Richard wanted to curse his past self.
He knew that there were gonna be dementors. And the only spell that works against them was the patronus.
So what did he do?
He decided to go practice dark arts.
And now, he was facing the consequences. He was standing helpless in front of a Dementor who decided it's ugly mug was fine as it was.
Richard stared at the boogyman like thing for a second, and suddenly his head began spinning. The world blurred into a one big shade of grey, twisting.... swirling... ceaseless.
'What is happening....?'
The coherent thought struggled to manifest in Richard's mind, as his awareness slowly began to bleed. The trappings of the beast slowly ensnaring Richard as it closed on its meal.
Richard could instinctively tell what it was. A mental attack. Something similar to what he had used on human simpletons to agree to contracts when he was a devil.
But Richard was not a fool. Nor was he a simpleton. He was a reborn devil, one who had touched the essence of his own soul in ways others cannot comprehend, and broken through mental defences of others like the devil he was. He was no stranger to mind tricks.
That was the same reason he had never bothered to practice occulumcy.
'I am.Richard Cloverfield.'
He built his identity from his name up.
The grey shades swirled around hypnotically, but, Richard controlled his thoughts, never letting his mind drift to the meager thoughts..
'I am the owner of this world..' The memories build his identity as he recalled his conversations with the ROB.
'I am in the world of Harry Potter.'
'I am in my third year.'
As memories surfaced, his identity reassembled systematically, each piece locking in like a puzzle piece, building the perfect picture, of past...and present.
'I was a human.'
'I reincarnated as a devil'
' I reincarnated as a wizard.'
'I have a peerage '
'I was talking to Luna' Richard paused for a moment as he tried to reconnect to the present. 'The dementor!'
Reality slammed onto him like a bucket of cold water.
Huuuhhhggg
His breath turned difficult. His neck hurt, and a cold wrinkled something had his throat.
Richard struggled to breathe, his wind pipe constrained by the inhuman grip of the skeletal hand that held him above the ground.
He couldn't move. His body was still stuck in the trance, even if his mind was actively fighting the soul sucking.
The dementor seemed to sense this as well. It tightened its grip, cutting the blood flow to his brain while pulling on his soul harder.
If only he could break out of the eye contact for a moment.....
Pop
Skittle
Skittle
A bag of beans hit the ugly mug of the dementor, just enough to break the eye contact for a fraction of a second.
Huuuuuhh
The spell broke, and the sucking stopped for a moment, allowing Richard to fully experience the relief of autonomy and the sensation of magic. But it was quickly sweapt away by a tsumami of unyielding rage.
Boost
Boost
Boost
Boost
BOOST!
Bang!
Richard pulled the arm grabbing his throat and grabbed the dementor's head before slamming it down on the train floor hard.
Grrr
Richard suppressed the low growl of anger before turning away from Luna.
"Luna, would you mind turning around for a moment. I promise everything will be over in a second. "
His grip tightened around the skull like thing ofhthe dementor with enough force to crumple metal.
Lift
SLAM!
Richard swing it head first against the compartment wall with a loud bang. While pressing it even deeper, Richard moved closer to its face and whispered.
"You think you can just try to prey on my mind?"
Skreeeeechhhhh
He dragged the face along the metal compartment making a long dent along the wall before throwing it at the door.
Bang
It hit the door.
But as it tried to move, Richard appeared in front of it with his foot raised.
Bang!
The door flew off the sliding grooves along with the dementor.
"You think you can do that without CONSEQUENCES!!!"
Richard gripped the compartment walls before ripping a metal piece off with pure physical strength.
He walked out of the ruined compartment with the metal piece in his hand. Each step melting the ground as heat bellowed from his being from the sheer wrath he held unconcealed.
Grab
The dementor tried to flee. But Richard was faster.
His hand grabbed the cloak with an iron grip, and he yanked it back.
The metal in his hand was already morphed into a sword, wreathed in phoenix fire. It fell down like a meteor.
Stab!
The blade passed through the dementor, nailing it to the train floor.
It tried to crawling at the ground.
Another sword appeared in Richard's hand.
Stab!
Again
Stab!
Again
Stab!
Richard stepped over the struggling dementor. His had gripping its bald leathery head while his fingers burn in with fire pierced into its eyes.
If it could scream, it would have already screamed its throat red.
His fire could restrain it. But not kill it.
He pulled it from the ground, along with the swords still sticking into its body, and looked it straight at its filthy eyes.
"The only reason you are still alive, is because I don't have a way to kill you at the moment." Richard whispered as he pressed the dementor's face against the glass window. It broke easily letting the rain and fog seep in.
But they all evaporated before they could even come to contact with Richard who was burning like a bonfire.
He wanted to kill it. But he couldn't. That meant, no one else had the right to defeat him. NO ONE.
Richard gripped its hands behind with enough force to crush normal human bones.
"So, don't forget me. Don't forget this face. Look for me, hunt for me. That way, the next time, I won't have to go looking for you." Richard paused. He could feel something light, warm heading his way. Someone had performed a patronus. And if he remembered correct, it would be lupin .
Tsk
Richard threw the dementor out like a wet washcloth, the swords sticking out vanishing like embers as Richard dismissed the magic. The body quickly disappeared into the mist and darkness.
Right before a silver white blur rushed past him. A wolf patronus.
Patter
Patter
Patter
The rain continued harder, the wet wind and dew breaking into the carriage through the shattered window .
Richard stood there for a moment. His gaze remaining at the direction where he had thrown the anomaly the world had dealt him.
'You better return.' Richard thought as he let the magic enveloping him fade away. A wave of weakness washed over him, but his eyes remained the same, burning with rage, and promising retribution. He will not let it end, like this. 'Return, with a horde, the more the better. So that I can quench my anger, because other wise, I will hunt you to the ends of the world.'
He stood near the broken window, standing against the rain and wind for a moment, as if he could still see it.
He held his hand, palm open, and his wand smacked into it.
Repairo
The broken glass, and twisted doors slowly reformed back to its original shape as Richard waved his wand around. It wasn't perfect, but it was soon back to a non broken state.
He glanced out the window, for a brief moment.
"I will be waiting."
Otherwise he would never find satisfaction.
He returned to the compartment. The other Dementor had dissapeared while he was busy wrecking one. So the compartment was back to its calmness.
" You have a lot less wrackspurts now."
Oh
Richard had forgotten about Luna.
"Does hitting someone else always do that to you?"
"Maybe."
Richard replied. The girl had not been looking away like he had suggested. But then again, he didn't feel the need to pressure her. No one would believe what they saw if they were of sane mind.
"Then I recommend you don't punch people often in the future."
"And why is that?"
"Because you may not have a lot of wrackspurts, but you got a really big one, much bigger than the smaller ones."
"Really?"
"Really"
Richard collapsed onto his seat and rubbed his palms on his face with exasperation.
'What the hell are these wrackspurts?!'