Depression
Before the Dementors joined Voldemort, before he had grown to full power, the two were complete strangers. But like every event in the Wizarding World, Merlin and Chance watched every move.
They surrounded young Voldemort, their kiss at hand, searching, craving for the delight found in happiness.
Goosebumps. Gasps. Screams. Tears.
They didn't get any of those. Nor did he pale in fright. He merely looked up at them, a smile on his thin lips.
"Why, hello."
The man had no happy thoughts to drain from his mind. Everything was dark and cold.
The Dementors screamed in anguish and despair.