Headhunted

Harry Potter had made a house explode. Draco Malfoy tried once again to make it fit. Potter had hurt his father and Bella. No, it didn't fit, Potter was not a Shatri! Draco would have smelled it, Shatri's had an own smell undisguisable to every Shatri!

But still, when Draco had gone to the place where Potter lived to investigate, the smell and traces of magic was unquestionable. Harry Potter was a Shatri.

But it didn't fit! Potter had never spoken the langue, never answered the mental messages that flew across the rooms, never laid healing hands upon his wounds, never been singing in that beautiful way only Shatri's did, and never cast a fireball!

Then again, most Shatri's kept to themselves, never opened up, hided as much as possible. Maybe Potter did that? Hid his true power?

'Okay, now you've gone lulu' Draco thought, and pushed that thought away. If Potter really was a Shatri, then he couldn't have hid his own powers that long. Normal wizard magic and Shatri magic didn't cooperate well, eventually one would turn on the other.

But why hadn't Draco discovered this before?

"Malfoy?" someone questioned.

A woman in mid thirty's, came walking towards them. She was a tall woman, almost as tall as Draco's mother. She had tied her hair in a ribbon, which made the woman look like she was an assassin. Draco sniffed. Oh yeah. This healer was a Shatri.

"How is he" Narcissa asked before Draco had even opened his mouth.

"He has some nasty burn, his eyes are damaged, and…" the healer stopped, and looked at Draco. Her eyes switch for a second. She knew.

"Maybe its best if we discuss this if your son isn't around?" she asked his mother.

"Why so?" Draco frowned at her, getting irritated. "He is my father; I should know what's wrong with him!"

The healer smiled understandingly back. "I know, but there are some manors that are most private."

"Okay, I get it" Draco mumbled, and strode away. When he was at the end of the hallway, he heard the healer talking to his mother.

WHAT?

Draco struggled to not stop walking.

Lucius… gear had been burned up.

Draco threw himself into the elevator, which was empty. He clicked on it, and made it stop between the floors.

His dad's gear had been burned up! Draco let out a snort of laughing. Potter had made his father burn. It would have to be an idiot who didn't find that amusing.

Okay, his father would of course not find it amusing, and either would the Old Snake face, or his mother, but the rest of the Death eaters would find that funny.

Draco got up. Tonight, he would host a party, to celebrate. With some luck, Potter would be curious, and come along. If not, then Draco would organize a search. A new Shatri shouldn't be alone, especially not now, with a Dark lord on the rise, and the Loup Garou running more and more out of their hiding places.

But first thing first. A party. For every Shatri, there were no reasons to silly to celebrate, and according to Draco, this was an excellent time for it.

Albus was once again forced to repeat what he had been seen at Little Whinning.

"Is it true" Ms Granger asked fearfully. "That Harry has once again attacked by death eaters?" Young Mr Weasely looked like he was glad that his friend had asked that question.

"No" Albus smiled calmfully, and explained to everyone. "He wasn't attacked, but Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange was going to do it. Probably, Harry panicked, so de decided to protect himself, and his… family."

Albus paused for a moment, then continued.

"So he blew up the house, harming all the death eaters in one strike, and burned down every tree around. Then he panicked again, and ran off. Now everyone, we have to look after him! He may be injured, or apatic, and we don't need him to be that now!"

"THE BOY DID WHAT?!" a cold angry voice snarled. It belonged to a tall man, pale as death herself. He was wearing a robe, royal blue. The other man, kneeling in front of him, was Severus Snape. He once again told The Dark Lord what had happened. "He made the house explode, harming Lestrang, Malfoy, Dolohov and Averson, my lord."

"By the power of magic, how did he do it?" Voldemort rant out. His normal white face had now a slightly red color, very attractive to him.

But of course, Snape would never, never, never ever tell him that.

Instead, Snape told something else, something that would maybe come handy. Handy in the way as not being hit by the curcio spell that is.

"You know, Lilly Evans was once a dear friend of mine" Snape started, just to get the lords interest.

Voldemorts eyes narrowed to an animal like sneer, but nodded. "I do know."

"At the last year, she told me a very delicate secret of hers." Snape was getting more confident, like he had a very powerful weapon someone had not.

"Go on" Voldemort was getting interested in what Snape knew.

"She was a Shatri, my lord" Snape hurried to say, before he would get cursed for not spitting it out.

Voldemort lifted an eyebrow. "So you think that it was Shatri power run wild?" he asked. Snape nodded, and quickly replied. "If he is, then I have a potion which will rid him off these powers."

Voldemort nodded again. "If we find the boy, that is. Shatri's are hard to catch, with all those wild instincts. I should have known, most Shatri's have green eyes, and orphan background. Their magic is wild, and strong, so we must take him and rid off as much Shatri power as possible. You Severus will do it."

Severus looked puzzled up at him. "My lord, Potter does not like me at all."

Voldemort smiled. "Yes, but you are a teacher at Hogwarts, so he will most likely trust you."

A.N: Yeah, that was my third chapter! I have decided that people should get that I don't own all the characters by now, I'm just borrowing most of them, and playing with them in a bathtub. I only own the Shatri stuff, which you'll hear more about next time. I have had some time off, so that's why I have had lot of time to update the story, to mine and hopefully the readers' satisfaction. So till next time, "So long, and thanks for all the fish (reviews)!"