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Dementor Kiss	By : Ladtheove Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5999 -:- 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
- 3
- 4
- 5
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.

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 to all my readers for encouraging me. And sorry for my so slow updating, I struggled a lot with this writing. I've written and rewritten it many times, but I hope the result was worth it.

Now without further ado I present:

Dementor Kiss

Chapter 4 - Soul

Harry watched as the door opened and the creature on the other side came to light, his heart beating furiously in his chest.

Ragged clothes dragged dust in his wake, whispering like a ghost. A feeling of terror flooded brutally in Harry for a moment, making his body tremble before being able to contain it with great difficulty. He noted that Ron had taken a step backward, his eyes eyes open in terror, and Henry swallowed saliva noisily.

Before them, dark as the deepest of nights, terrible and powerful, stood the Dementor Lord.

The air in the corridor became even colder, the breath of the visitors beginning to condense. The light from the wands seemed to grow dim before his mere presence. The withered glow illuminating the place like in a nightmare.

Harry began to feel the cold chilling him to the bone. Freezing the breath in his lungs, his hands wet with cold sweat, the wand heavy between his fingers. Angrily, grabbed it harder, digging his nails in his palm. He looked up gasping, haunted by fear, instigating, whispering him to flee, drowning him. But gritted his teeth, and painfully, with the steel will acquired at the expense of surviving a war, as bloody and painful as the one he had to fight, dominated it.

The Dementor was more or less the same height and build as him. The species robe preventing the sight of his face.

But the dark. The aura of utter despair and terror around him, enveloping him like a blanket, was much more terrible than any other of its kind.

Next to him Ron struggled to dominate the sudden panic attack gasping like a fish out of water. Henry, however, more accustomed to the dementors, seemed to have regained his composure, though pale and trembling.

- What bring you to our domain, men? - The voice, the whisper of the Dementor was made understandable. Hissing, dark, attractive. Adhered to your senses like oil to the skin. He felt a shiver of total disgust. Beside Harry Henry took a step forward with a plaque identifying him in his stretched the hand.

-My name is Henry Cleawater, guard of Azkaban.- His voice trying to be firm, but Harry could apperceive a slight tremor in it. The Lord nodded acknowledging him.

-I know who you are. What remains unanswered is the cause of your presence at the door of our home.- Henry fought the urge to kneel before the oppressive presence that threatened to seize his body. And squared his shoulders.

-U ... one of the prisoners of the fourth level, Draco Malfoy, has escaped. - The Dementor hissed, prompting the guard to take a step back involuntarily.

-I know. We were asked for it. We have not seen him yet, if we had, you would know. - whispered maliciously.

Harry knew what he would have done at finding Malfoy, and under what conditions would have returned to his cell ... or to the morgue. He saw the monster enjoyed the growing discomfort of Henry. Furious, took a step forward, unable to see the Dementor Lord so cruelly playing with the friendly guard.

-What we want is to be allowed to register the tower .- the words left his lips before he could stop it. The hood turned sharply in his direction, but Harry was adamant, refusing to show any sign of fear, although to breath refused to enter his lungs.

- And why would you have to do such a thing? - The cavernous voice enveloped the Auror pressing him, making Harry start sucking convulsively for breath, the frightened little voice in his head growing louder, but he refused to be intimidated. "It's just a Dementor, I won a dozen before, this is no different," he said to himself, and took a breath sharply.

-We think there are chances that Malfoy has been able to hide inside. - His voice hoarse from the effort. The Dementor Lord threw his head back, a sinister laugh, like the screech of metal against metal came from his throat.

-There's no living in our tower.-

-Still, we have to be sure. - insisted stubbornly.

-No. - The Dementor Lord refused at once. His tone admitted no argument. The darkness of the hall seemed to intensify. The cold began to frost the moisture in the floor and walls. Harry opened his mouth to reply, but Henry put his hand on his arm as a warning.

-Sorry to have bothered you, please pardon our impertinence .- Henry whispered, voice choked with terror. He bowed and began dragging Harry with him, Ron at his heels completely terrified. The Dementor Lord did not even turn to look at them as he walked back inside the tower, closing the door behind him, taking with him the cold and dark.

Henry quickly took them to the room of the guards, ignoring any attempt to speak from Harry.

- What were you thinking! I told you to be polite! - Henry was red with anger. Harry faced him annoyed by the attitude of the guard.

-In case you didn´t realize, I was trying to help. That dementor was laughing at you! -

- We were in his territory, it was his right! – Henry gestured angrily toward the door from they had entered.

- No, it was not! You are a guard and ...

- HE IS THE LORD DEMENTOR! You have to remember that if these creatures are controlled is because he wants! Maybe it doesn´t matter to you, but I have to live here! - Harry closed his mouth abruptly. Henry sank exhausted on the sofa next to Ron, who had scarcely begun to recover from the experience. The black haired man approached the guard contrite

-Look ... I'm sorry. I shouldn´t had intervened. –

Henry sighed.

-It's okay. I guess now we can´t register the tower.

-Don´t be so sure.- Harry smiled.

Henry looked up. At that time the flames of the fire roared letting Hermione in.

-Hi. How was the visit with the Dementor Lord? - Asked.

The aurors and the guard looked at each other.

Sunlight, barely enough to dimly illuminate the room, entered from the dirty window.

The little light that penetrated the thick clouds and haze coming from the sea, was depressing.

-A depressing light, to a depressing place. How appropriate. – Using his sleeve´s edge cleared a small circle of the thick dust that covered the window glass. The landscape on the other side was no more than a rough sea lost in the fog. Even when it was noon, the sun could rarely be seen here.

The figure sitting on the stone seat at the foot of the window was shaking.

-So cold. - murmured.

