Harry Potter is property of JK Rowling. I write this out of pure personal pleasure, and the desire to bring happiness to other fans. My pockets don´t want anything in return. Thanks.

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.

Note: In the end, Harry loves Draco so very much. ^^

I know I have been very late in writing this cap, and I´m sorry, hope I´m not so late for the next.

Dementor Kiss

Chapter 14 - Tears.

Draco could not help the little, desperate, sound, that escaped his lips. Like a plea, like a pray.

"Harry…"- He needed ... it was so ... so painful to be hated by him ...

Harry glanced at him, alerted by his voice.

Tomas's body slipped from his hand onto the floor. And before Draco could realize what was happening, his lips were being taken, his body trapped under a much more loved one. The magic roaring around them like a victorious shout.

"Harry ... I love you."

Harry covered Draco with his body, devouring his mouth; licking every corner, stroking tongue against tongue. Calming and seducing, urging the submission of his blond counterpart.
Needing, wanting, to own, brand, the slytherin as his. Make his mind forget the world itself, become his only desire, erase all signs of Tomas from the pale skin and cunning mind, until the only thing left to feel was Harry itself.

Draco moaned and sobbed beneath him, his body loose and fallen into the mattress as if he didn´t have strength left to move; the pliant softness of one falling in shock.

Harry didn´t notice.
At the time his mind was a chaotic swirl overcome by the yearning of his magic, pulling at him with the force of a hurricane, and the primal need of protecting and possessing what was so much loved.

The auror felt his magic search for that of Draco´s. Attempt to caress it, like he would have attempted to caress a lover. Just with more calling and tries to make the other respond. But Draco´s magic was like mist, shy and elusive, impossible to attain. The total counterpart of his host, that shivered in Harrys embrace and parted his thighs to allow the fall of the griffindors hips between them, until their bodies melted one against the other; Chest to chest, hips to hips, in a long sensual touch that ripped twin guttural moans from their throats.

And it was at that perfect instant, in a second like a flash, when the auror recalled one of the first lessons from auror training; The magic of a wizard speaks of him more sincerely than any word. The magic of a wizard soaks in his soul, and takes on, the characteristics of the one to whom it belongs.

That´s why the magical signature of each witch and wizard is different from any other. That´s what makes their magic part of their very essence.

With the notion, other thought managed to cross his mind, entering the heart of the storm that surrounded them like a stray bird that´s lost in too much wind. - "If I come into contact with Dracos magic, I would know for sure how much of Viely is real. How far I can trust my feelings. And maybe ..."- Maybe discern if Draco felt the same.

Suddenly, his desire and the one his magic had been feeding his senses, converged into a perfect, focused, intent; Reaching Draco, touching the foundation of his magical essence.

His own wild magic began to calm and flam in a different way. Stopped sweeping the room, and began to float as a barrier that separated the world from them. Just as the auror began kissing the curve of the moon pale collar, and felt the shudder of pure pleasure that ran through Draco in a delicate tremor. When he drawled his magic to surround his will be lover, like a warm blanket and shield. Wrapping, cuddling, soothing, urging the surrender, and asking for submission.

Draco sighed in pleasure, felling protected, warm, the cold a little less biting with Harry's magic as cover. Little by little he began to drift in the sensation…. when suddenly the "blanket" pressed gently, trying to get in touch with what wasn´t his to have.

The second Draco felt what the auror was trying to do ... one broken surprised sob escaped his throat. "No way... Harry wouldn´t do that to me. Him ..."

His eyes searched for green ones through tears not yet dry, unable to comprehend what the man he loved was trying to do. But when Harry looked at him unfazed, possessed by the desire to make contact...

"No!" - He twisted, desperately trying to flee from the tight wrapping of arms around his body, trapping him against the broad chest of Potter.

"Shhh"- Draco felt Harry whisper against his hair- "Just want to touch you." – A kiss was tenderly deposited in his temple. – "It will only be a moment, I will not hurt you. I promise"

The promise only managed to make him feel betrayed.

"No, no. Nonononono ... Harry ... enough…stop" - Shaking like a leaf with his face against the soft coat, tears began to wet the crimson cloth as he tried to make the auror understand how terrified he felt. How not being able to stop him was making his heart leap in panic.

