Harry Potter is property of JK Rowling. I write this out of pure personal pleasure, and the desire to bring happiness to other fans. Not for money. 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: Poor, poor Draco, I´m so evil. XD
Dementor Kiss
Chapter 15- Decision
"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."
"What time is it?" – Harry asked himself, just as he noticed the old clock handing by the wall. His battered needles almost at one a.m.
The rattling ticking mingled with the soft sounds of breathing, and the occasional crackling of the fire adding his own whisper to the calm reigning in the room.
The only light coming from its little orange flames still dancing on the hearth, their sway making the shadows move, and the objects bathe in orange gloss.
Hermione's hair, all he could see of his fast asleep friend under the blankets, looked bronze under it. In the other pallet, Pansy, was still unconscious, her face buried in the pillow. Tomas, behind him, must still be tied to the chair.
Harry felt a moment of gratefulness for not being able to see him from his place on the floor. He might have yielded to the temptation and hurt the corrupt guard, even if Hermione would not have been happy by Harry eliminating the man before forcing him to testify.
All occupants of the room, save him, were sleep.
The reason for his wakefulness sighed against the curve of his neck. His icy breath, making the dark haired auror, shiver.
Draco. Fast asleep in his arms.
Thank Merlin he wasn´t crying anymore. Harry couldn´t bear seeing the blond suffer.
Without really thinking, he gently tucked the blankets around Draco. Worried to feel how much his temperature had dropped, his breath condensing in the cold air of Azkaban as if his temperature inside was lower than that of the prison itself. The bluish color of his lips not reassuring, and the ash color of his robe making the auror mourn the lost white.
His desire to hit Tomas came back with vengeance, just as his mind recalled the words of the diary:
"Sorry but I won´t be able to help. The dementor's curse doesn´t have a cure."
Both he and Hermione had needed several minutes before getting calm enough to continue reading.
What they had learned, he hoped, would give them some needed clues to find a way to reverse the spell.
"The Curse of the dementor is very powerful, true, but precisely because of the large amount of magic that involves, its casting is very complex.
No victim becomes instantly a dementor. It's only when they take their first soul that the transformation reaches its critical point and the body begins to mutate.
Before that happens the white phase, in which the will be dementor, is between the two worlds. No human, no dementor yet. But the curse always struggles to complete itself. Corrupts all happy memories of the subject, making them painful, fosters the need to feed. Its power destroys the person until this submits.
The white robe getting darker and darker... until it ends black.
This is just speculation of course. Never any of the damned were allowed to stay more than a few minutes like white dementors. There was always a waiting convict to take the kiss when they were cursed.
The assumption was that if left white, the dementor would end up devouring anyone in his vicinity, after deteriorating by hunger until he couldn´t take it anymore. The prolonged agony could end seriously damaging the mind of the creature. A white dementor is not stable. It's better if you let the curse complete itself.
Hermione and Harry had refused. They were going to seek a cure no matter what.
"Okay... If you going to seek a cure, you will need all the time possible. It´s not much, I know, but I can tell you some ways to slow down the process.
Keep him as hot as possible, part of the curse will try to freeze his body. Make sure he doesn't start losing meals, it means his body is preparing to change foods. And especially don´t leave him alone, the curse feeds on loneliness, sadness and pain.
It's all I know, I wish I could be of more help."
They had talked about what to do, and finally decided to wait until morning before going to ministry, hand over Tomas and speak with Kingsley. They only had Ron left to speak with, but he hadn´t returned yet.
"Ron is late. Where can he be?"
It had been hours since the red haired man should have returned. Concerned but not so much, due to knowing his friend was capable of taking care of himself, and unable to leave Draco alone, Harry finally started to doze, lulled by the pleasant notion of his lovers presence.
He had almost completely fallen asleep, when something awakened him again.
At first he didn´t even know what had roused him. Until he looked around, and saw at the foot of Hermiones cot, where she was still asleep, Ron.
He raised himself on one arm, ready to call and explain what had been happening. But the words died in his lips when he saw the wand point at a defenseless Mione.
"Avada... "
"NO!" - Was launching in rapid motion getting Ron by tackling his legs. His friend immediately began to squirm and kicked him in the chest, able to throw him back.
"What are you doing Ron?!" - Saw the redhead was pointing his wand at him, just as he had done with Mione, and immediately threw himself into a savage fight to wrest the wand out of the others hands. The blank stare of Ron, so dark and empty, told Harry all he needed to know. Imperius.
The screams woke Hermione and Draco.
Pansy was too exhausted even to flinch.
