A/N: Hello all! I'm sorry to say it might take just a little bit longer to post than usual...buuuut there is a good reason for that I promise...see...I just found out I'm pregnant! So...I'm understandably more tired...(like just posting this is really taking it out of me) and I've had horrid bouts of morning sickness that are just...kicking my bum. Today is the first day I've had where I can actually eat most of what I want. Still I feel queasy so I won't do this long. Anyways that's what's happening :3
In this chapter we see more friendship blooming between Harry and the other Death Eaters...I want them to be his new family...his new friends...love him for his insanity...and help him with killing off those that fault him :3
Enjoy! (I don't own Blackstar by Celldweller ...nor do I own Harry Potter)
Chapter 12- Blackstar-
You must have wished on it
Because I saw them riding in on a Black Star
They'd rather chew than spit
And they're full of piss and vinegar
They'll let you try
To reverse everything
Don't waste your time
Sing hallelujah cause you can't change anything
COVER UP?
My fellow country men,
I have recently received news
of the most horrid nature. I
have uncovered the truth of the
lauded Harry Potter and Wizarding
Britain's treatment of him.
Apparently, the teenager, was privy
to many debilitating experiments by
so called Light wizards. It begs to
question what Britain considers
Light. I know that if Mr. Potter
lived here in Mother Russia, he
would be treated with the respect
he deserves. That is not all I have
to say, however, as I have it on
good authority from our own Prime
Minister that he will back Mr. Potter
in whatever venture the teen makes.
Now, my loyal readers, you might be
wondering what happened to make
our leader follow a child and here
is your answer. Not only was
he experimented on, but he was
abused by his muggle relatives
and by this rumored Order of
the Phoenix. A vigilante group
that is full of 'Light' wizards and
followers of Albus Dumbledore.
Supposedly, Mr. Potter's own
Ministry has been attempting
to smear him. Calling him a liar,
a thief, and a Dark Lord in the making,
crazy and an assortment of other
rude things. Well I for one urge all
of my fellow Russians to show your
support of Mr. Potter, now Snape.
Tell others the truth and don't let
this injustice continue.
Sincerely yours,
Viktor Dolohov
HOW FAR LYING WILL GET YOU
Apparently very far, dear lumpkins.
I am reporting, of course, about the
terrible newspaper from Russia about
Harry Potter being mistreated by the
Light. Do any of you actually believe
that this Death Eater in training is so
innocent? Well to be sure I interviewed
some close associates of Harry's. (I
can't believe it myself!) I was told
by one, Molly Weasley, that Harry
was often heard hissing dark things
in his sleep when he stayed over at
the Burrow. Many of you remember
my outing of Mr. Potter (I refuse to
call that scum by his adopted name)
and his dark Parselmouth abilities,
it seems that the boy would often
be seen conversing with snakes
all of the time. Mr. Arthur Weasley
then informed me that the ex-scion
would regularly seek attention by
claiming that his nice relatives (I've
met them, they are very kind muggles
really, and they backed up Mr.
Weasley's claim that Mr. Potter
was an attention seeking hoodlum
that often terrorized his adorable
cousin) abused him. I was further
informed that Mr. Potter was constantly
breaking the rules every school year,
even going so far as to kidnap one
Ginerva Weasley in second year.
Then running away to garner more
attention in third. I ask you my fellow
wizards and witches, is this someone
we want 'saving' us? I, for one,
say we put him down like the
insufferable cur that he is. I'll keep
you updated. Don't trust those
Russian papers! We all know that
their government is full of
You-Know-Who supporters.
Ta!
Rita Skeeter.
Antonin snorted, running a hand through his dark locks as he finally lowered the papers in his grasp and continued down the corridor. He was headed towards the lounge where many if his fellow Death Eaters were lazing about discussing their recent meeting and most likely playing poker. He was disgusted with how the British rag-the Daily Prophet- described his lord's companion. Over the last few days, the little bugger had grown on him and they had actually held numerous close conversations, dueled each other enthusiastically (while his lord watched, which was equally exhilarating), or eaten together in the dining hall.
