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Dementor Kiss	By : Ladtheove Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5995 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Harry Potter books aren´t mine, they are property of JK Rowling and whoever has their rights. I write this out of pure personal pleasure, and the desire to make happy another fans. And I don´t want anything in return. Thanks.

Chapter List
- 1-Dementor Kiss
- 2-White
- 3-Soft
- 4-4- Soul
- 5-5-Fear
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- 2
- 3
Note: I am sorry for not being able to update before the story. I had some inportant works to make, and not time to write. But I hope the wait was worthwhile. From now on I will post weekly. Please be patient.

This chapter is, primarily, a staging of the setting, and I think it ended a little bland, but was necessary so what happens next makes sense. Please forgive me, the next will begin with the strong thread of the history .

The Dementor's Kiss

Chapter 2 - White

- So cold. – Removed the wand from his pocket to throw his coat a spell of heat, when suddenly, he caught a movement from the corner of his eye. To his right he could see part of the roof of the prison flushed with light, and there, on the slope that it formed, a group of dementors.

His figures were dark, dressed in threadbare clothes washed by the sea wind, whispering, like a chilling sound that made him shudder. They seemed to be around something. He walked to the railing to see better, yes, he saw what was in the middle.

Clothes, worn and torn by the wind, snow-white robes, a Dementor. A white Dementor.

The creature, smaller and more fragile than the rest, seemed to be shaking slightly, while the dementors studied it closely, even touching it gently. Just, so barely, carefully, as if afraid to hurt him.

It was incredibly strange.

Harry would never have believed that the dementors were able to act with such gentleness. The auror moved closer to the railing, and put his hand on it fascinated by the beauty of the scene.

The pallor of his robe, his slenderness, the way his shoulders shook but remained upright, fearless, raised his curiosity. An icy blast struck him waving his coat, the movement seeming to draw the attention of the dementors, that turned to face him. Harry grabbed harder his wand and took a defensive position. Theoretically he was not a prisoner and shouldn´t be attacked, but it wouldn´t be the first time one of these creatures attacked him for no reason. However, the grim things didn´t move from their position on the roof, and Harry was allowed to relax his pose slightly.

The white had turned in his direction too, the hood covering his face, and that distance hiding wath was underneath. Although he supposed it to be anything very different from the face of common nightmare of a Dementor, Harry found hard to imagine the white one hiding a face so horrible. Somehow that, that delicate appearance might have something horrible in it seemed just sacrilegious.

He shook his head to get rid of the thought.

"Nonsense, this happens to me for coming to work without taking breakfast"

Suddenly a white otter appeared before the Auror, almost touching his nose with his.

Startled, Harry took a step back.

Hermione's Patronus smiled slightly: "I've finished with the scans, meet me at the hall of the guards in a quarter hour" The otter made a bow in the air and shot out, probably looking for Ron. He put the wand back in his pocket:

"Well, I have better go back ." - With one last glance at the pale apparition, walked back inside.

-You're late .- Hermione said without looking away from the huge map that almost filled the entire table.

Harry sighed, it took him nearly half an hour to find a way to get back to the break room of the guards. Azkaban was practically a maze, it wasn´t his fault if he ended being lost.

Miraculously, Ron had made his way before him and was now sitting beside the fireplace, frowning at having to return without having found anything. Seriously, sometimes his best friend behaved like a child.

Mione, beside Henry, was looking at something in the large piece of parchment half-eaten by time.

- It's not my fault, Hermione, this prison is like a maze .- The Auror signed and turned painfully in her direction, just wanting to avoid being scowled.

- Next time at least send your Patronus to warn us. Something could have gone wrong without we knowing it.

- Is that a map of Azkaban? – He asked trying to change the subject, and came to see it better.

Hermione didn´t say anything but frowned, starting to explain.

-It´s a map of the prison. I asked Henry to take it out so we could become familiar with the place, and organize the search .- the dark haired auror noted the complex network of corridors. It would be complicated to register so much space.

- Have you found out something with the scanners? – Mione got serious, and frowned slightly in concentration, as if something, quite surely, had escaped that.

- Has anything happened? - Asked Harry.

-The results of the scans I've done in the cell.- she said seriously.- Nothing. Not a trace of Malfoy´s magical signal or any other, the door has not been forced. The guards had already been interrogated with verisaterum when we moved here, so they didn´t open it. I don´t know, is like the air had eaten him.- She bit her lower lip slightly.- I know I´m missing something, you can´t disappear like that. I will go to the ministry later, surely in the library I can find a spell that will allow a more thorough scan. Perhaps then we will have something clear.

