Sorry it took me like three weeks. The last chapter just wrote itself and I just figured out yesterday where the story was to go from there. I have to say that I didn't actually proofread this chapter so if anyone sees any errors, please feel free to point them out so that I can correct them. I did receive the number of reviews that I asked for so thank you to all that reviewed.

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Chapter 10

Harry's pov

Two burly men also entered the room behind Lucius. The blonde man smirked when he spotted Harry. He grabbed something out of his pocket and slapped it to the wall. An insistent and immediate shrill filled the air. Not that the humans could hear it but Harry could. He screamed and clapped his hands over his ears as the sound drove him mad. His wings shimmered once before withdrawing into his back right through his shirt.

This isn't supposed to be happening! Harry thought with a panic as his powers shut down. In one last-ditch effort to get himself and Draco away, he grabbed the taller boy's wrist and pulled him to his feet. The angel ran desperately towards the nearest wall intending to insubstantiate both himself and Draco despite the knowledge on what a permanent drain this would on his abilities of an angel in the long run. He concentrated as he touched the wall willing up all of his reserves of strength and pushed at it. Nothing happened. What was worse, though, was the fact that he had led Draco straight into a corner. The pitch in sound changed a bit and Harry lost all coordination in his body and collapsed.

"What did you do to him?" Draco snapped with both fear and anger.

"I merely evened the playing field a bit," the man whom Draco had resolved not to call his father from a very young age stated. "He has otherworldly powers and it wouldn't really be fair if he just fazed you through the wall."

"How did you know?" Harry gasped.

"I didn't," Lucius stated. "That is, until the men who I have tailing my son came to me with some important information today. Apparently, a truck ran right through you. The only creature that I know of that has this ability is an angel."

The angel gawked at him from across the room. The older man smirked at the angel's look. "Oh yes, I know all about your kind," he stated. "In fact, you could say that I had the pleasure of knowing an angel personally."

Harry stared at him from his position on the floor as his body became numb and he felt his life force begin to ebb away. The man's ramblings weren't making sense. There was no way that he had gotten to know another angel personally. There was no way that the hostility and sin that he could sense even now emanating from the man wouldn't have been picked up by other angels. "What do you mean?" he gasped.

"I know some members from the demon realm that were more than happy to show me a captured angel and to aid me in developing the technology for this disrupter," the blonde man said taking a step closer to the pair. "By the way, the other angels will not know that anything has befallen you. A gift from those same demons themselves," he said holding up a globe of metal and another of white marble. The globe of metal started to hum a frequency that Harry knew would cancel out his position so other angel's wouldn't be able to find him. Lucius also dropped the one made of marble to the floor. It swiveled with a creaking sound.

"The white one will send a fake signal to the heavens with your signature. Even as we speak it is copying your body's rhythms so that it can be used. The titanium orb that I am holding will make it impossible to track the real you. In fact the unique thing about this little device is that the frequency that it is humming also serves to cancel out the abilities of anyone who comes after you to come up with the most likely places that you would be like Malfoy Manor for instance," Lucius explained. His eyes glinted at the terror he saw unfolding in the angel's eyes as well as the hopelessness and defeat he saw in his son's own.

That's not possible, Harry thought in a panic. The demons, even the exiles have no quarrel against angels. We are opposite forces and acknowledge and respect each other's places. It's written in the archaic laws of both heaven and hell. What are they doing moving in on my mission?

"Move aside Draco, you know that failure to do so will result in not only suffering for you but suffering for him as well," the man said.

Harry looked at him with alarm. "Draco don't list-" and felt a surge of annoyance as use of his voice and mouth was cut off to him. Well this is just plain aggravating.

Draco's pov

Draco took one look at where the angel lay sprawled on the floor as he heard the cut off plea. Then he looked up at Lucius with a hint of fear in his grey eyes. The blonde man was simply staring at him without any expression on his face.

He glanced back at Harry. His mouth was open in a silent scream as the sound began to destroy his nervous system. The small angel had rescued Draco from a horrible situation even if it was only for a few days. Then he stared at Lucius and felt the fear years of abuse had wrought upon him. Staring up into the man's eyes, Draco couldn't help but wonder if he would ever have the courage to defy the Malfoy patriarch again.

The one thing that he did know is that if he didn't move aside, Harry would most likely die and with it the last of his hope. Grey eyes caught tear-filled green and he slowly stepped aside.

"You made the right choice, Draco," the man said. He turned off the little machine and nodded to the two goons. One of them picked up the limp angel. Harry's head lolled to the side even though Draco could see that the angel was conscious. Surely he knows that this is the only way either of us will survive. Draco followed Lucius out of the apartment, he realized that it might not be death that Harry was worried about.

