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Warning: This story contains yaoi, it means love between men. As much as drama and suffering, supernatural creatures and sex related scenes.
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.
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Dementor Kiss
Chapter 2 – White
His figures were dark, dressed in threadbare clothes washed by the sea wind, whispering, with a chilling sound that made him shudder. They seemed to be gathered around something. Harry 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 other dementors studied him closely, even gently touching his robe. Just, so barely, carefully, as if afraid to hurt him.
It was incredibly strange.
Harry would never have believed the dementors able to act with such gentleness, if he wasn´t watching it now.
The auror moved closer to the railing, putting his hand on it, totally 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 air 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 wasn´t a prisoner and shouldn´t be attacked, but it wouldn´t be the first time one of these creatures had confronted him for no reason. However, the grim monsters didn´t move from their position on the roof, and Harry was allowed to slightly relax his pose.
The white one had turned too, but under the shadow of the hood his face couldn´t be seen, not at that distance. And although he supposed it couldn´t look any different from the common nightmarish look of a Dementor, Harry found it hard to imagine the white one hiding something so hideous. Somehow that that seeming delicate creature might look so horrible, seemed just wrong. A very estrange thought to be having, Harry toll himself, and shook his head to get rid of it.
He was just thinking this kind of things, because he had come work without taking any breakfast. That had to be it. Hungry nonsense.
Suddenly a white light made otter appeared before the Auror, almost nose to nose. Startled, Harry took a step back.
Hermione's Patronus smiled slightly: "I've finished with the scans, meet me at the guards restroom in a quarter hour" The otter made a bow in the air and shot out, probably looking for Ron.
"Well, I better go back." - With one last glance at the pale apparition, the dark haired auror walked back inside.
"You're late." - Hermione said without looking away from the huge map that almost filled the entire table.
Harry sighed, it had taken him nearly half an hour to find his way back to the guards break room. Azkaban was practically a maze, it wasn´t his fault if he ended getting lost.
Miraculously, Ron had made his way back 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 wasn't my fault, Hermione, this prison is like a labyrinth." - Harry 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?" – Harry asked trying to change the subject, coming nearer to see it better.
Hermione didn´t say anything, but frowned, starting to explain.
"It´s this prisons map. I asked Henry to take it out so we could become familiar with it and organize for better search." – The black haired auror took note of the complex network of corridors. It would be complicated to register so much space.
"Have you found something with the scanners?"
Mione got serious frowning slightly in concentration, as if something was bothering her.
"Has anything happened?" Asked Harry.
"The results of the scans I've done in the cell… - she said seriously. - Nothing. I can´t find a trace of Malfoys magical signature, or any other for that matter. The door hasn´t 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 Malfoy was eaten by air itself. - 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 to look at."
"While you are at the ministry, Ron and I can start searching seriously. - He looked at the map in concentration, and waved at Henry. – Explain. What's the configuration of the prison?" - Henry stood by his side:
"As I was saying to your companion, Azkaban is like a maze. It was designed so, for that in case of escape, the prisoner wouldn´t have it easy." - Ron finally got up reluctantly, taking special care in making them realize he was still sulking. But he got the other side of Henry nonetheless, to study the map.
"The ground floor contains the guard bedrooms, the kitchens, the interrogation rooms, 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 level. In the basement are located the cells of nearly all magical creatures, - Henry said as he touched a complicated network of passages beneath their floor that spread 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 magically enhanced doors, since silver affects almost all magical creatures. They can only be opened with the appropriate passwords and keys. - He gestured to the plant immediately above the one occupied. - 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 escaped Malfoy. Spell 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´s where they live."- The words came, nearly forced.
"And no one has searched inside?" -Hermione looked closely at the structure and location of it.
"No, we haven´t registered it. The Dementors live there, no one in their right mind would go inside, it´s suicidal."
"I don´t think seven years in Azkaban will leave you too sane." - Hermione has begun 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 no one has been looking inside, is the more likely place for Malfoy to be hidden." – Pressed Harry. Hermione looked at him approvingly.
"Yea, we should start there."- And nodded.
Henry sighed.
"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 him."
"He´s the Dementors leader, and the only one that understands our language. When requesting assistance from the Dementors, 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. Not without him knowing."
Hermione bit her lower lip like she was accustomed to do every time she was thinking.
"Hmm ... I see. But it´s still necessary that we make sure Malfoy isn´t there." - What if, as the guards, they assumed that such thing wasn´t 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, only to himself, and a little shyly, admitted that his reasons for wanting to get there weren´t entirely mission related. The image of a strange white dementor floating by his mind.
Was he in the tower? He was curious to know more about this creature; he wanted to see him again. Even if just deciding not to analyse the whys and hows, for wanting such a thing.
"Okay, we should better go in the morning, I will not venture to the tower at night." Henry would prefer not to approach it entirely, 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 we want to guard the kitchen?"
"Because he have to eat, and eventually will go there, Ron."- Hermione said tired already. The redhead nodded as he understood, and then smiled.
"I want to take the first call of the night."
"Sounds good, I'll do the second. Do you want to take the third Hermione? If you're going to the ministry in the morning, at least your sleep will not be disrupted to pieces." –Harry suggested.
"Yes, better that way. So you will speak to the Dementor Lord?" - She felt a little sorry for not being able to be present in the meeting, but if she didn´t go to the library, it would take twice as much time getting the new spell, and this was a mission in which time was essential. The longer it took to find Malfoy, the more opportunities he would have to open 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 guard rooms of Azkaban. "Yippy."
It will continue