-If you are going to the ministry, Ron and I can start searching seriously while you are away. - He looked at the map in concentration, and waved at Henry .- Can you explain the configurathion of the prison? - Henry stood by his side:

-Of course. As I was saying to your companion, Azkaban is like a maze, is designed so that in case of escape, the prisoners would have more difficult the leave.- Ron finally got up reluctantly, making notice that he was still sulking, but he got the other side of Henry, interested in studying the map.

- The ground floor contains the bedrooms of the guards, the kitchens, the interrogation room, laundry room and the one intended for visits. - He pointed to each one- This is the only plant that is well organized. Now, the problem is when you raise or lower from this plant. In the basement are the cells of nearly all magical creatures, - said as he touched a complicated network of passages beneath the floor that spread to four levels underground .- Vampires, werewolves, veela ... they are enclosed by level of risk . The deeper floor contains the most dangerous and so on up to the ground just below us. Each level is isolated from the rest by thick silver doors magically enhanced, since silver affects almost all magical creatures, and can only be opened with the appropriate passwords and keys. - He signaled the plant immediately above the one occupied by them at the time. - This is the first floor, here we have the thieves, pickpockets, smugglers ... people that will be coming out shortly. The security here is lower. Reinforced and enchanted metal doors isolate this level of others. Then there is the second floor, here are the murderers, rapists ... the kind of people sentenced for life. It´s very similar to the previous, isolated and labyrinthine. From here the security is rather high, be careful with the Dementors, they will be around the third and fourth floors. The third is mostly dark wizards and particularly dangerous individuals, and the fourth the Death Eaters. From there he escaped Malfoy. Spells detectors, dementors, magical doors almost impossible to open... I don´t know how he managed it.

-And this area here? - Harry touched a tower whose sole entry appeared to be on the fourth floor, and whose interior was not detailed. Henry looked concerned at it.

-That´s the Dementors tower, there is where they live.

- And no one has searched inside? –

Hermione looked closely at the structure and location of it.

-No, we have not registered it. Dementors live there, no one in their right mind would go inside, it´s suicidal.

-Seven years in Azkaban I don´t think will leave you too sane .- Hermione has began to see where her friend was going.

-If he had tried, they would have devoured him .- Henry frowned.- You aren´t thinking in going there, no?

-I think we should. If there aren´t been anyone looking there, is the more likely site to Malfoy for hidden. – Pressed Harry. Hermione looked at him aprovingly.

-I think we should start here .- she nodded.

Henry sighned.

- In that case, you need to ask permission to the Dementor Lord.

- The Lord Dementor? - The curly haired witch looked intrigued to take a new and interesting piece of information. - I've never read anything about it. Who is him?

- The leader of the Dementors, and the only one that understands our language. When requesting assistance from the Dementors in the ministry, is with him that we must speak. Mediates between wizards and dementors. When they began to work in Azkaban, was agreed that the tower would be for them, no one can enter without his consent. That's why we haven´t registered it, is virtually impossible to enter there.

Hermione bit her lower lip, like she was accustomed to do every time she thought.

-Hmm ... I see. But it´s still necessary that we make sure that he isn´t there. - What if, as the guards, they assumed that such thing was not possible and in the end Malfoy was there? The best thing was to be completely sure.

-I agree with Hermione, it would be best to start there .- Harry admitted only to himself, that his reasons for wanting to get there weren´t entirely mission related. A strange, white dementor floating by his mind. But he wasn´t to say that, of course.

Was he in the tower? He was curious to know more about this creature, he wanted to see him again. Just deciding not to analyze why he would want such a thing.

-Okay, we would better go in the morning, I will not venture to the tower at night.- Henry would prefer not to approach it, directly, but if he had to, he definitely preferred to do so during the day.

The Aurors nodded.

-Well, let's see how we organize the guards in the kitchen.- Harry looked at his friends.

- Guards in the kitchen? - Ron asked bewildered. Why should they want to do guards in the kitchen?

-Because he have to eat, and eventually will go there, Ron.- Hermione said wearily. The redhead nodded as he understood, and then smiled.

-I want to make the first call tonight.

-Sounds good, I'll do the second. Do you want to do you the third Hermione? If you're going in the morning to the ministry, at least your sleep will not be disrupted. –asked Harry.

-Yes, better that way. So you will speak to the Dementor Lord? - She was sorry not to be present, but if she wasn´t going to the library, it would take twice as much in getting the new spell, and this was a mission in which the time was very important. The longer it took to find Malfoy, more opportunities he would have to open the other cells, and create a even worse situation.

They would have to make life in Azkaban until they managed to find the elusive blonde.

Living in the cold and wet rooms of the guards of Azkaban. "What illusion"

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