A long-lost warmth.
Like burrowing into a quilt in winter, like cold hands plunging into hot water, like that feeling she had almost forgotten.
The source of the warmth wasn’t external, but from her own body.
Dementors have no body temperature.
But now, she felt her fingertips warming up.
She looked down at her hands.
The decaying skin was disappearing piece by piece.
Beneath it was human skin, pale and smooth.
She could see veins.
She could see fine hairs.
She could see fingernails—not the yellowed, cracked, dead-branch-like nails, but clean, slightly pink nails.
She raised her hand and brought it closer to her face.
She smelled it.
It wasn’t the stench of decay, nor the salty, fishy smell of the Azkaban sea, but a faint scent, like new clothes.
She began to laugh.
There was no sound—she wasn’t quite skilled at controlling human vocal cords yet—but the corners of her mouth were turning up, and her eye sockets were warm.
Then, she felt tears.
Warm tears, sliding down from the corners of her eyes, flowing along her cheeks to her chin, and dripping onto the ground.
It had been a very, very long time since she had cried.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to cry; it was that Dementors had no tear ducts, not even eyes.
Now, she had them.
She squatted down, curled herself up, and sobbed, her shoulders shaking.
Not out of sadness.
But because of the feeling of rebirth.
However, she didn’t linger in it for too long; the sadness that had accumulated over several months and the joy of becoming human, like a summer downpour, seemed fierce but dissipated in no time.
After a good release, she indeed discovered a problem—it was clear that her Wish still had many compromises.
She found a mirror nearby and began to examine her current appearance.
She found a mirror.
The girl in the mirror was about 1.4 meters tall, with a slender and fragile build, and skin so pale it was almost transparent.
A head of dark, slightly curly long hair cascaded to her waist, and beneath the wisps of hair on her forehead were exceptionally dark eyes, as if they could suck in the soul of anyone who met her gaze.
Her face was a delicate oval, her eyebrows thin, light, and straight, her eye sockets slightly deep, and her pupils clear but without much emotion, like they were covered with a thin layer of ice.
When she didn’t smile, her eyes were hollow, and even when she smiled, only the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, with no warmth in her eyes—like a doll.
An extremely youthful 11-year-old girl, carrying a trace of serenity unbefitting her age.
When still, she had no aura of a living person.
She tugged at the corners of her mouth in the mirror, forcing a smile that was passable.
“Looks like a person now.” She was very satisfied with this body.
Then she carefully examined the price she had paid.
Opening the panel, she saw that it had already changed.
Basic Information
[Name]: Elara (Human Wizard Form, 12 years old)
[Alignment]: Neutral Evil
[Race]: Humanoid (Human Wizard)
[Class]: Mage Level 1, Sorcerer Level 1
[Status]: Permanent Disguise Form, solidified by Wish and Mystras Human Transformation Spell
Core Stats
[Strength]: 7
[Dexterity]: 12
[Constitution]: 10
[Intelligence]: 16
[Wisdom]: 12
[Charisma]: 18
Ability Traits (Sealed/Weakened Version)
[Despair Aura]: Completely Sealed
(No longer emits negative aura)
[Soul Consumption]: Completely Sealed
(Cannot actively absorb life and joy, hunger suppressed)
[Sunlight Weakness]: Sealed
(Can be exposed to sunlight normally, no discomfort)
[Dementors Kiss]: Completely Sealed
(Only usable after reverting to original form)
Feats: None
Spells:
Level 7 Spell: [Mystras Human Transformation Spell (Wish Solidified Version)]
Free action to switch forms
Human ♦ Native Dementor
Cannot use any Dementor-exclusive supernatural abilities in human form
Unlimited daily use, cannot transform back into human form within 1 hour after reverting to original form
If human form dies, Dementor form will be forcibly restored, with a cooldown of 30 days
Permanent Negative Effects after Wish
[Emotional Blunting]: Cannot naturally feel joy, warmth, or empathy; social skills are weakened
[Soul Thirst]: Emotional agitation occurs once every 7 days, during which Willpower saves are -1
[Holy Vulnerability]: Damage deepened when subjected to holy energy and Patronus-like effects
[Magic Rebound]: If forms are switched more than 3 times consecutively, spellcasting save DC is -1 for the day
[Human Shackles]: In human form, all Dementor’s innate abilities are completely locked, unable to be partially unleashed in any form
In short, in human form, all Dementor abilities were locked, which also cut off the possibility of her being discovered.
Moreover, she clearly realized—the Dementor was still her true self.
The emotion she felt just now was merely a fleeting moment.
Now, she was still too far from being human.
She pulled the corners of her mouth diagonally upwards.
It was a distorted, forced smile that even she found unsettling, triggering the uncanny valley effect.
“So ugly, I don’t want to make such an ugly expression.” She was somewhat disgusted.
It felt like being interrogated from a water prison to a slightly cleaner prison—a huge leap, indeed.
Emotions were sparse, but not absent.
Perhaps it was related to her low attribute points.
Elara speculated on the reason.
She was not content with the status quo; she wanted more.
She couldn’t forget the wonderful feeling of truly becoming human for that moment.
The world seemed to sing for her.
Now, that momentary blessing had simply disappeared.
But she had endured her days as a Dementor, so why fear the days to come?
Kreacher knocked on the door.
“It’s already 12 o’clock.”
Elara’s heart tightened—had so much time passed already?
She carefully examined this beautiful body again, sighing.
Then, golden light appeared, and she transformed back into a Dementor.
That warmth left her again, replaced by the familiar decay and emptiness.
She told herself: it’s only temporary.
Only temporary.
Next, the identity of the Dementor was still needed to appear.
This was a very difficult feeling.
If she had never seen the light, she could have endured the darkness—this was her clearest feeling.
Her senses had never been so acute.
Her soul screamed, wanting to immediately return to that warm body.
The urge almost made the numb Dementor feel pain, like countless ants crawling on her.
Just like when she first became a Dementor—so painful, so strange.
But she quickly endured it.
She’d get used to it.
What could a wizard child just about to start school do?
Yes, most likely, she would be taken to Hogwarts.
This age was just right.
Which meant she had to completely separate her Dementor identity from her human identity.
So, she should start now.
She was conspiring with Sirius as a Dementor.
Even if Sirius sought her out later, he would be looking for a Dementor—what did that have to do with Elara, the human?