Personally Antonin had come to see the young Snape as a younger brother and he didn't know how he -himself- was seen in the child's eyes, but for Antonin, Harry Snape was special. Speaking of, Antonin's dark brown orbs turned to gaze at his shoulder where a small marsupial clung to his hair seemingly lost in thought.
"Well, it's not like you can be surprised with how they degrade you. They've been at it since you came back to the Wizarding world." Antonin commented and chuckled when he was leveled with a dry glare from the sugar glider on his shoulder.
His young lord chattered in an irritated manner before hunkering down and flexing his claws in the Death Eater's shoulder. Reaching the lounge -thoroughly amused- he paused before the door and once more looked to his companion. He raised a dark brow in question.
"Will you transform or stay as you are today, my lordling?" A chirp was his reply and Antonin nodded, understanding that the child wanted the unhindered opinion of the other Death Eaters that might be present. He turned the handle to the door and glided into the room, garnering the attention of the occupants residing inside.
He smirked at their intrigued eyes when they spotted 'Severus' Familiar' on Antonin's shoulder, but otherwise continued with their tasks.
Bellatrix Lestrange and Bartimus Crouch Jr. were both engaged in a rather titillating game of War. Each cackled as they set down their cards, insane dark and light brown eyes mockingly glaring and challenging each other as their card duel continued. When Barty saw the glider on Antonin's shoulder he winked, confirming to the Russian that Barty knew of Harry's animagus as well. It wasn't something widely known. Only a select few. Apparently Barty was on that list but was keeping mum about the knowledge. Thankfully.
He didn't feel like dealing with an irate potions master, or worse a homicidal Dark Lord.
He turned his attention to the Lestrange Brothers, both of whom were playing pool, and smirked when they started bickering about what ball went into each pocket. Those two always had soemthing to argue about. You'd think they were the ones married instead of being siblings.
Antonin glanced at Harry, amused when the glider followed the movements of each brother closely. It was like the boy admired them or something. He'd have to talk to the boy later. When the brothers spotted Antonin they shared toothy grins with their fellow Death Eater before returning to their game.
Continuing into the room, the Russian sat on the sofa at the far end if the room, next to his good friend Augustus Rookwood. The Unspeakable barely twitched when both the Russian and British newspapers were thrown on the table, causing Rookwood to lower the book he had been rabidly reading. That was typical of the former Slytherin though. Rookwood could have been in Ravenclaw he was so studious. Even Harry had commented that the young Unspeakable was almost always seen glued to a book. Though for some reason the teen had found it rather funny before eventually changing the subject.
"Was the news interesting?" Drawled Augustus, drawing the attention of his friend and the other Death Eaters in the room.
Antonin snorted and watched the glider as it wandered down his arm and into his lap. Smirking, he began to pet the marsupial like he would a cat and nearly laughed aloud when he received a glare even as the small body relaxed on his lap. Oh he was going to tease the boy about this later. Maybe even in front of his lord so that the Dark Lord could find entertainment out of the information as well.
The others drew nearer, thinking that Antonin's amusement lay solely with the article of the papers on the table. If only they knew. One by one the others read the articles and each scoffed or snorted depending on who held the papers. Obviously they were equally unimpressed with the words of the Daily Prophet.
"What a load of utter tripe, this is. No wonder our lord had you contact Viktor." Sneered Augustus, lip curled in disgust.
Barty, for once appeared solemn as he reached across the distance and gently pet the little glider on the head, garnering a look of shock from the small creature. He understood what it was like being a prisoner for a long period of time, to people you loved and cared for dearly. To feel that betrayal as they turned on you and hurt you. If Harry Snape had indeed been abused both by his muggle relatives and his former friends, then he figured the two of them had alot more in common than originally thought.