Because even if Draco loved him. Loved him so much that if the auror had asked for his body, he wouldn´t have, couldn´t have, cared, to give in to him. Even knowing he wasn´t loved back. If Harry had asked for Draco to be his…bitch. - The thought felt like dirt. – He would have taken it. He could have done it and be happy about having that much of Harry. Wouldn´t have been the first time he was used that same way, and at least this time he would have been in the arms of the one he loved. But his magic no. His magic was not something he could gift with so little care. His magical core was all Draco had left pure, all that he had been able to attain for himself. And he couldn´t let Harry touch it. Not this way.

Not in the wake of so much anger.

It felt wrong in all kind of levels.

So he made his magic fled further inside, hiding from Harry.

But the stubborn griffindor wasn´t giving up.

He had to know.

So he pressed harder, trying to enter it, to grasp the heart of mist just beyond reach. Malfoy strained to resist, escape his embrace, put physical distance between them. But he was weak and exhausted, nearly in shock, and Harry had no trouble retaining him inside his grip, whispering reassuring words as he surged stronger and stronger against barriers long gone in barely patched walls.
Finally Draco´s natural magical resistance broke, and Harry's magic managed to get into his body.

"Ple... please ... no ..." – Malfoy sobbed weakly against his chest, fresh tears in his already moist eyes, broken, pleading. Trembling as if frozen under his calming back rubs.

Harry didn´t understand. Why was Draco putting up so much resistance? How could it look like he was hurting him more than the attempted rape he had just suffered, when he had been so good, and look fine, with his kisses and caresses? This shouldn't hurt. So why react so strongly?
He didn´t mean any harm, but Draco didn´t seem to know what was happening. He looked so scared...

"Don´t cry."- Harry whispered in the fair, nearly white, hair. – "I just want to touch you, nothing else, I promise Draco." – It felt pleasantly warmth to pronounce his name. "Believe me." – And continued stroking his back reassuringly, while pushing a little more.

" ... Ung ..." -Draco stiffened and gasped, trying to stop it. The old griffindor could feel his resistance clearly, but he was much more powerful. If the auror had wanted it, he could have shot down easily, grab the core and end the painful looking struggle. But he didn´t want to hurt him, not even by accident. Just needed a touch, nothing more.

Draco made a last attempt to break free, but the auror continued grasping him against his chest without mercy, whispering words that tried to be reassuring but weren't.

Finally his magic broke the last barrier and touched the hearth hidden in the depths of Draco... and the blond man… collapsed completely in his arms, weeping, with no strength left for anything else.

Lukewarm.

Draco's magic was lukewarm. That was the first thing Harry felt. Like a cup of tea that has been left to cool, but still retains the incredible aroma and subtle flavor. It was crystalline, pure light, like Harry. But where he was golden sun, Draco was silver moonlight. Fragile delicacy, against vibrant strength.

There wasn´t darkness in his deeps, only sadness, an immense sadness that spoke of loneliness and resignation. And a love that warmed, gently, the broken edges of the fragile essence.

Harry felt his breath catch as the heart of Draco tentatively returned the caress. Sad, broken, as if just the motion hurt, but there was no mistaking the tiny glow in it.

"Draco ... loves me?" - Someone with an essence so pure treasured him. The surprise and happiness made Harry smile and try to hug the so pure magic heart.

But when he tried to feel it more deeply something stopped him, another essence, another presence that felt like chains, dark, cold, around Draco's core. They were tied with pain, agony and suffering, a sorrow so intense that it threatened to choke the pure flame of spirit.

When he tried to reach the captured magic, the chains contracted painfully tearing a cry from Draco's throat. A sound full of pain bereft of words, that made Harry withdrew.
"What was that?"

"Draco?"

Head thrown back, eyes closed, body limp; Draco had fallen unconscious.

oOo

Hermione took a couple of steps into the room now that the magic wave had dissolved back into Harry, dodging a few pieces of what had been the closet, crystals and broken photo frames, finally coming to find Tomas still lying on the floor. A quick glance assured her that he was still alive. So she took his wand and threw a stupefy his way, just to make sure he stayed down for the time being.

Once satisfied, she looked to the bed… just in time to catch full picture of what lied in it.

She knew something had been wrong with her friend, but this was more than she had thought possible. Shocked, she watched Harry cuddle someone that could only be Malfoy.

