Harry Potter is property of JK Rowling. I write this out of pure personal pleasure, and the desire to bring happiness to other fans. And 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: Lots of work this is giving me, I hope to be able to finish it. ^^

Dementor Kiss

Chapter 17 A- Trial

Draco knew if he resisted the Dementor Lord would had send the dementors to kill Harry, and that, he would not survive.
So he could only remain confident that Wesley Granger would protect him from Tomas.
Long fingers like spider legs slid between his thighs.
He closed his eyes.
And prepared to embrace the darkness.

When Tomas arrived, the door of the room where the aurors had been locked had been destroyed, as if someone had cast a bombard spell. Although it shouldn´t have been possible, (the dementors had taken their wands after all) but somehow, his prey had escaped.
Annoyed at having been denied the fast vengeance he had imagined, began to follow their trail.
Discovering their movements through the corridors of the tower, was not difficult.
Shattered furniture and open doors, still trembling dementors, traces of a magic so powerful it could be tasted... their trail easy as paint to follow.
Was near the stairs that ascended to the top floor, when he finally managed to locate them. The aurors, accompanied by Parkinson, where exiting one of the rooms, Potter covering them at the door.
Harry Potter, the man who had made Draco love... A flare of jealousy urged him to attack without considering the situation, but his years of experience as a guard stopped him. It would have been a stupid action that could have failed. What he needed was a decisive, impossible to gone wrong, act.
Tomas watched from the corner in which he had hided himself, and felt the oppressive touch of Potters magic. Saw it around the auror like a mantle of power, flutter in his hair and give a green, similar to the Avada Kedavra glow, to his eyes.

He looked like a watching panther. Dangerous as one.
Tomas knew at once, that if he confronted the man face to face, the auror would tear him like paper. And groaned inside. He needed to kill that man before being able to return to the Dementor Lord´s rooms, and Draco.

Fucking Potter!
So he watched more closely, searched for vulnerabilities… and noticed how Potter clenched his teeth, the red spots on the bandages around his torso.
"The wounds have reopened." And smirked.

It would have been easier if the man had died at the curse, make Draco suffer less. At least the blond wouldn´t have blamed himself as surely as he would now. But alas, it was not mean to be, and so Draco must suffer once more.

Tomas constrained the wand inside his hand, and crushed the notion at once. He had already chosen, had no right to think of the welfare of the young.
Determined, returned his attention to the aurors.
The bushy -haired woman looked worriedly at Potter, as if to ask him to stop. But she remained silent.
The redhead seemed upset about something, and leaned against the wall, while others decided which way to go.
Parkinson… just was unable to stay still, anxiety breathing inside her frame.
Potter was the only one who seemed serene. His eyes and voice those of one who knows what he is willing to fight and die for.
Tomas had seen similar looks during the war… A dangerous man. But even if dangerous, he was injured. And by the sweat on his face, and sliding down his athletic back, was obvious he was trying too hard. If attacked with sufficient stealth, was very unlikely to react in time.

The group decided to continue up the stairs.
"Towards the Lord´s rooms." Tomas heart leaped. Needed to stop them now!
"I just need to hurt him one more time. Potter won´t survive another serious injury."
Prepared the spell shielded behind the corner.
Hermione caught movement from the corner of her eye. Looked...

"Tomas!" - He was pointing at Harry.
"Harry!" - In a swift movement she rose up against his friend, both unbalanced and fell through the door still open, to the floor inside. Hermione's weight pressed against Harry´s injuries, causing a flare of pain that ran up his torso threatening to make him scream, just one second before the attack came.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green light passed by, to hit the opposite wall, blowing up stone chips that embed on the furnishings and scratched the aurors on the ground. After, Mione was quick getting herself out of Harry´s space.
"Harry are you okay?"
The auror gritted his teeth against the pain that the mauled wounds, had awakened again.
Suddenly a bombard spell exploded down the corridor, cutting the answer he was about to give. The blast sent shards of glass and wood flying in the hallway, just as Harry pulled Hermione to the ground again. Most projectiles passed over them, but they still received some more scrapes.
"Ron! Pansy!" – The auror shouted as the explosion passed.
"Here!" - Ron had Pansy protected behind a column.