Harry's pov

Relief flooded Harry's system as his body stopped burning. That is, until one of the men that was with Lucius picked him up. The sins that the man had committed all clamored for him to purify him. It was almost as if the man subconsciously wanted to be delivered from whatever pain he had caused. Harry knew that a person with this kind of sense around him wasn't that uncommon.

This did not quell the dread that rose up within the angel as he was tossed into the backseat of a car. His charge climbed in and set the angel's head on his lap. Harry could see Draco's face illuminated by a street lamp and he felt fingers in his hair as he heard Lucius and his goon got in the front. The look that he saw on Draco's face when the car started was not one that Harry ever wanted to see cross his face again.

Draco's pov

Draco closed his eyes in defeat almost losing control of his emotions. With a great effort he reigned them back in and looked at the angel who he had dragged down to his own personal hell. He ran his fingers through the angel's soft hair again. Harry's eyes drifted closed exhaustedly and Draco felt the angel's entire frame relax into sleep. Flashes of what had happened just moments ago flashed through his mind. It was then that he decided that he would make sure that Harry would never scream like that again.

Draco ended up staring at the angel the entire way back to the Malfoy residence.

Harry's pov

Harry woke to the feeling of someone shaking him. He opened his eyes and saw Draco's concerned face glow in the dim light coming from the mansion behind him.

"Come on, Evans," Draco said quietly. "You have to wake up."

"It's Potter, actually," Harry mumbled under his breath and stretched. He sat up and Draco opened the door. The blonde stepped out and then waited while Harry got out then stumbled a little, as his legs wouldn't support him any longer.

"Hurry up, Draco," Lucius snapped walking around the car.

He felt his charge catch him around the waist and hold him up. This sucks, Harry thought. Not only can I not protect Draco, he has to support me! The angel leaned against the taller teen nonetheless and together they walked up to the front of the house. For the first time in his life, he began to doubt his position. If he couldn't even guard one person properly, then what was the point of becoming a guardian angel at all?

That is when he heard a slight whimper from Draco and the blonde collapsed like a boneless fish. Harry looked up and saw the dark stick coming toward his head and he knew no more.

Draco's pov

The pain lanced across Draco's temples, as the blonde slowly became aware of his surroundings. He stayed still a moment until it subsided and groaned softly as he sat up and opened his eyes to darkness. The air was cold and he shivered. He lifted his arm to his head trying to soothe his headache and jumped as he heard metal rattle on the floor. Draco looked at the ancient iron shackles on his wrists and ankles in complete amazement. I can't believe that I've ended up in this situation again, he muttered to himself as memories came flooding back. He knew that he was in the Malfoy dungeons and worse, he knew that Harry was nearby too.

Draco took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and then gagged slightly as the scent of rotting flesh came to his nostrils. The body probably wasn't even in his cell. Draco didn't bother to send his thoughts out to the poor soul who had met his end there. It was pointless and would just serve to make him feel worse than he already did.

Draco couldn't help but let out a defeated noise that was halfway between a groan and a sob. Tears of fury filled his eyes as he thought of what a bastard the man who had sired him was and how he was helpless to save the beautiful angel. Yes, even sometimes Draco Malfoy had to cry. He just usually preferred to do it alone.

Harry's pov

Harry winced, as he became aware of high-pitched tinny sound that burned his ears. He knew that whatever it was, that blasted device was still cutting out his powers. He felt himself hanging on something and his head pounded. The angel's arms ached with exhaustion and he opened his eyes. Draco! He thought in alarm as he remembered what happened. A cold chill stole over his bones as he realized that none of this would have happened if he hadn't interfered with the blonde's life. It's all my fault, he thought and then winced as the mental pain of failing his charge took hold of him and he shuddered.

Harry glanced around the room. He noticed that despite the fact that there were blood stains everywhere along with the smell of must, the room was brightly lit with an incandescent light bulb hanging from the ceiling. He could feel the ancient agony that still permeated throughout the stone walls and even on the device that he was chained to.

It was a kind of wooden circle and both sets of arms and legs were shackles directly onto the thing. Harry was glad he didn't weigh any more than he did because if he did, his arms would surely have been pulled out of his pockets by now. On the other hand, if he could feel the echoes of pain and sin from the people who had long since passed on, then it Lucius must have not tuned it properly. That meant there was a chance that Harry's other powers were back online even if they were inhibited. He immediately tried to become insubstantial. It didn't work. Quickly he tested his other abilities. Harry groaned in frustration. Nothing else was online. What the hell were he and Draco supposed to do now?

Well, another chapter done. I know that some of you are anxious for Harry and Draco to get together, but Draco has been through a lot of crap and he really doesn't know Harry that well yet. However, I can promise you that there will be an interesting scene between them in the next chapter that I hope to be up in the next few weeks because frankly, I am a bit impatient for that to happen too. Anyway, please find it in your hearts to review. Ttfn