Dementors were wraith-like creatures that feed on human happiness and instill feelings of despair, often forcing victims to relive their worst memories.
They were tall, hooded, and cloaked figures, with a general appearance of decay.
Dementors were considered some of the foulest creatures on Earth, and were described as soulless and amortal; it was not immortal, but cannot be killed by typical means.
They were employed as guards at Azkaban prison and can be found in areas of despair, where they feed on human happiness and cause feelings of coldness, darkness, misery, and despair.
The only known way to combat Dementors was with the Patronus Charm, a powerful spell that conjures a protective magical being.
And right now there were many of them roaming around the tower.
They were trying to catch Harry Potter along with Ron and Hermione.
"I can't run anymore."
Ron was the first one to fall then Hermione.
Harry had no choice but to face them head on in order to protect his friends.
"If our DADA professor teaches us something. We might have a chance against them."
Gilderoy Lockhart, their professor who should be teaching them about how to defend against dark art hadn't taught them anything at all.
All he did was mess around and pretend to be something.
Hermione fell for him at first but now she understood that he was fake.
He didn't even know how to deal with simple magical creatures.
Don't mention the true dark creatures like these dementors.
They were trying to do something about it but many things happened first and he still continues to teach them.
They didn't know why Dumbledore accepted him.
He must have a reason.
And as everyone was about to face their demise.
A young man around their age suddenly appeared out of nowhere and cast a spell that was full of holy power.
They could feel the holiness coming out of the young man.
It made them feel safe and relieved.
"Grand Cross."
A white giant cross symbol appeared beneath his feet and the dementors that were inside the area of the cross were purified to nothingness.
They were amortal. They couldn't be killed.
They were still around but in another form.
"Are you all alright there?"
The young man turned his head toward them. He checked on them if they were alright or not.
They could see his face clearly now.
And Hermione, who was so tired, suddenly became full of energy again.
"Oh my god! You are Arthur! The adopted son of Tony Stark!"
Hermione recognized him immediately. She was a fan of Tony Stark before.
And now that admiration changed its target toward him because he was of her age.
He was smart and handsome. Who wouldn't like a perfect prince. Money was just a bonus.
"Yes, I am Arthur Leywin Stark. I come to help you from these creatures. Please follow me because there are still more of them outside."
Arthur could sense that there were more dementors outside.
They tried to come inside the tower but Arthur already made a barrier covering the entire tower.
They were not able to come inside but caution must be made.
Hermione was ready to follow him while Ron and Harry were still in a state of confusion.
However, it took them only a few seconds before they followed him like Hermione.
He just saved them from death after all.
Arthur brought them to the top floor of the tower.
They could still see a horde of dementors were trying to break the barrier but it was all in vain.
"What should we do? They will stop at nothing to hunt us down."
Harry didn't know what to do. He still had a lot of things to do here but these dementors would never leave them alone.
Arthur thought about it a little and looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
He could purify them like he did earlier but they would just keep coming.
[They were a part of nature of this world so you can't permanently kill it. Like water, they just change form and come back again.]
"Why don't you three climb the dungeon. You will become a lot stronger and there creatures won't be able to do anything to you. They shouldn't be able to follow you three into the dungeon."
Arthur suggested. He also wanted to see the three of them became stronger and fuck up the death eaters and voldy.
"Can we?"
Harry wanted to climb the tower from the start. He heard that the dungeon climbers were stronger than normal humans.
If he could become the dungeon climber then maybe dealing with the dark wizards might not be impossible.
Minerva looked at the dementors.
She thought that this trip would be difficult but not this difficult.
"We don't have a choice. They seemed to be attracted to you three or to be precise, to you, Harry Potter."
Minerva knew that Voldemote must be the one who sent them here.
They could not go back right now the best choice they could make was going inside the dungeon.
The first floor wasn't as dangerous as before because Tony should have already made it his territory.