I actually read a story where Harry was adopted by a Dementor and this story popped into my head. No, he won't b adopted by Dementors, but he will have something to do with this. This story is purely my idea (as far as I know). So plz enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter, only people that are not heard of.

Warnings: yaoi (male/male), mpreg, Powerful! Smart! Dark! Semi-Creature (near the end)! Harry, Alive! Dark! Sirius, Dark! Remus, Character Bashing, Out of Character-ness, Evil! Manipulative! Dumbledore, Dark! Fred/ George/ Bill/ Charlie, Evil! Molly/ Ginny/ Ron/ Hermione, underage sex and slash, spoilers for OotP and possible other books

Summary: Dementors are allied with Voldemort, but are they really? They are controlled by one person who has allied himself to the other side in search of his mate. A teen that was never a child with a soul that cried out with grief. How will this one person who is master over the Dementors show Harry the difference between truths and lies?

Dementors were known for only one thing: to drain away all happiness, take away all happy memories, and leave the horrible behind for the victim to live through them over and over repeatedly. Not many are able to fend off such creatures without being affected first. It was one of the many reasons as to why they were placed as the guards of the wizarding prison Azkaban.

Though seemingly to move together as one or individually, they always obeyed the orders of one person and one person only. Few ever know of his existence and even less knows how he came about. All anyone knew was that he was always called a Dark being. When the Dementors joined Voldemort's army, those that knew of his existence believed he joined Voldemort as well. To them, even with the help of their Savior, whom they had betrayed more times than they could count, nearly all hope was lost.

"My Lord," a whispering voice called before silver swirled with red eyes turned to look at the Dementor behind him.

"What news do you bring, Nathara?" he asked, staring at the Dementor through his black bangs.

"Voldemort sent some out to attack the boy, or at least a family member," Nathara replied. "You know of which one I speak of?" A nod was received. "His cousin was nearly Kissed before the boy shot his silver stag at those who attacked. He lives, but now he enters a trial for underage magic. They claim he had no reason to use his stag against us, and do not even believe that there weren't any of us there."

"And of Voldemort?"

"He is not pleased by the outcome, but is glad that the boy will possibly be out of his way," Nathara scoffed, floating over to the deathly pale man. "But I have other news as well."

The man kept his eyes on the Dementor next to him. "What is it?" he asked.

With Harry

Getting in trouble with the Dursleys because of Dudley blaming his for his present condition was bad enough. Then he got the letter from the Ministry and had to go through a trial just to let him stay in school, if they allowed him to. He was defending himself against Dementors! Didn't the Ministry keep up with those things?

Now Mr. Weasley had to escort him to the Ministry for his trial, in which he bet everything on the table would point against him. He doubted any one of the jury members would agree with him. The Judge would probably be the same way. It wouldn't be the first time everyone was against him, and he was sure it wasn't the last.

As soon as he entered the room, he could feel the cold and numbness that announced the presence of Dementors, yet he couldn't see one. Probably hiding in the shadowed corners. He was told that he was late and when he tried to defend himself, they said an owl was sent to him that morning. Yeah right. He didn't get any owl. The reason for the trial as well as the interrogators was stated before Dumbledore's voice came in, claiming himself a witness.

'He wasn't even around,' Harry thought, but wasn't verbally complaining if it got him out of this mess.

Fudge seemed shocked that Dumbledore was there, probably didn't send him a notice and tried to make it seem like he did. Dumbledore just acted like the innocent old man that he seemed to play very well.

The trial continued. "You are Harry James Potter, of number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?" Fudge asked, glaring at Harry.

"Yes," Harry replied.

"You received an official warning from the Ministry for using illegal magic three years ago, did you not?"

"Yes, but-" He was cut off before he was able to say a House Elf trying to save his life did the magic and not him.

"And yet you conjured a Patronus on the night of the second of August?"

"Yes," Harry replied. "But-" He was cut off once again.

"Knowing you are not permitted to use magic outside school while you are under the age of seventeen?"

"Yes, but-"

"Knowing you were in an area full of Muggles?"

"Yes, but-"

"Fully aware that you were in close proximity to a Muggle at the time?"

"Yes," Harry snapped, unable to hold in his temper, though it would have been a better idea to hold it in a while longer. "But I only used it because we were-"

The doors opened with a bang before a figure wearing a tattered cloak came in with two Dementors by his (or they assumed the person was a 'he' from posture) side and three more behind him. Dumbledore seemed shock to see the person there, as well as the entire court.

Fudge, though, decided to be the idiot that he was. "Who are you?" he asked. "If you are escorted by Dementors, then you must be here for a trial. But we have one going on right now!"

"I am not here for a trial of my own," the man said in a deep voice that sent shivers up everyone's spines. "I am here for his trial." He looked down at Harry, locking his silver-red eyes with emerald green. "Dementors came after you, yes?" he asked.

"Yes," Harry replied in a calmer tone, surprised the man guessed it in one try while the court seemed to ignore the fact that he was attacked by Dementors.

"A cover story!" Fudge scoffed. "And who are you?!"

Pale hands reached up to remove the hood covering the man's face. He had long black hair that reached down to his shoulder. His skin seemed as pale as a corpse's, yet still had a tinge of tan for slight coloring, and his thin lips were a pale pink, almost blending in with the rest of his skin. The cloak covering him fell to the ground to reveal his skin-tight black shirt that looked as though the collar and sleeves were torn off and tight black pants.

