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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
- 2
- 3
- 4
Harry Potter books aren´t mine,theyarepropertyof JK Rowling and whoever has theirrights. Iwritethis out of pure personal pleasure, and the desire to make happy another fans. And I don´t want anything in return. Thanks.

Warning:This story contains yaoi, that means love between mans. As much as drama and suffering, supernatural creatures and scenes of a sexual nature.

Summary:When seven years after the war, Draco Malfoy escapes from his cell in Azkaban, the ministry has no choice but to send his best Auror, Harry Potter, to capture him again. Between the walls of the world's toughest prison, Harry will discover not only the origin of the most terrifying creatures, but a love against time.

Note: Thanks for your fantastic reviews.And sorry I didn’t remember that in English dialogue is written in quotes instead of dashes, but since Istarthedwritting this that way, and it would be very confusing if I started writting it diferently now, I would continue the way it was. But, like I will going to translate my other stories too, Im taking notice to writte them properly. Thanks again and I hope you like this character as much as I.

I present:
The Dement or’s Kiss
Chapter 3 - Soft

- 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 an 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"

The dinner in the cold room of the guards wasn’t too appealing.

After all, the food came from the same kitchen that the one of the prisoners. And while the one the prison elves brought for them was substantially better, it was still rather unpleasant.

Soup with more salt than was adequate, and something that Harry thought was supposed to have been a poor chicken at some point, before becoming carbon. He hadn’t thought it possible, but this showed that a house-elf could have no idea of cooking.
- Can we start eating? - Henry was eager to sink his teeth in the food; he had not eaten since breakfast.
- We will not wait for your partner? - Asked Ron, as they sat at the table and began to pour some soup in their plates.
- Has decided to dine in his room. Tomas doesn’t feel comfortable among strangers. - Henry smiled apologetically, as he poured a rickety piece of poultry for himself.
-It's okay .- Harry took a spoonful of soup trying not to grimace, during the war they had had worse things to eat, after all.- By the way, Hermione, since you are going to the ministry tomorrow. Could you stop by my house and ask Kreacher to throw me a suitcase for a couple of days? Must stay here until we find Malfoy.
-Sure, no problem. I make a pass by your house too Ron?
-It will be better. Could you advise mom that I'll be out for a few days, right? - Hermione nodded.
The rest of the dinner was held peacefully. The dirty dishes disappeared in their way to the kitchen, and the Aurors were left with Henry, trying to settle into the living room floor.
-I’m sorry that you have to sleep here, there are only a couple of rooms for guards, and are occupied. - Henry felt terrible, making sleep on the floor to the heroes of the wizarding world.

But when he offered to leave his room so they could take it, the auror group had rejected, saying that, they had slept in worse places than the guard’s rest room. The elves had brought three of the free pallets of the prisoners, but they weren’t what one would call soft and comfortable. Though their thickness protected them from the cold stone floor, which was something.

The put them near the fireplace to be warmer at night, and started dressing them with some blankets.
Ron looked at old clock hanging on the wall.
-It's time for my watch. We will see if I can hunt a ferret. - His smile stretching cruelly, making his knuckles crack like preparing for it.
Hermione chose to turn a deaf ear to the comment, really, if he persisted in behaving like a child, it wasn’t her problem.
-Good luck. - wised Harry. Ron raised his thumb in reply, triumphantly getting out in his way to the kitchen, accompanied by Henry.
Once alone, Harry and Hermione took off their coats to go to bed, but not before throwing a couple of detector spells. Malfoy wasn’t likely to come near the guards rooms, but desperate people could do crazy things, and it was better to be prepared. They wrapped themselves with the clean, but old and worn, blankets that the elves had provided. It seemed that everything in Azkaban was dying, even the blankets.
-Good night, Harry. Nox. - She muttered, turning off the lights.
-Good night, Hermione.

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It had been an hour since they had lain down.

And he could hear the quiet breathing of Hermione beside him, who was sleeping soundly. But he couldn’t sleep.

Finally, taking the hint that the sleep was unlikely to come in the next minutes, he sighed.

“If I’m not going to sleep, I should be doing something useful at least.”

Quietly got rid of the blankets, retrieved his coat and shoes before leaving the room to the hallway, and closed the door carefully. Not wanting to wake his friend.
The dark hallway lit by torches, silent, damp, wasn’t much different from when it was day. Especially, since there weren’t any windows. The lighting never changed here. Only the drop in the temperature, and the lowest number of laments, could reveal that, in fact, it was night.

A shudder shook his frame:
-So cold. – He muttered, throwing his coat the heat spell that he hadn’t thrown that morning.

