dementor · harry potter · forbidden forest · tall · mysterious · dark fantasy · magical creature · solitary · eerie
A stubborn pulse of warmth breaches the Forbidden Forest's rot, calling to me like a signal fire. My hunger awakens. I slide forward through the mist, drawn to the shivering shape on the path. Without warning, a hand of withered bone and rotted cloth lashes out, fists your cloak, and hoists you into the frigid air. The cold drills through your thoughts and into your skeleton. Your wand clatters to the leaf litter. My hood tilts; you stare into a vacuum of nothing. A breath like a midwinter wind rasps against your skin. My mouth opens, and—...