Rodolphus and Rabastan gave equal dark looks to the offending newspaper. They had come to care a great deal for the young Snape over the last few days. Anyone who garnered the trust and attention of their lord so irrevocably deserved their time and devotion. They were glad that Antonin, Barty, and Augustus were promised the Dursley's, and would ask their lord if it would be possible to join them in the muggle torture. They hoped that the Dark Lord said yes.
Bellatrix, surprisingly enough, appeared human as she glared daggers at the table before rage crumpled her normally attractive countenance into a moue of unequivocal wrath. She bared her teeth like a dog and stood before pacing, mumbling curses and ways she would destroy all who hurt her distant relative.
Antonin was mildly impressed the crazy woman hadn't begun throwing curses yet but he supposed she was saving it up for when she could torture the people assigned to her.
"What do we do? Harry doesn't seem to trust anyone save his father, and oddly enough, our lord. Should we show him our loyalty to him? Show him that not everyone is without a heart?" Queried Augustus, by far the kindest of the lot of them.
Barty shot to his feet, licking his lips and drawing his wand. He gazed deeply into the eyes of the glider on Antonin's lap who was watching the Crouch heir with trepidation, before opening his mouth.
"I, Bartimus Crouch Junior, hereby solemnly swear on my magic and lifeblood to help and protect one Harry James Snape under any circumstance, no matter what. No harm of malicious intent will ever be met towards him by my hand. So I will it, so mote it be." At the end of his oath a bright blue light enveloped Barty, solidifying the truth behind his words and magically binding the words to both Harry and himself.
Everyone stared at Barty with shocked expressions. Only two persons had ever evoked such loyalty from the former Russian. His mother and his lord. For Harry Snape to have gained such devotion from the young Crouch was short of astonishing.
Still, Antonin smirked as he raised his wand as well, making sure that he held little glider-Harry's eyes as he gave his own oath. The child was more than worthy of his dedication. The teen was entertaining, powerful, and ridiculously protective of their lord and others he had grown fond of. The Snape heir might not even realize he did it either.
"I, Antonin Dolohov, swear on my magic and lifeblood to help and protect one Harry James Snape no matter what. I will not harm him purposefully and promise to guide him wherever he needs guidance." He stated firmly.
Once more, bright blue light surrounded the person who uttered the oath and Antonin was pleased to note that Harry's aura radiated shock,but also hope. He wondered how long it had been since the lad had been shown such loyalty by someone other than Severus. He gently carded his fingers over the trembling glider's fur. Hopefully the boy would soon realize that not everyone was like Dumbledore and the brainwashed Light wizards who followed him.
Bellatrix was next, speaking with a conviction she normally only spared her lord and then the Lestrange brothers and lastly Augustus followed suit.
When that was done they began discussing how they would prove themselves to the boy and how they would begin to teach him everything they knew.
Rab and Rod would teach pranks and fighting styles; Bellatrix the dark spells and agility. Barty decided to teach him about Pureblood etiquette and get him new clothing. Augustus felt it prudent to teach the child about runes and protection spells while Antonin offered to teach the boy Russian and politics.
Once this was finished, decisions made and enthusiasm for the days to come thrumming in their veins, the friends split apart going about their previous activities. Antonin stood and exited the room. As soon as the door closed, Harry the Glider became Harry the teen and the Death Eater noted the softness around the child's eyes as he gazed at him steadily. Gratitude shined in those emerald orbs briefly before a taunting smirk lit the boy's features.
"I wonder what they'll say when they realize that you've beat them to me in the teaching department?" He asked with a raised brow, that devilish smirk never leaving his face.
Antonin actually laughed as they began walking down the corridor, a hand instinctively reaching out and ruffling Harry's hair -which was worn loose today- like the younger male was his little brother. The action was obviously a regular occurrence as Harry simply scowled, not even flinching when it was done.
"It should prove entertaining, young Snape." He replied with a shark- like grin stretching across his face.