He got up and knelt beside the fire.

The room was old but well preserved. In fact, the only dirty element was the window. The tower windows were never cleaned, it was a security measure so nobody could see anything from outside.

Something stupid if you ask me. But here I had no voice or vote. What familiar. Had not been like that all his life?

The bed was an antique of solid wood, every inch carved with lions and plants. It had a magnificent canopy, with curtains of crimson velvet and gold embroideries worn by time. A comfortable and gold baroque mirror, a small table against the wall with a chair, and the thick carpet placed before the fire on which he had sat, was the furniture that filled the room. The whole place had a feeling of decadence, worn, but still noble.

"An environment that suits me" He rubbed his hands and spread them to the warm fire, apprehensively noting the extreme pallor of his skin. The way he could almost follow the path of veins under the surface. "Yesterday I wasn´t so pale" He swallowed convulsively and rose, coming closer to the mirror.

He dropped the hood that covered his face.

Silver blond hair spilled out to rest on his shoulders. Haze gray eyes surrounded by dark circles, stared back. The high cheekbones, thin lips, pale skin ... so pale. Draco stifled a groan of despair. "No. No, no, nonononono ...ENOUGH!" Leaned his forehead against the cold surface of the mirror to cool down, while trying to catch his breath. "I can still stop it, I have time." He looked into his eyes.

Yes, he still has time. But how much? He just couldn´t do anything. He needed help.

Draco left the mirror, needing to focus, needing to think. He sat by the fireplace, wrapped in his white robe. The heat of the fire wasn´t a relief, but the flames offered him something to watch while plotting.

"I will not become one." If anything was left oh him after seven years in hell, it was his pride and determination. "I have lost everything. Power, wealth, magic, freedom, even my body has been ..." He looked at his hands, so thin, he knew that his ribs under the cloak would also be prominent. Little remained of the handsomeness that he had previously taken for granted. "If the only thing I have left is my soul ..." He touched the palm of his hand to his chest, feeling the beat of his own heart " I will defend it with all my might. Whatever It Takes"

Draco observed the white robe that covered his battered body. White ... for now. If you he didn´t want it ending up black, he had to act quickly.

When Hermione entered the room of the guards, she could immediately see that the interview with the Dementor Lord hadn´t gone well. Ron cat-atonic, guilty-looking Harry, Henry avoiding his gaze. But after having heard the story she felt like kicking her friend. She rubbed his temples to try to dispel the headache.

- So, see if I'm clear. You insulted the Dementor Lord.

- I didn´t insult him Mione. I just went a little rough. - Harry tried to defend himself.

- ... – Hermione took a deep breath to calm down, there was no point in getting angry with his friend. What was done was done. "I guess we can´t do anything about it."

Ron had finally recovered, but was busy undoing the suitcase Hermione had brought him. Just so he didn´t have to admit that he had been paralyzed by fear when they saw the Dementor Lord.

- How about you? You found the new spell? – Henry asked the brown haired Auror.

-Of course .- She pulled a thick volume of the backpack titled "Spells detectors and sniffer" And opened it from the marked page .- I think this will serve our purposes.- pointed the paragraph - It's a very powerful spell that detects magical presences and flow of magic. I hope it's enough.

- Could we prove it? - Asked Ron livelier. "Harry nodded, smiling.

- Hermione, what happens? - Ron shook his friend.

He and Harry had been accompanying the Auror while testing the spell on Malfoy's cell, when at finishing had fallen directly into the red head arms. Totally of.

-Put her here. - Harry spread his coat on the floor so Ron could put Mione down.

What had happened? He mused worried. If anything happened to her ... Harry got up in search of a mediwitch, when a cry made him come back.

- Hermione! We had us worried .- Ron was squashing a blushing Hermione – Don´t scare us again.- and smiled relieved, it was just a little faint. Thank goodness.

-Yes, yes. I'm fine. Ron please, let me go, you're suffocating me. - She tried to hide the blush coughing, while the redhead let go.

- What happened? - The Auror just shake up her clothes trying to keep her composure despite the color that was out in her face.

-It was just an overload, I didn´t expect the spell to reveal so much information. Next time I'll be more careful.

- Have you learned anything interesting? - Ron was ecstatic. Hermione nodded somberly, her face serious.

- We hadn´t noticed the dark aura before because it was masked in the one of the prison. But something ... someone has practiced dark magic in the cell. And not just any spell. Never, never I have fel anything like that. Whatever he did I couldn´t be good for Malfoy. - Harry frowned thoughtfully.

-Well, somebody did something to Malfoy before he escaped. So what? He deserved it.- the red head intervened.

-You don´t know what you're saying Ron. This is not like a stinging spell; I could be even darker than the unforgivables. - The red-haired Auror was deaf to the words of his companion.

Harry felt a wave of hatred and disgust against whoever had been so wicked as to use that kind of magic.

- Who could have done that? – He said almost to himself.

-I don´t know. - Murmured Mione.- But this complicates matters.

-For now we can´t do nothing. I'd better stick with the original plan and register the different levels of the prison. Back to the room, it's time to get going.

In the lounge they met with Henry and his partner Tomas, who was still looking at them with superiority.

-Well, then that is clear. -Harry said pointing to the large map of the prison who had been returned to its spread position on the table. - Hermione and Henry will register the four levels underground, me and Ron the top four, and Tomas will do the guards in the kitchen. Remember, all doors must remain sealed to keep Malfoy from going from one level to another, unable to move freely within the prison. Register meticulously each level before proceeding to the next, so we can corner him. Questions? – No one said anything.- In that case we can start, we will stop at eight to come back here for dinner, if there are any problems send your patronus .- all nodded and split up to go to their respective duties.

- At last the hunt begins! - Ron said cheerfully.

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