For a moment he thought in going to the kitchen with Ron, but did not want to listen to his best friend's bluster. If he went he would surely end up with a headache.”
"I can always re-register the cell of Malfoy.” - He said to himself. Surely he wouldn’t find anything new, but at least he would be doing something.
The vision of the small, dirty room, dimly lighted by the torches of the hall was depressing. How could someone like Malfoy survive in such a place? He tried to imagine the proud Slytherin freezing cold, sitting on the damp stone floor, dirty, hungry. The vision made him nauseous. It reminded him too much of Sirius.
He looked at the other inmates of the hall and had to grit his teeth.

"No, they deserve it. They are here for their crimes" Deaf to the voice telling him that Sirius had been innocent. "This has been a bad idea, I have better go back and try to grab some sleep" He started to walk back.
A sound, a whisper, put Harry on alert when he was only a couple of corridors away to the guard’s rest room.

In a moment he was seeking refuge in the shadows, hiding. He crouched slightly, trying to make as little noise as possible.

"Malfoy?"

He began to sneak up on the source of the faint murmur. Not hearing anything else, not the pleas of the prisoners, not their unconnected babbling, just that whisper. He recognized it instantly, a Dementor. He came to the hall where the only sound was that, and looked out of the corner cautiously. Did they guard Azkaban so late in the night? Well, not that the Dementors needed to rest. Did they? He decided to ask Hermione about it.
The truth was he never had bothered to find out anything about the Dementors, beyond how to defeat them. A thing he now regretted, and that he regretted even more when he found out what Dementor was in there.
There, motionless, before a cell, was him.
The torchlight shone faintly in his robe, his whiteness, making it look even more delicate than he had thought when he saw him on the roof.

He wouldn’t go much beyond his shoulder in height. And it could be seen that under the cloth his body was slender, very thin. But from his hiding place he couldn’t see who was hiding underneath the hood. His head was bowed, and seemed be looking into the small space.

It was so intriguing…

On impulse Harry decided to leave the corner, exposing himself. What harm could it do? It wasn’t as if he couldn’t defend himself against a Dementor. Just in case he reached into his pocket and grabbed his wand, but didn’t remove it from his coat. He didn’t want to look threatening.
The Dementor saw the movement and turned to face him. Harry saw very clearly, as the creature went tense as a bowstring the instant he saw him. As he befitted the small shoulders and stepped back. It seemed he was going to run away any minute now.
- Wait! - The Dementor stopped hesitantly.
-I will not hurt you. - "How ridiculous was that, Harry? By God, he can’t even understand you. Can he?” He had stopped after all. Could it be that ... he tried to make his voice as smooth as possible.
- Are you the Dementor Lord? - This seemed to make the white shudder.

But when he didn’t go back, the Auror took another step forward. He was almost within arm's reach.

The Dementor became started.

Harry stretched out just as the creature began to walk away. His fingers brushing his coat before the creature ran away like a wisp of fog, the pale appearance disappearing around the corner.
-So soft… - Harry whispered, looking surprised at his hand.

He had never touched a Dementor, and now that he had made it, just a thought plagued his head.

Soft. He couldn’t compare it to anything that had touched before. It was cold, leaving a tingling in the fingers, almost intangible as smooth as it was.
- I have to talk to Hermione.
When he came back to the guardroom Hermione was still asleep and it was almost time for his call. Not much time after Ron entered the door, yawning, eager to go to bed.
-Henry waits in the kitchen. - Said, giving him a piece of paper on which the guard had drawn a little map, before hanging his coat on the hook of the wall.
-Thanks Ron. - He took it and put it in his pocket.
-Agggh, still no sign of him. It's incredible. - Ron ruffled his hair frustrated, as if the thought of it was causing him itching, Harry could not help smiling.
- You didn’t believe that he was going to appear before you and get caught, no? - His friend snorted indignantly getting into the mattress. Harry had to turn around to keep from laughing.
- See you at breakfast. - The only answer was a muffled groan from the pillow. Smiling out, he took the way to the kitchens; it was now his turn to haunt the place to see if they were able to catch the elusive ferret.
Hours passed slowly without any more inducement that poor Henrys conversation. Apparently, he wanted to hear firsthand the story of the end of the war. And it was Harry something hated to remember. Unfortunately, his refusal to talk about it left them without so much more to say.

He thought asking about the white Dementor, but dismissed the idea; he didn’t want to explain his reasons to a stranger, not having a friend with much more knowledge than the guard.

When it came time to swift turns, it didn’t cost him too much to convince Henry that he should return to rest.

He would accompany Hermione.
-Good night. - greeted his friend.

Hermione's hair was disheveled after being asleep, looking like a nest of mice. Her wrinkled clothes that she had slept with. And her tired face made her look like some kind of ghost. Harry did not look much better, starting with his sleep derivate eyes, his wrinkled clothes and his hair... well, his hair was impossible to comb, so it really didn’t matter too much if it was more than rumbled.