If she hadn´t been looking at it right now, she never would have believed his best friend capable of employing so much tenderness in handling Draco Malfoy.

But there it was.

She hadn´t been able to see much until now, the magic that had prevented her from entering the room had dimed everything inside its barriers, but what she was glimpsing now was enough to make some sense of the recent attitude of Harry.

For a moment she nearly got angry. Why didn´t Harry say anything earlier? But she realized this wasn´t the time to start an argument. Wasn´t even sure about what was happening. So Mione decided to give her friend the benefit of the doubt… for now. They were going to have a serious conversation the instant they had Tomas secured.

She stopped beside the bed.

"Harry?"

Her friend looked up.

"Hermione?"

She froze.
The look in those green eyes she loved like they were the ones of a brother, she had seen enough times before, to recognize now:
Love.

For years she had wanted to see her best friend happily in love with a girl, especially since he gave up in searching for one himself.

But this was ... well, she hadn´t even though his friend might be gay.

"Harry ..." – Mione started, not knowing how to take it. – "Care to explain what's going on?"

The Auror looked at the inert figure in his arms. Only then Mione really noticed Malfoy.

Throughout the investigation had never arisen the notion of how could have the stay in Azkaban changed the old slytherin. Even when she discovered he was becoming a dementor, she didn´t really think about it.

That´s why the impact now was even greater than it could have been, had she been prepared.

"O God."- She whispered.

It seemed as though Malfoy had not grown an inch since the last time they saw each other during their sixth year at Hogwarts. He couldn´t be taller than Harry's shoulder line now, if anything, what he had done, was lose bulk. His long, thin bones could clearly be outlined under the too pale skin. Malfoy was so thin she knew he had to be sick.

The pale skin that should have been a perfect expansion of whiteness, but instead looked ashen, speaking of malnutrition and too long not seen sun. But what really shocked the female auror were the scars. If you didn´t look for them, they were white enough to pass unnoticed, but once noticed, they were clearly there; Signs of torture.

"But torturing prisoners is forbidden." –Hermione looked at Tomas´s unconscious form. The realization of what he had done flooding her mind. –"He was supposed to be a guard, should dispense justice. Was responsible for the welfare of the prisoners under his care!"- The unfathomable dislike she always felt for the ones who dared to corrupt justice, unfolded inside her breast much like liquid fire. It was the work of people like him, that so many wizards and witches, did not trust the ministry and their justice system even now.

Silently she vowed to see Tomas judged for his crimes.

At the same time his mind kept recalling the original beauty of the young Slytherin, from witch only his hair, so blond and shiny as the mane of a unicorn, was left.

And then, Harry turned to her, and she could see Malfoy´s face.

Rose thin lips like, delicately crisscrossed by tear trails sunken cheeks, like violet watercolor dark circles washed under long, almost white, lashes, completed the misery picture of fragileness, delicacy, and sadness so broken as to seem impossible to mend...

Hermione felt her heart shrink.

"That´s Malfoy?" - Whispered softly, almost afraid of waking him. She felt the sudden desire to hug the man against her chest and comfort him until the tears dried completely. But didn´t act upon it.

"Yes, he is. I will tell you what happened, just give me a moment to dress him." -

That was when Mione realized that under the shelter of Harry's body, Draco wore nothing. She quickly turned away, not wanting to see any more than necessary.

"I'll tie Tomas." - She returned to where the guard remained unconscious.

Harry looked around for the white robe, but it was nowhere to be seen. Until finally he saw what looked like gray cloth hanging over the edge of the bed. He picked it up thinking maybe the robe was under, but immediately recognized the immense soft touch under his fingers; It was Draco's robe.

"It has become gray" – The auror didn´t know why, but seeing it´s new sad color made his heart sank. And while dressing the limp body, couldn´t help but realize how unhealthy the new hue made Draco look.

Finally the slytherin was decent and in Harrys arms, and Hermione had Tomas well tied and levitating behind her.

"Let's go to the guards rooms. I think we both need to grab some breakfast."

oOo

Harry looked into the cup held in his hands, at the dark tea, and his reflection in it. Something to stare at, while putting his thoughts in order.

They were in the guard's room, sitting at the only table of the small chamber. Between them spread about all the wood, they had the delicious breakfast brought by Kreacher, the first decent meal they had had in weeks, and yet none Harry none Hermione seemed to find the hunger to really enjoy it. Unable to take their minds off the latest developments.

