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: Thanks so much for cheering me up. ^^ I´m so happy you all look so tense about my evil, evil last cap. Jujuju Don´t worry, the fic will end happy… at the very end. XD Before that we have lots of pain ahead. ;) (I so, love to make Draco suffer. Why can it be? Maybe he looks prettier when he is in pain? Who knows? ^^)

Dementor Kiss

Chapter 18- Devil-1

Harry blasted the doors.
There in the center of the huge room, surrounded by dementors, bathed in the red light of dusk, was Draco.
In his arms was a prisoner in chains.
His lips melted into a desperate kiss.
They parted only a few inches.
A small ball of light escaped from the lips of the prisoner and brushed Draco's.
"It's a soul!"
"Draco, NO!"
The little ball of light disappeared between pink lips.
Draco swallowed.

(Draco)

Pleasant warmth slides down his throat, heating his insides.
Pain disappearing as if never existed, warm stuffing his every fiber, filling his body from head to toe.
And Draco exhales air he did not know he'd been holding.
Why had he been so worried? Couldn´t remember... could only feel the soft heavy blanket like sensation that held him. Little by little lies down against the stone, body going loose. He was so tired...
Then, something stirred on the edge of his awareness.
A cry? Who could be screaming when everything was fine?
The blond wanted to ignore it, but something in the cry... made him blink trying to focus in his surroundings.
Why did it all, look so fuzzy? It was like looking through paper tissue.

And he was so sleepy... was going to close his eyes and be immersed in it in a second, but first, he decided, would see who had cried. His curiosity, strong enough to make Draco hold on for just a minute more.
Slowly, his surroundings cleared a bit, enough so he could see what was happening;
All dementors were gazing at the doors. Why? He tried to turn as well, but a dead weight kept him anchored to the floor. He frowned lightly. What…?
What was on him, seemed to be another chained prisoner. Draco sighed annoyed. Did the man not he realize he was crushing him? Shook the other a bit, trying to make him react.
But he did not move.
Exasperated, tried to ask if he could just leave, but his voice refused to work.
"What?" A small shard of panic cut inside, disturbing the peace. More and more scared, he managed to turn the man enough to see his face...
Empty eyes... a dead look.
"Draco!" - Other piercing scream broke the silence.

Everything started to spin. Peace and calm began to fray. Horrified, the blond struggled to shake off the prisoner, but was so exhausted... yet, managed to crawl out from under him.
Draco couldn´t breathe, nothing seemed to make sense. What had been that cry? Why was it so familiar? A flash of pain seared his gut, burning like hot coal. With a muffled groan, folded himself in half, leaning his forehead on the cold floor.
"DRACO!" - That cry again, this time louder. Who was calling? It hurt so very much to remember... Gray eyes gazed toward the door, toward the sound. Breathing turned into little gasps.
A man with black hair, and green eyes, was looking at him, the Dementors preventing his entry.
"Harry?" - His whisper was lost in the roar that engulfed his mind.
Pain gripping his belly, as if he had swallowed acid. He cried.
The ache spread through his body, taking every corner of it. Cold agony. Burning flames. Poison gnawing at his veins. Finally, Draco collapsed completely on the stone floor, unable to move, unable to breathe. His gaze fixed on Harry for a second, in a silent plea for help.
A new wave of agony rose engulfing all... the world disappeared on darkness.

oOo

(Harry)

Draco had fallen unconscious but his body continued shaking in pain, his blond fair hair spread around his head, on the ground, like some kind of angelic halo. The white robe, caught in his thighs when he crawled, left bare his long legs. Red sunlight staining blood his light skin.
The image, made flesh, of a dying angel.

Chaos exploded.
Screams, hisses, bellows... a wild wind rose suddenly, forcing the dementors off of the auror and the female prisoner.
On the center of the hurricane, Harry was using his magic to make a barrier with witch protect himself and Pansy.
Her hair and dress, fluttered as sails in the center of such power. The dementors made themselves a dark ring around the barrier. Anxious, angry, eager to taste their souls. Only Harry's magic kept them at bay, and seeing the state he was in... if Potter collapsed, she knew what awaited them both.
But fear for herself paled at the prospect of losing one of his two best friends. Someone who was like a brother to her, since before she could remember. One of the only two people who made her world.
She would not give him up!

Harry closed his eyes. There was only one way to deal with this pack of monsters.
He inhaled slowly and deeply, isolating his mind, plunging slowly into memories. He drove from his awareness any other notion; The noise, fear, cold, pain ... The world was dissolving around, crumbling into mere fragments of images and sounds from the past. Each contained a single thing in common, a single person, a single breath, a single spark of love;
Draco.
Harry was collecting them carefully, every gesture, every word, every smile, every kiss, every touch of skin against skin. All he loved him for. Forging it all into a force, a shining blade, a perfect diamond.
"Draco... - opened his eyes. -Specto Patronum!"
Pansy said later it had been like watching the birth of a star.