"I am named Garuse," the man said. "My title is Lord of the Dementors." The five surrounding him let out low noises, seeming to look into the corners of the room where four more Dementors emerged from the shadows. Fudge paled. "You accuse this boy of underage magic for a reason you believe is just for fun. Here I believed I left few of my Dementors in good hands, allowing the Ministry to watch them and make sure they harm no other."

Garuse sighed with a shake of his head before looking up to fudge. "Tell me, are you not supposed to watch the movements of Dementors?"

"That has nothing to do with this trial!" Fudge yelled at him, banging his fist onto the table.

"It has everything to do with it!" Garuse growled at him before looking at the Dementor to his right. "Nathara," he called it before looking to the Dementor at his right. "Jarok. You two are free to the human speech." He looked back up at Fudge. "Nathara had informed me of what had happened and Jarok was present there. He shall be your witness, not this old man who was not even present to the event."

The Dementor Jarok looked at Harry. "First," it spoke with a low voice with a hiss underlying it, almost as though it was speaking through its teeth, if it had any. "I wish to apologize to the user of the silver stag. Orders are orders, and we Dementors cannot risk our true loyalties being revealed to the snake-human."

Harry went wide-eyed, not expecting the Dementor to talk. Apparently, no one in the room did, except for Garuse.

"You seemed surprised," Garuse noted, looking at Harry. "Dementors are creatures of their own language that only I can understand, but I can also gift them with the ability to use human speech in order to communicate. In return, I ask for them to never lie. If they should, the gift will be taken from them as soon as they think of saying a lie. It would not return until I grant it again."

"Why would we lie?" the other Dementor, Nathara, spoke. It sounded a bit feminine compared to Jarok's.

"Tell them what you told me the day of the attack," Garuse ordered. "If the word of a Dementor does not clear this, then we will have to take drastic measures to prove this boy's right to invoke his action."

Dumbledore was practically seething inside. He came and played witness so the boy would once again see him as his hero, bringing more trust to him. But here was this man, who claimed to be the Lord of Dementors, taking away his chance to bring Harry even more under his control.

"Voldemort sent an attack to the boy to either harm him or a family member," Nathara stated. "Jarok was closer to the boy while Haturah went closer to his cousin. The boy shot his silver stag at them to chase them off before Haturah preformed the Kiss on the human."

"Wise move," Jarok commented. "Though I would have backed off if he used another power instead of the silver stag. I despise the silver creatures."

"As do we all," Nathara stated.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could not have sent out an attack because he has not returned!" Fudge exclaimed. "No matter what this boy says! He is mentally unstable!"

"You call us liars?!" Nathara shrieked, making more than half of the court cover their ears. "Incompetent human! I shall remove your soul from your flesh myself should you accuse us again!"

"Nathara," Garuse calmly called before the Dementor backed down. "Like it or not, but Voldemort has returned. And in his command are few of my Dementors, which were supposed to be guarding Azkaban. I'm surprised you didn't notice sooner. I sent them to Voldemort to keep an eye on him and report back to me. Then Nathara tells me of this! I could not stand by while justice is improperly served when there is no need of it!"

"Seeing as the boy is fifteen, he did use underage magic," Jarok pointed out.

"For his protection, as well as his cousin's, against you and Haturah," Nathara added.

"Enough," Garuse sighed. "Seeing as their human speech remains, they speak truth and truth only."

"How do we know you didn't lie about their speaking?" a toad-looking woman asked.

The Dementors all shrieked in unison. "Our Lord lie?!" Nathara screamed.

"Never does he say any other than truth!" Jarok exclaimed.

Who knew what the other Dementors were saying in their own language seeing as they were just shrieking. "Calm!" Garuse barked before the shrieking settled down to an angry hum. "You can be the fool and lock away the only hope that you have of defeating Voldemort and leave out a rug that tells him to walk right in and take over this Ministry, or you could be wise for once in your life and let this boy leave with no consequences. I see what Dementors see. If you send this boy to Azkaban, and if my Dementors had returned their, who knows what he would think should he be released. For all you know, he could aid Voldemort instead of destroying him."

He turned and started to leave, but stopped at the door to look over his shoulder. "Keep this in mind," he warned. "Even with no Dementors guarding the prison, Azkaban can indeed turn the purest of souls into the darkest."

Once the man was gone, the court argued amongst each other before deciding that Harry was excused for his actions. The teen was supposed to leave with Arthur, but stopped when he saw the man leaning against the wall still surrounded by his Dementors. Knowing that Dementors still had a bad effect on him, Harry went towards the man anyway. The Dementors behaved as though he wasn't even there, probably not wanting to hurt him in front of the man who just helped him.

"Um," Harry began. "Thanks for helping me."

Garuse looked down at him. "There is no need to thank me, user of the silver stag," he replied. "I merely corrected their mistake."

"My name's Harry," the teen said.

Garuse bowed his head to the teen, but it seemed more like a nod. "Harry," he spoke. "We shall see if we meet again. And do not worry of other Dementors. If I tell them, they will not harm you or yours." He stepped closer to the teen before bending his head down slightly and giving Harry a small kiss on his forehead, right on his scar. He backed away and walked off, giving the blushing Harry the impression that he was waiting for him to come out.

How's that for a first chapter? The next one, I will try to make longer. K? now plz review! I don't get enough for my other stories and I feel as though I will cry becuz of the love I do not feel. I'm starting to think my stories aren't all that great.

Oh, Garuse will be properly explained in later chapters. Ok? One can't keep Hermione out of a library when she wants to know something after all. Oops, did I just give away a spoiler?