Behind them were the three people who seemed to hold the key to end the investigation and clarify everything; Draco and Pansy unconscious in the mattresses, and Tomas, also unconscious, tied to a chair.

Neither Harry nor Hermione wanted to be the first to speak, and the minutes began to stretch taut until finally it was the male aurorthe one to break the silence.

"Hermione." - He looked up from the cup. –"Hear me out before making any decision, please." - Hermione was his best friend, had always supported him, even in the most difficult situations, when not even Ron had remained at his side. If someone could understand what he felt for Draco, it had to be her.

"All right Harry, I will hear you. You know you can tell me anything." – And extended her hand over Harrys on a reassuring gesture.

He nodded.

At first slowly, then with more and more confidence and speed, the story of how he came to fall in love with Draco Malfoy, started escaping his lips almost without thinking.

The deception of Viely, his feelings, the Dementor Lords torture, the needles, the moments together, their... their first time. Although this only made out his mouth for an instant, as a catalyst for everything that came later. And at the end:

"Look Hermione, I know it sounds crazy, but I'm in love with him. And know Draco feels the same." - The look in his eyes was unmistakable. Exactly the same gaze that lit his pupils every time he launched into a suicide mission, armed only with wand and courage.

Hermione sighed.

"Harry... you love him. I get it. But how can you be sure of his feelings? He could be using you to get rid of the curse, or to scape Azkaban. Or both. I know that now he looks like the epitome of innocence."- She glanced toward the mattress where the blond lay. – "But keep in mind who he is."

Harry smiled.

"I said it already Hermione. In this, I believe."

"Harry ..." - began Mione.

"No, Hermione. I'm not mistaken in this. I checked myself."

She shook her head in exasperation.

"The only way to know for sure is if you have used verisaterum, and we both know you did not because the only bottle we brought was the one I had in my backpack."

"I didn´t have to. I only had to touch the heart of his magic."-

Hermione's eyes widened.

"Can´t believe he let you do that ... Malfoy must really love you." –The end muttered almost to herself.

Harry frowned slightly.

"Well ...it´s not like I left him any other choice."

"You... forced him? - The horror made itself something almost palpable in the words.

"It was the only way to really know." -

PAM! Miones palms hit abruptly the table.

"Harry! I can´t believe what you've done! – She was furious. Harry got up in turn, ready to defend himself.

"I don´t understand why you're like this. Weren´t you saying that I had to make sure?"

"Aren´t you aware of what you've done?! Harry, to invade the magical heart of a wizard is considered worse than rape! And for someone like Malfoy who grew up with the notion of how important his magic is... Do you realize that for him, his magic is the most important thing?"

"I ... "- He swallowed.

"No, no. Nonononono ... Harry ... enough."-The memory exploded inside his brain, displaying in total clarity the pain laced in the too wide gray eyes.

He stepped back like slapped.

"O my God." - Muttered.

"Ple ... please ... no ..."-Draco's desperation now so much understandable, so sick and wrong.

Harry dropped shakily into the chair, feeling like he was going to get sick.

"Hermione ... What have I done?" - Barely whispered.

Hermione became silent, but after a moment, sighed, and approached her friend, putting her little hand on his broad shoulder, unable to remain angry when it was obvious Harry was berating himself already with any help. Actually, the auror looked like he was going to vomit or start sobbing any moment now. And he was her best and most cherished friend, even if he could be lots of unaware and rash when not really meaning to.

"You didn´t knew what you were doing." – She tried to be comforting, but Harry didn´t seem to be listening.

"He tried to warn me. Begged me not to." – One of his hands came to rest on his head pulling the hair there in despair. - "God, how could I…?" - Guilt threatened to drown him. The mere thought of Draco hurt because of him, hating him, made his heart clench and his blood quiver. Didn´t even register the notion of how three weeks ago, he would have whole heartedly returned the sentiment without any care.
–"…He may hate me now..." – A mere whisper, but enough for Hermione to catch.

"Did you feel it? His hate for you?"

He looked at her blankly before answering.

"No ... just sadness. Why does that matter?"

Hermione smiled reassuringly.

