Chapter 206: Late Night

Chris climbed onto the Astronomy tower. Climbing as a snake was easier than she thought. 

As she reached, she saw eight Dementors were gliding around the tower, no one else was there. So Chris turned back and walked towards them. As soon as the Dementors sensed her they stopped gliding and gathered around her.

"My Queen!" Dames bowed followed by the other seven.

"Dames!" Chris grinned. "Took you long enough."

"I am sorry to disturb you this late my Queen but I thought it is the safest time to meet you," Dames explained apologetically.

"It's alright. Actually, this is a good time," Chris said. "But I want to ask how did you send me that 'cold' message?"

"It was his idea," Dames pointed at a Dementor, who came forward.

"My Queen," said the Dementor in an excited tone. "Did you like it, my Queen?"

"There was nothing to like," growled another Dementor from behind. "No one likes our sad coldness. It creates fear. I am sorry my Queen if that coldness had done any harm to you."

"No, no it's fine," Chris said dismissively. "I can handle that much cold."

"See, the Queen is not angry at us," said the first Dementor proudly. "She is not our Queen for nothing."

"Just because our Queen is forgiving, doesn't give you the permission to —" the second Dementor argued.

"That's enough," Dames snapped. "We are not here to hear you argue in front of the Queen."

Both the Dementors fell silent. Chris was watching the entire thing very curiously, it was almost sounded like a younger one was trying to impress but the older one was trying to be responsible. They almost felt like humans. But when Dames talked, Chris realized how scary Dames actually was. He obeyed Chris but he was also the oldest Dementor and the powerful one too. 

Dames had sensed Chris's changing feelings so he softened his tone.

"I am sorry my Queen," he said.

"It's alright, Dames," Chris shook her head. "So who are the new ones?"

"These are the others I've told you about. The ones I trust. They wanted to help, my Queen and you gave me permission to bring them," Dames said then pointed at the excited dementor. "He is the youngest among us, but he assured that he is not young enough to disobey you."

"What's your name?" Chris said then remembered Dementors doesn't have names. "Oh, sorry I forgot you don't have a name."

"But you can give me a name if you like, my Queen. Like you did with our elder," said the young Dementor.

"Good idea," Chris smiled. "You can be Ryan if you like it of course."

"Thank you very much, my Queen, Ryan at your service," said the dementor enthusiastically.

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"So do I have to name you all?" Chris said. 

"Only if you want to my Queen," said another Dementor. "We can work for you without any name or identity. It's our duty to obey you, with or without names."

"No, no, you all look same, how am I going to know who was who if there is no name," Chris said, mostly to herself.

So after thinking a lot, Chris named them: Elliot, Fitz, Jose, Kian, Levi, Owen and Ryan.

All of them were aged dementors except Ryan he was quite young and by quite young they meant a hundred and thirty years old.

"Now for your works," Chris said switching to business mode. "I need a few of you to watch over the Azkaban, I mean a few specific prisoners. Especially the Lestranges and few other death eaters."

"We will do it, my Queen," Levi, Kian and Elliot said.

"Next, find out where the dark lord and his 'friends' are."

"As you wish my Queen," Dames said.

"We will help him in that my Queen," said Owen and Jose.

"Ok good, now the Minister, do you think anyone of you can tell me if something is wrong with him?"

"I can my Queen, we will keep track of the Minister," said Ryan.

"No, I need you to keep track of any ministry orders for Azkaban," Chris said.

"I will watch the Minister," said Fitz.

"Alright then," Chris yawned. "Good night. Send me a cold message if you need me."

As Chris turned around to leave, she got a shock. A silvery figure just disappeared behind the door. Without changing into snake Chris sprinted after the ghost. There was one thing in her mind if it was Peeves then or Nick or any other ghosts? What if they inform the students or the teachers about her little Dementors army. Chris jumped two steps at a time and almost fell face flat on the floor. The ghost stopped as he realized Chris was after him. He turned around and faced her. Chris panted as she looked up at the ghost and discovered who it was. With blank staring eyes, a gaunt face, and robes stained with silver blood, the Bloody Baron.

"Please don't tell anyone," Chris said hurriedly, recovering from her shock. "Please, I request."

"I do not care less what you do girl," grumbled the Bloody Baron.

"Really?" Chris looked at him surprised. "You are not going to tell anyone?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" scowled the Baron. "Gryffindors, always doubtful, are you not? Yes, I do not care what you do."

"Thanks," Chris smiled. "I thought you will tell the Slytherins."

"It's not like me to gossip. Though I will say, the thing I saw there. . . I was curious," the Baron eyed her. "You are the infamous Christina Norton."

"Yeah, not infamous though," Chris said uneasily.

"Modest? A modest Gryffindor? Hard to find. Go, I have nothing else to talk with you," the Baron ordered.

"O — okay," and without thinking anything else Chris ran away from him. 

The Baron really was scary.

When Chris finally crashed onto her bed, it was almost four in the morning. She decided to sleep all morning but it was Sunday and she had promised to meet Jason. So at nine o'clock, she dragged herself out of her bed and head for breakfast. 

Outside students were enjoying themselves skating on the frozen lake, tobogganing. Chris and Jason sat on a stone slab near the lake. Chris's eyes were red and puffy from lack of sleep. 

"Do you want to skate?" Jason asked looking at Colin and Luna who were skating together.

"Do you want to?" Chris yawned again.

"Chris, did you not sleep last night?" Jason said. "You are looking —"

"Ugly," Chris said. "I know."

"You are looking miserable," Jason sighed. "Was it your nightmares? The founders' dreams?"

"No it was Hagrid," replied Chris.

"Hagrid?" Jason raised one eyebrow at her. "Hagrid was in your dream?"

"Oh, no, silly," Chris laughed. "Hagrid came back last night. We went to meet him."

"Of course you did," Jason rolled his eyes. "He is not even a good teacher."

"But he is a good-hearted person," Chris smiled then put her head on Jason's lap and curled up on the slab. 

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To be continued. . .