Light flooded everything. It poured through the windows making the tower into a perfect beacon, even if only for a minute. The Dementors fled like shadows into the light.
Harry emanated it, was made of it. Almost insubstantial, about to float. It was like he was not there, like seeing something that only existed in the mind. In his lips the most beautiful soft smile that Pansy had ever seen. Could not help but smile back.
Then, it happened.
A darkness deeper than a moonless night, terrible as the most horrible nightmare, rose from nowhere to swallow the pure light.
Both forces fought, until suddenly the darkness offed the light like a candle is extinguished under a whisper of wind.
"The Dementor Lord." – The hiss escaped the lips of the Auror like poison. His eyes alert, his presence suddenly solid and battered again, by her side.
Pansy moved closer to Harry. There was another creature in the room apart from them and Draco. A Dementor.
She shivered. The creature... Pansy swallowed, never had the witch felt so dark an aura. Not felt such terror, not even in the presence of Lord Voldemort. She felt her legs fail, and fell to her knees, head down, unable to meet the form of the monster. Something crunched under her.
"Ice?" - When had the ground frosted?

Gleaming ice covered all.
Harry staggered under the assault of his aura.
Gulped some air.
It was much worse than the previous time he had seen the Lord. Fear hissed furiously in the back of his mind, threatening to overwhelm him, reminding Harry of all and each of his failures, the people who he had failed to save.
The deaths of his parents, Dumbledore, Sirius, Snape ...
"You are going to lose him, like you lose them. You cannot save him. Go, and at least save your life. Flee." An icy whisper took his thoughts, urged him to leave. God, why was he so cold? Could see his breath condensing in the arctic air.
A groan... it came from the back of the room, from a body sprawled on the floor beside the monster.

"Draco."
Harry put a hand on his own shoulder... and clawed with all his strength into one of the wounds there. The pain helped him out of the trance, that the aura of the Lord, had tried to submerge him in. He stood firm. Not giving up. Would not run away; Not for his own life, not for his soul. NEVER.
"I'll get you out of here, wait just a bit, Draco."- Said calmly, sweetly, just for the unconscious blond.
And adopted a defensive posture, like a big cat on the prowl. His green eyes glowing in the dark.
The Dementor Lords laughter filled the room. A cruel, icy hiss, that made Harry shudder, and Pansy cringe in horror.
"I can´t believe this. You are the Auror who Draco has fallen for?" - One filled with acid little laugh, escaped his throat. – "I never thought I would ever see this day."
Harry did not let the words affect him. Kept staring at the monster, searching. Because it had to have a weakness. He only needed to find it.
Griever continued smiling cruelly, unperturbed by the silence of the Auror.
"But of course you cannot remember it, right? It is the magical essence that witch reincarnates, not the soul."
Harry frowned. What was the Lord speaking about?

"Are you trying to distract me?" -Decided that two could play that game.- "I can´t understand what you're speaking about."- Darkly tried to look interested as he took a step, like meditating, to where Draco was.
Griever observed and copied the motion, keeping himself between his prey and the auror.
"Tsh - tsh Trying to distract me? What an attitude for a Gryffindor." - Admonished him, like a parent would a child.
"Should I be insulted?" - Raised an eyebrow coolly.
"You should. For the one who carries the magical essence of Godric Gryffindor, it should be a great insult." – The monsters almost gentle comment, surprised the dark haired man, but he did not show it.

"He thinks I´m Godric Griffindor?"
The dementor must be insane.
Their eyes evaluated each other. Measuring.
They began to advance, movements being followed, seeking both a breach in the defenses of the opponent. Like a lethal dance of fluency and thinly veiled hatred.
"So I'm kind of a reincarnation of Gryffindor? Allow me to doubt it. – Harry snorted. Took a new step. Griever followed suit.
"A, I could recognize that magic anywhere." - Sucked in air, like he was relishing its taste, which Harry thought, upset, could be very possible. – "It's a shame you're not using even half of its potential." – The Lords tone was disappointed, but became hurtful as a blade a moment later. – "You lack the ability to rule it that he had. If that power were mine..."
Harry gave him a smile as sweet as saccharin.
"From what I understand, you tried to make it yours. And you failed. Am I wrong?" Hermione had told him the story of Lord Dementor.
Griever felt his anger emerge; the few candles still on were put out on the spot. A cold wave iced all around the room, the furniture, the glass on the windows, the fabric of their robes. Harry felt ice crystals forming in his hair, and on his skin.
Draco gave a gentle moan of fear in his unconsciousness. That, made the Dark master of the tower, smile.
"Yes, I failed to get my hands on the power of Gryffindor." - He said grinning. Evilly. – "But do you know what I did manage to get?" - Stepped closer to whisper conspiratorially. – "The magic of his wife." - The words soft as silk, full of affection almost forgotten. Had he realized the love put at speaking of her? Harry doubted it. But the warmth faded in hatred a moment later.- "Isn´t it funny, that I have caught your partner twice already?" – And looked significantly, at the fallen on the floor Draco, like a beautiful broken doll.
Harry felt his anger rise flame like. A fury like never he had felt before igniting, as if some unknown part of himself had been awakened and was adding his hatred to his. He saw red.
And attacked.

It will continue.