Hermione sighed in relief.
"Do not move from there!" - Called Harry. –"Where is he?" -He managed to pull himself to the door, and spy from inside, despite the agony. Tomas was hiding behind the corner. Harry hissed.
He didn´t have time for this, Draco needed him, had to rescue the little blond before it was too late. And knew he would not last much longer.
So he pressed on the bandages, the feeling excruciating but necessary, to stop the bleeding, and called.
"Tomas!" - Furious. His magic shook the paintings in the hallway, and several of them fell. – "Why don´t you come out and we fix this between us? Let's have a wizard duel!"
Hermione gasped horrified.
"Harry, no."
"Is the only way Mione." - She tried to protest but the guard's response was swift.
"Okay Potter! Let's get out!" - Tomas smiled. The noble Potter would abide by the rules and not expect him to breach them immediately. Or if he expected it, he was still hurt. Tomas would have no difficulty in hitting first, was on top heath, when Potter´s wounds would slow him.
Both opponents came to the open space of the hall.
The blood had soaked Harry´s bandages and now reddened the fabric of his pants. His black hair spiked in all directions, and his eyes were outlined by dark circles of pain and exhaustion, but his stance was firm, the curve of his jaw set.
Flexed his fingers, called his magic.
Tomas had the look of a madman, a predatory grin on his lips, and the wand nervous on his hand like a living thing.
They stood face to face. The space between them seemed to crackle with energy despite the distance between them.
Harry opened his mouth to signal the start of the duel.
Tomas struck.
"Daerfyre!" - Harry threw himself aside, dodging lightning fire that blackened the edge of his coat.
"Stupefy!" - The guard could not dodge, the magic of the auror swept his body in a wave that launched him brutally against the wall.
Hermione watched as the guard fell to the ground like a rag doll, and ran to help his friend. Harry staggered. Blood loss was starting to make him feel dizzy.
"Ron, tie Tomas and bring his wand, Harry needs help."-Mione called.
The redhead was immediately working. Pansy approached them to ad her help.
Among the two managed to hold Harry when his legs gave under him.
The man gasped, trying to stay awake. -"Draco needs me." -Tried to right himself again.
"No... Hermione, I'm fine. I can go on." - His friend cut him on the spot.
"No way, Harry, you are not good." - The auror continued to resist, but they dragged him into one of the dormitories down the hall. – "Ron, make him sleep!"
"No ... Mione ... Draco ..." - Ron came up with Tomas wand...
"I'm sorry Harry, but your life is more important."
Darkness.

oOo

(Draco)
Never before had he entered the bathroom of the Lord, and had been surprised when instead of being subjected to his "care" when Tomas came out, he was brought here.
The bubbles gently caressed his skin. A feeling of floating, of not being able to think, taking him. Coherent thoughts were dissipated before forming.
He sighed and slid down a little more into the soapy and fragrant water.
The steam filled the room in lazy rings, the scent of lilacs teased his nose.

Draco closed his eyes, just barely able to recall the way he came here…

"Where are we?" - His chest hurt, as if someone had torn the inside with barbed wire. Tomas was going to kill Harry and he could not do anything about it. He did not know how he had managed to keep the mask in place. His face impassive.
"In my bathroom." – The Lord hissed behind him.
The coldness of his presence dissipated, a little, in the steam of the full marble bath, he could now see.
The moonlight streaming through the high window, and the amber torchlight, reflected on the hot water, made the lilac soap bubbles look like frail crystals. On the floor, a basket full of oils, soaps, and a large soft and thick as a wool blanket towel, waited for use.
The Lord came closer and pulled something from inside his tunic.
"Take it." - Offered him a vial of exquisite cut glass, filled by light blue potion.
"What is it?" – Draco barely made himself ask. Even if it were a poison he would have not cared.
Griever put the vessel on his hands.
"A calming potion. Drink it and take a bath." - Ordered.
Draco nodded minutely, incapable of anything else, maybe even a tad grateful. Needed something to calm down, and at least lessen a little the pain. So, he uncorked the vial and took it to his lips, allowing the strange substance to slide down his throat and inside his stomach. The effects came just a second latter.
His mind came to feel full of cotton, unable to think; his body completely relaxed and became calm. Still, despite having taken several doses together, the painful feeling didn't go. But it was not more like an open wound, but rather an indefinite, refusing to go, ache, throbbing in his flesh, not half as bad as before.
Did not even think of resisting when the dementor began to undress his body, and finally, once naked, let him slide in the water.
The heat soon began to relax Draco´s battered muscles.
"I'll come back when you're done."
With those words the monster left him be.
He washed with some vanilla soap found on the basket, and after, was just letting himself be rocked by the water, the caress of the bubbles, silence and lazy steam... dozing... when he woke up to arms taking him out of the water. Opened his eyes as he was tucked against a torso, and someone put the edge of another vessel to his lips.
"Drink it."
Still half in the grip of the previous potion, Draco let the liquid slide down his throat. Immediately the dream world claimed him again.

"My Lord." - William bowed and threw back the covers of the bed, so that the dark lord could put Draco to sleep.