"What's going on?" - Mione rubbed her eyes, still exhausted after two days without any sleep.
Harry punched Ron to the floor, and tried to take the wand again, but Ron was bigger and more muscular, and he was getting very difficult to overpower.
They rolled on the floor each trying to gain control. Striking and grappling. Harry too focused on keeping the path of the wand away from Hermione and Draco, to realize when Ron just pointed it Tomas way.
"Relasio." – He growled under his breath, Harry's arm around his neck choking him.
Tomas was free.
Hermione hurried to get her wand.
But the guard had already located the fallen wand of Harry, and didn´t waste time taking it before aiming at her.
Mione raised her wand just as Tomas speaked.
"Speliarmus!"
"Crucio!"
The female auror screamed and fell to the ground. She had underestimated the speed Tomas was capable of.
"HERMIONE!" - The cry of Harry, finally pulled Draco from his state of insensibility.
Granger was convulsing on the floor while Tomas lauged, and Harry struggled to wrest the wand out of Wesleys hands. To meet the situation so suddenly, left Draco disoriented and unable to know what to do.
"Speliarmus!" - Tomas took Miones wand. The Auror tried to get up but the agony in her muscles made her fall back.
Harry managed to take good catch of Ron's neck and started pressing, determined to choking him unconscious. He ignored the blows that his friend was pitching, despite the pain, and tightened further his straining muscles. Ron panted unable to catch his breath.
"If you had not gotten where you ought not to, this wouldn´t have happened." – Tomas, furious, aimed at Harry – "Septunsembra!"
The auror tried to jump aside, to avoid it, but Ron held him, grabbing his arm at the last possible moment.
Stopping his friend back, and watching as blood was splattered all over.
"HARRYYYYYY!" – Draco screamed. The Auror didn´t move. Never in his life Draco had felt so much pain and hatred as he felt, in that instant, looking at the man who had spilled his loved blood.
"YOU!" - Hissed. The light in the room dimed on the spot, the temperature dropped several degrees. A dark aura began to take over him. Tomas stepped back in surprise.
He didn´t even see it coming.
Draco threw the guard to the ground, crawling over him and grabbing his jaw so hard, that his fingernails ripped flesh and blood stained his fingers and the man's cheeks. Coming out in riluets.
Tomas shouted.
Draco smiled a killer grin.
"Can I have a kiss?" - He hissed with venomous sweetness, his lips dangerously close.
"Draco!" - Granger's voice?
Tomas took the opportunity to kick him in the stomach, and throw his body to the ground like a rag.
The blond coughed violently, a trickle of blood runing down his lips.
"Ron!"
Hermione slipped behind the table escaping her friend, but the auror, instead of trying to run around the table in turn, pushed the furniture against the wall, brutally crushing Mione with it.
The cry that was torn from her lips, made Draco a little sick.
Tomas approached him wand in hand.
"It´s a pity Draco, but I think it´s time for you to die. But don´t worry, you aren´t going to go alone, I will send the Aurors your way, just in a little bit."
A cruel smile playing on his lips.
But just as he was muttering the first word of the spell, his hand was covered by ice.
"WHAT...!"
The firelight became mere embers under the oppressive darkness that suddenly filled the room. On the floor, the walls, upon the furniture, between the hair of the ones present, ice crystals began to rise.
Fear, terror, panic. A primal run instinct, took all of them.
The aura of terror swept all and shook the audience as if the figure in the doorway was the image made flesh, of their worst nightmares.
Tomas fell to his knees:
"My Lord."
The Dementor Lord entered the chamber completely ignoring the guard. His eyes only for Draco, the delicate curve of his body, the brightness of his hair, the crystal gray of his eyes. There, prostrated on the ground, with blood on those so young lips, that made the Lord want to clean them with the tip of his tongue, was the one he was going to make his. The only one that mattered in this room.
Draco shook under such intense gaze.
"You've had your time and you've already exhausted." – Griever hissed, as if he was the one who had granted these last days of heaven with the dark haired auror.- "Come back to me and I will respect the lives of all of them."
The gesture of his hand covered the entire place. Draco felt his heart sink. He needed time to process it all, just time to stand up. Everything ached and whirled, yet he could not even process what happened yesterday. But the Dementor Lord wasn´t giving him more time.
He looked at Harry, the blood from the wounds, the labored breathing ... Only one answer left in him.
The Dementor Lord reached out to help him up ... and Draco's pale fingers intertwined with his.
"I will go with you."
Behind them a dozen dementors came out of the shadows and waited for their master's orders.
It will continue