At the time the Auror was sipping a cup of coffee he had taken from the kitchen.
-Good night Hermione. Did you sleep well? – He handed her another cup of coffee.
-Thanks. - took the cup- I haven’t slept very well, but it doesn’t matter.-She waved her hand in dismissal- Well, are you going to tell me what happens? – And arched an eyebrow taking a sip casually.
-I should have known that you would realize something amiss. – He smiled; sometimes Hermione was able to read him to perfection.
-It isn’t hard to know that you want to talk about something. The way you and Ron are always so heavy sleepers, there must be some reason to want to stay and keep me company instead of going to bed. Well what is it? – Her friend was staring into the darkness of the hallway. It seemed that something was around his head.
- Hermione, What do you know about Dementors? - Asked without looking away.
-More or less the same as you. Why you ask?
-Just before we meet again in the room of the guards, and now a couple of hours ago ... I saw a white Dementor. Do you know if that's weird? – He looked at her expectantly. He needed to know.

Hermione bit her lip in concentration, trying to remember anything she had heard about something like that.
- As far as I know, there isn’t any white Dementor. But as I said, I don’t know much about it. I could look in the library…- “Um ... white dementors.” Quickly her head was cataloging the books she knew that might be useful.
-Thank you Hermione.
- He had something else that was different?
- I think he understand me. At one point, when I asked him to stop, he reacted as if he knew what I had said.
-Maybe it was the Lord Dementor. - Different, not only in color, but also able to understand them. Had a good chance at being it.
-I've thought it. But he seemed so fragile…, I mean, the Dementor Lord is not the most powerful Dementor of Azkaban? He seemed like the wind could take him away, so thin he looked.
-Appearances can be deceiving. – She retorted. Harry nodded, not entirely convinced.
-I guess we'll know in the morning. - And continued sipping coffee.

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Harry, Ron and Henry were finishing preparing to go to see the Dementor Lord, when finally, Hermione stood before the fireplace ready to go to the ministry.
-Write anything important he tells you, I what to know everything when I return. - Insisted Auror for the tenth time that morning.
-Yesss- The two friends replied wearily. But when she opened her mouth to say something more, Ron couldn’t take anymore.
- Do you want to go now? If it’s necessary I will let you see my memories, but for Merlin, go and stop insisting. - Hermione glared at him.
- Do not talk to me like that Ron Weasley!
-Enough! Nothing is going to escape our notice Mione, now please, if you don’t hurry you will end up without time left for all you have to do.- Harry also wanted to go and talk to the Lord Dementor, but he respect his friend. Something which sometimes he wasn’t sure Ron knew how to do. The curly haired Auror looked at the old clock.
-Okay. Have a nice day. The ministry! - And disappeared into the chimney.
-We're going or what. -The redhead was already at the door. Henry put his keys in his pocket and swallowed, preparing for what awaited him, he never liked having to talk to this creature, but this was an emergency so....
- Well, let's go then.

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Henry led the way, with Ron and Harry a couple of steps behind.

They had long since left the cells behind, moving to an area of labyrinthine corridors of bare rock. The torch had been becoming increasingly rare, until they had to light their wands to light the path.
Despite knowing that it was morning, Harry had the feeling that it had not yet dawned.

The temperature was dropping as they advanced, until even with the magically warm spell they could feel the cold. The only sounds were the steps of the three, the sound of their breathing, a drop of water hitting the ground in some corner of the site... Soon, they began to see the fear of elves to the Dementors. Must have passed years since one of them dared to approach.

The floor was covered with a thick layer of dust, thick cobwebs hanging from the ceilings. Then they also began to notice it, that oppressive feeling that indicated the proximity of one of them. The murmur of the survival instinct that prompts you to run.

Fear.

Harry clenched his jaw and fought the impulse, sinking it so deep in his subconscious that his presence was easily ignored. He gave thanks for the grueling training received, which enabled him to withstand this kind of mental pressure without so much as a tingling.
Finally the light of their wands lit something ahead of them. They went closer, and Harry and Ron could see what could not be anything other than the entrance to the tower. A large, old wooden door, dark, with rusty metal bands.

Henry sighed squaring his shoulders and took the knocker.
"Try to be respectful .- they held their breath while Henry hit the wall, the sound, in contrast to the deathly silence of the place, seemed to spread through the corridors like the touch of a funeral bell. When the sound died, the creaking of the door caused the three to stare at it.
Harry watched as the door opened and the creature on the other side came to the light, his heart beating furiously in his chest.
Ragged clothes dragged dust in his wake, whispering like a ghost. A feeling of terror flooded Harry brutally for a moment, making him tremble before being able to contain it with great difficulty. He noted that Ron took a step backward with eyes open in terror, and Henry swallowed noisily.
Before them, dark as the deepest of the nights, terrible and powerful, was the Dementor Lord.
Continue.
(In the next chapter Draco)
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