The young man, just out of the bath, naked against the chest of Lord, looked pale as a ghost, and as vulnerable as glass.
William looked away, before the dark lord could regard his shameful gaze with punishment. Couldn´t believe that for a moment, just one second, that bastard blond had made him feel the need to hug him, and snorted. "Stupid Malfoy." His master's voice jolted William from his thoughts.
" Is everything ready for the ceremony?"
William hastened to answer helpfully. - "Not yet, but it will be for this evening." Grievers warning aura was enough to make the other dementor rise and step back.
"I hope you are right." - Hissed.
"My Lord." - Bowed goodbye. Immediately gone to deal with the latest details, all too aware of the consequences of displeasing the Lord, and leaving Draco and Lady Margaret, who was trying to go unnoticed shrunken on herself, alone with him.

Ignoring the presence of the female, Griever studied Draco, shivering naked on the bed, luckily sleep.
Sleep was the best option for the blond, for the time being. Didn´t want him to panic with the ceremony so near, not the transformation take place in a totally exhausted body.
The young's welfare mattered little to him, but it was important for the better take place of the ceremony.
"When he wakes, dress and prepare him. William will come pick him up."-Ordered without looking at the woman.
Margaret nodded quickly, even if he couldn´t see.
"Yes my Lord."
Griever left the room.

Margaret ran to tuck the blankets around his little one.
"I'm sorry ... "- whispered. - "Wish I could do something for you, but ..."

oOo

(Draco)
He came awake feeling as rested as he had not been, since that one night with Harry.
Opened his eyes searching for a green gaze, but his wish was not fulfilled. Who was sitting next to him was Lady Margaret.
"Lady Margaret." - Greeted just sitting up, and looked around. At least the Lord Dementor was not present.
"Draco. I ... I'm sorry."

Draco turned to her, looking puzzled at her mournful face.
"It wasn´t your fault." - Said gently. Not wanting to worry the only woman who had cared for him like a mother since Narcisa fled to Europe.
The dementor lady quickly wiped away her tears.
"I´m so sorry. Here I am, foolishly crying when it's you who needs support."

The young man shook his head gently.
"It's okay." - Margaret cringed at the sadness in his voice. His eyes seemed so dull... She recognized the symptoms of someone who has finally given up, and could not stand it, had to do something.
Margaret suddenly grabbed his pale hand.
"Lady Margaret?"
She was looking at him fiercely now, full of purpose.
"I'll get that Auror."
Draco felt his mouth open, and closed it with a click.
"I'm serious. I have ... I have to help you prepare for the ceremony because the Lord has commanded me. But ... but then I'm going to look for him so you can be sure he is okay, and… and... ask for his help.- Margaret´s tongue ran with the words, trying to be understood as quickly as possible.
"Are you serious?" – Draco muttered. Even if he couldn´t help, knowing if Harry was okay would be a great relief. Would make the poison of doubt inside, go away.
Margaret nodded seriously... Draco hugged her.
"Thank you." - The words were muffled by the hood of her. They hugged as would a mother and a son. Offering and receiving comfort.
"Thank you."

oOo

(Harry)
Voices.
Hermione? She seemed to be arguing with someone. For the voice another woman.
"…not in his condition. Do not you understand?"
"Then I will go alone!" -

Parkinson?

"They will kill you!" - His friend 's voice sounded strained. Harry knew that tone from when she was trying to make clear, something particularly difficult, to Ron without any success. Exasperation.
"That's not your problem. Now give me the wand so I can go to save my best friend." – Parkinson sounded nervous at best.
"I can´t do that. It's the only weapon we have to get out of here." - Stubborn Mione answered.
"Maybe you don´t care, you've always hated him. But I do!"
"You think I like leaving Draco to such fate? Nobody deserves that!"

And Harry remembered, but made himself stay quiet.
If Hermione noticed he was awake she would return him to sleep , and he couldn´t waste any more time. Knew he was fighting against every second. Knew his body was badly wounded. But also that waiting would make him lose Draco. Just as he knew he could die, if did not take enough time to recover.
A bet against time that he could not lose.
Listened, guessing Hermione´s position. The sound of her voice, the whisper of her coat against the stone, her breathing, the creaking of her boots...
-"!" - Hermione fell to the ground with a gasp of surprise. Looked up to see that witch Harry was holding in his hands; Tomas wand. She had not even seen him move. "Harry what are you doing? You need to rest."
The healing spells she had cast when Harry was unconscious, were not by far enough for his wounds. Stabilizers alone. He needed to go to Sant Mungo as soon as he could.
It was obvious he was not good, even without looking at his bandaged chest, she could see how pale was his skin, and how dark where the circles around his eyes.
"Hermione ... I´m sorry I have to do this. Stupefy."

To be continued.