"Then he doesn't hate you. If he had for what you did to him, you would have felt it in his core. If the only thing you did notice was sorrow, then it´s clear he didn´t enjoy the experience, but he doesn´t hate you. Even so, I would advise some serious apologizing as soon as he´s awake. Got it?-Se poked his chest.

Harry nodded and looked at Draco, deeply asleep in the mattress. If what Hermione had said was true, Draco still loved him.

He wanted to smile with relief, but wished he could cruciate himself too. Just to actually experience some pain of his own, instead of watching it fall upon fragile, already so hurt, Draco.

In that instant Tomas shifted weakly, and opened his eyes to find himself tied to a chair.

He glared at the two Aurors, between greasy matted hair.

"Can I know why I'm tied to a chair?" – An accusation and a breath of rage.

Harry was recovered and standing the next second, feeling the anger come back to the surface in need of vengeance and physical violence. Only keeping himself in check because of Hermione's presence not two feet to his left. But it didn´t stop him from coming dangerously close to the guard, like the snake that circles his prey. In his eyes could be clearly read what bordered on homicidal revulsion. If looks could kill Tomas wouldn´t be breathing now.

"Let's see ... How about for torturing and raping a prisoner for whose wellbeing you were responsible? – His voice made it out, in an oozing poison low hiss that made Tomas shudder unwillingly.

Hermione observed Harry, ready to stop him if necessary. She didn´t think he would do anything, not really, but his magic had been pretty unpredictable lately. Wouldn´t do for her best friend to become a murderer by accident.

Harry looked over his shoulder at her, like sensing her thoughts, avada color eyes full of barely contained ire, and magic starting to charge the atmosphere like a thunderstorm… but a moment later Harry shook his head and the pressure disappeared little by little.

Mione nodded at his action, relieved she didn´t have to try stop him. If Harry really had wanted Thomas dead, he would have been, no questions asked.

"Open his mouth, it's time these scum tell us what's happening here." – Mione pulled the verisaterum from her pocket.

Tomas tried to resist, but Harry got immense satisfaction in squeezing his jaw until they could hear the bone creaking dangerously under his fingers. The exorbitant look of pain decorating the guards face, just making his hold even more joyful.

Mione deposited three crystalline drops on his tongue, and finally, only when Tomas eyes began to cloud, Harry freed him from the punishing grip letting his friend handle the rest.

After inspecting his pupils and declaring the Verisaterum in full effect, Hermione began the questioning. Harry a little behind her, watching as his friend asked, not trusting himself to handle the conversation of feared he would end up killing the man, wand or not. This monster had hurt Draco.

Bus as an auror, he would strive to make the correct thing; bring him to court. But that didn´t mean he wasn´t going to put every effort in pressuring the judge, for Tomas to be sentenced to the Dementor kiss.

"Well, let's begin. Are you ready Harry?" – Asked Hermione.

The auror nodded and waved her friend to continue.

Satisfied, Hermione turned back to the now high guard.

"What is your name?" - Asked authoritatively.

"Tomas Cleawather." – Answered in a slightly groggy voice, eyes unfocused.

Hermione nodded to herself, it seemed the potion was really in full effect. Time for some more complicated matters.

"Why did you attack Draco Malfoy?"

"Because he deserved it."

"Bullshit!" Harry hissed inwardly.

"Why do you think he deserved it?" - She continued undisturbed.

"Because he's the son of Lucius Malfoy, and a Death Eater." - Despite being under the influence of the potion, the hate that distilled his words burned not unlike acid.

Hermione frowned.

"Why do you hate him so much?" - Maybe that was the key to his madness.

"For being the son of Lucius Malfoy." - Just pronouncing his name was a curse is his lips.

"Lucius Did something to you?"- It was way too easy to see where this was heading to.

"He killed my wife and son. He doesn´t deserve to have a child." - The pain and hatred of that sentence, was enough to convince Hermione that the loss of his family had to be what had unbalanced his mind.

Harry could no longer remain silent.
"Lucius was to one who killed your family, why did you have to torture Draco!?"- The furniture started shaking.

Tomas looked like he didn´t understand why the auror was so angry.

"Lucius is dead. - he said matter of flatly. - How other way would I be able to make him pay?"

The blow knocked him to the floor, chair included. The cup on the table exploded spilling tea over the surface, and dripping onto the stone floor.

