Unlike the cloaked Dementors, this one in front of them was decidedly less friendly.
As soon as it appeared, unpleasant memories resurfaced in Voldemort's mind—ten years of battling for his soul, filled with pain and torment.
"Look at the badges. We have badges. Go feed somewhere else. Get lost."
Mad-Eye drove the Dementor away irritably. It seemed he, too, had recalled some unpleasant memories.
The Dementor turned and left, but kept glancing back every few steps, leaving a bad impression—it felt as if they'd been marked as its next meal.
Leaving aside Mad-Eye, there was a dueling master, the strongest Auror, and the Dark Lord himself here. If that Dementor knew who these three were, would it still dare look back every few steps?
"Most of the people here committed serious crimes. The largest group arrived ten years ago. I think you know who I mean." As Mad-Eye spoke, he took a pointed look at Moody.
Yes, many of them had been locked up by him. Moody was just that powerful.
"Ten years have long since drained them of all happiness, so... that's why that Dementor came over so recklessly just now."
Mad-Eye's words sounded like an attempt to defend the Dementor, but none of the three cared. They simply followed him deeper inside.
The farther in they went, the more Dementors they encountered. From time to time, they pressed their heads against cell doors and breathed in, but mostly came away disappointed...
Even couples who spent ten years together might no longer feel happy. And these people had spent ten years with that bunch of Dementors. Their happiness had long since been fucking drained away.
"Antonin Dolohov. A brutal fellow. He still occasionally curses up a storm." Mad-Eye stopped in front of a cell from which came a beastlike