster remarked.
Snape joined him in casting diagnostic charms while the dementor was ignored in the corner. "His health appears to be good," the professor commented.
"A bit anemic though," Dumbledore added.
"That would be the blood quill," Snape nodded.
Harry cursed his dementor vocal chords as he didn't appreciate being ignored. Yes, Jamie was quite the anomaly, but he was Harry and Jamie was just the shell. They seemed less than concerned about his current state of being and more concerned about the Harry-suit. While Dumbledore and Snape muttered together about what might have happened (and not including Harry), he finally had enough. "Dobby!" Harry called out in a screech, making both men jump.
The house elf popped into the office, causing another jump of surprise from the men. Dobby's eyes widened as he took in the situation. "How can Dobby help you Harry Potter, sir?"
Harry sighed in relief, then he unconsciously pulled out the tube of lip balm he kept in his magical dementor robes next and applied it. He crossed his arms and tried to glare at the men who were sending a wave of shocked amusement his direction. "Dobby, would you mind acting as translator for me for just a few minutes?"
"Yes sir. Dobby is going to translate," the house elf told the older men.
"You can understand him, Dobby? A dementor?" Dumbledore asked in amazement.
"House elvses understand all languages, Headmaster Dumblydore, sir," Dobby explained simply.
"Great, Dobby, would you tell those two prats that I'd like to be included in this conversation and that I'm still bloody well a person even if I'm a dementor," Harry angrily screeched at the two.
"He was less annoying as the brat," Snape winced as the screeches grated on his vampire ears.
Dobby glared at him. "Harry Potter, sir, says he is…Sir, I can't say that…" Dobby looked at him in a wave of embarrassment. Harry crossed his arms and tried to glare at the house elf next. The little elf sighed and turned back to the men. "Fine, Harry Potter, sir, says that he's still bloody well a person even if he's a dementor and wants to be included in this conversation."
"I'm sorry, my boy," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in amusement. "We just got so caught up in the fact that your body was still alive without a soul in it. Normally they would have died by now if you were attacked over the summer."
Harry nodded his hooded head. "Dobby, tell them I'm taking really good care of Jamie. I make him eat, and he gets enough exercise throughout the day that when I leave him at night, he naturally falls asleep. Tell them I'm taking better care of him than anyone else ever has."
"Yes, Dobby knows sir," the elf nodded and patted Harry approvingly on his bony elbow. "Harry Potter takes good care of Jamie. He makes him eat, and he leaves him to sleep at night. He's much better taken care of now than before. Dobby and Winky thinks Harry Potter not very healthy before this year, but Jamie much healthier now. New Harry still needs to take care of himself though," Dobby sent a glare up to the dementor.
"What do you do at night then if you leave…Jamie, right? I don't believe dementors sleep," the headmaster asked, looking slightly less like his favorite student was dead and gone. It seemed the fact that Harry was still actually there was sinking in.
The dementor shrugged and sent a long series of screeches to Dobby. The elf nodded and turned to translate. "Dementorses don't sleep. Harry does homework, researches what happened to him, and spends time with Hedwig, Dobby, and Winky. He also leaves the castle to release his aura some, it makes him very cold and cranky to keeps it pulled in all the time."
"There is a curfew, Mr. Potter," Snape sneered with less venom than normal.
"One which we can't exactly expect him to follow if he doesn't sleep," Dumbledore cut him off as he ran a hand down his long beard.
Another long rant of angry screeches showed Harry's displeasure. Dobby continued to translate though. "Harry Potter says that he been fine, and no one has caught him. Besides what the evil b-word woman did to his hand, he's stayed outs of trouble and is doing better in classes…" Dobby stopped and turned questioning eyes to Harry. "Harry Potter, sir…what did b-word woman do to yous hand?"
Harry motioned to Jamie's hand and Dobby walked over to look at it. Harry sent a shrug to Dumbledore and Snape clearly communicating that Dobby took some liberties with his translation. "Winky!" Dobby yelled out in more anger than any of them had ever seen in a house elf, and they had all met Kreacher.
A loud pop sounded in the room, and the tiny, female house elf appeared in their midst. Winky had once been in a terrible shape after being fired from her former position in the Crouch family; however, after a year of Dobby's optimism and feeling needed by the students, she was thriving in her new environment. "Dobby?" Was all she got out before the other elf pulled her over and showed her Jamie's hand.
Dumbledore actually took a step back as both house elves turned accusing eyes on him. "What yous going to do about this?!" Winky asked slowly with a glower as a wave of magic crackled around the room, equal but different to the power exhibited by Dumbledore before.
"I'm going to handle it; I assure you Winky," the headmaster said emphatically.
"See you do, or Winky will," the elf threatened before popping out of the room once more.
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