"Harry that´s enough. Control yourself, or I'll have to ask you to leave." - Mione put the man and his chair up again with an effective levitation spell, but didn´t make any other move to help the guard.

Harry took a few laps around the room walking like a caged lion, taking deep breaths until he could calm down and return to the interrupted interrogation.

"I'm fine Mione. I'm fine. It was just a start. Won´t happen again."

Tomas's cheek was starting to bruise and swell, but despite being an expert in healing spells Hermione just left it as it was. In the background of her mind, she was darkly pleased with the pain he had to be under.
No man so repugnant as to rape someone should have it easy.

"For how long have you been torturing Draco?"

"Will be seven years next month." - The satisfaction is his voice made her want to punch him this time.

"He pretty much has been torturing him since Draco came into Azakaban. Dear God, at the time Draco had only been seventeen." She looked in horror at the monster; no one could ever do that to a child, not even after the death of their family.

The low growl at her back informed her that Harry had also come to the same conclusion. But this time the Auror got his ire mastered, even if very barely. The murderer heat of his aura could easily be perceived in the dim room. No need for so strong a magic, to be out the body of its owner to make its presence know.

Determined to get it over with, she pushed forward.

"Was you who cursed Draco with the dementor spell?"

"Yes."

That's what the woman had been dreading. –"So not all information on the spell had been deleted."- They must find and destroy the remainder as soon as possible. A magic so dark in the wrong hands ... she didn´t want to think about it.

"How did you get that information? Tell us everything."

"One of the elves found cleaning a half-burnt diary belonging to a former guard, and brought it to me to ask what to do with it. When I flipped through its pages, I found it containing old punishments for inmates. Decided to practice them in Malfoy. The most powerful one was that curse, but most of the explanation of its effects had been burned. I did not know exactly what it did, but it seemed so dark I assumed that whatever happened would make Malfoy suffer. That was all that mattered at the time."

"And then you had to include the Lord Dementor in the situation? - Harry knew that the needles weren´t Tomas thing. He was certain of it.

"The Dementor Lord found that Malfoy was becoming one them, and claimed him as his own. He took him from the cell. Threatened to kill Henry if I said a thing about it."

"Henry knows about this?" - The female auror asked.

"No, Henry knows nothing."

"Where`s the old diary?" – The should be done with it before any more dark curses made it to bad hands.

"In my room, under the mattress."

Hermione looked at Harry to see if he wanted to ask something else but it seemed that he was still trying to absorb what he had just heard. And she needed time to think. With a simple, quiet, estupefy, Tomas was made to sleep again.

"Harry, are you okay?" - Approached her friend.

"No Hermione. I'm not fine. And I don´t think I will be until that monster pays for what he has done." -

"I know. I want to see justice done. What he has done to Draco is unforgivable." - Harry was surprised to detect true hatred in his, normally calm, friend's voice.

A soft mumbled sound alerted both to Draco. Who seemed to be having a nightmare, new tears had begun to slip through his eyelashes, and his body trembles like dipped in icy wather.

In a moment Harry was beside him, stroking his back gently, trying to comfort and care for him.

"He really does love him." Mione tought. Sadly, her instinct were telling her this wasn´t going to end well anyone involved.

oOo

When Hermione returned with the simple, brown, blackened by fire and eaten by the years, diary, she found Harry on his knees holding Draco's head in his lap, while running his hand through light blond hair, in caresses full of tenderness and whispered soothing words.

Draco was still sobbing quietly under his breath, trapped in the nightmare, but looked calmer and he didn´t tremble anymore.
Harry looked at her approach the pain clear on his face.

"Hermione, I can´t wake him. I think it might be because of the curse. We have to release him." - The decision and urgency in his voice, made Hermione go to find Godric's journal secured in her pack.

"We should have done this before, but with all that has happened ..." - Sat next to his friend so that he too could read it.

As the first page opened, the elegant gold letter were already there.

"Morning Hermione."- The book wrote.

"Good morning."

"I can feel you're worried?" - She couldn´t help smiling at his care.

"Nothing that we aren´t going to repair. Could you help us?"

The elegant script didn´t need to be asked twice.

"Of course. What I can do for you dear?"

"We need to know how to undo the curse of the Dementor." - The page went blank for a moment before answering, the letter had a sad cadence.

"I'm sorry but I won´t be able to help. The Curse of the dementor is impossible to break."

It will continue.