Harry Potter and the Star of Senkrad
Author: l'Ciel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: JKR, and some more I think – I don't own anything but the plot – oh, and Ice Drakes, that's mine too! And that sexy nurse (god bless her brainless boobs)
Rating: hard R for implicit sexual content, NC-17 for explicit sexual content
Warnings: violence, brain washing, non-con,
Pairings: HP/DG, SS/LM; side pairings: HP/BZ, NM/LM
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Angst
Summary : After the events of OotP, Harry runs away from the Dursleys. The only one to find him is Snape, but where do the spy's loyalties truly lie? Slash & Het, war-story
Main characters: Harry, Snape, Lucius, Voldemort, Dumbledore
06) So It Begins
And so it began. Harry trained hard. The recruits would study and live at the Manor, but the practical training grounds where in the fields beyond the gardens. Tents had been built up, making the whole look like a military camp. Spells and duelling would be practised amongst each other under the watchful eye of Rodolphus Lestrange; art, dancing, etiquette and social sciences with the baroness, the latter within the manor walls. Of all of them the dark art lessons were the most demanding and to his horror, the most fascinating and pleasurable.
In long lines the recruits stood on the training fields, firing curses at practise targets. The instructor would pace the lines and comment. Harry resented the cool order and utter discipline of teacher and student, but he knew failures would be punished severely. But in some weird sense he loved it. For the first time he felt normal among his peers. Every recruit had the same routine, was treated the same. And it made him feel oddly safe.
And they learned. Faster than ever before in Harry's opinion. The whole day was dedicated to learning, mostly in the group. The discipline helped a lot and in the evening everybody was lounging in one of the larger living rooms, too tired to move and simply talking about the day.
It amazed Harry how easily the Slytherins accepted him and everything worked out. There was little teasing or arguing between the recruits. The atmosphere in the group serene and warm. Little time did he spent musing about what they were actually learning to do.
It was a dusty Friday evening in London, when the news came in. The Order members were sitting around the long table in the kitchen, when Dung raced in, stopping his high pace only directly in front of Dumbledore and snatched a wand out of his pocket, placing it on the table a little too roughly. Ollivander, who had been invited when first news had reached the order, looked at it for one moment and sighed.
"Yes, it is the wand young Mr. Potter purchased at my shop fife years ago. I remember it, as if the lad had just bought it yesterday. Holly, nine inch, phoenix feather.", he smiled sadly at Dumbledore. Fawkes, who sat on the armrest of his owners chair thrilled heartbreakingly and lowered his beautiful head. Other occupants of the table broke out in whispers. Molly Weasley was sobbing into her eldest son's shoulder openly and Remus Lupin sat transfixed on his chair, eyes wide open and lips moving soundlessly in silent prayer.
Dumbledore sighed deeply and smoothed his beard. From across the room Tonks and Bill tried to console Mrs. Weasley, who had stopped crying, but still hick-upped.
"He –hick- could –be -…- dead, by – now, we- don't know - know anything, oh Merlin – the poor – boy! What – did – he – think? Running away like that!", she whimpered and everybody fell silent. Was Harry Potter really dead?
"I doubt it, Molly," Dumbledore said softly, "If Tom would have got to him, we would know. He would have let us know to see us suffer. Harry is still out there. I know it. He's somewhere out there. Severus is still searching for him. He will bring him home.", he spoke reassuringly, patting Fawkes' head absentmindedly.
"Remus?", Molly asked cautiously, approaching the frozen werewolf, "Are you alright?"
"Fine", he said without looking at her and stormed out into the foggy night, his shabby cloak billowing after him before he slammed the door.
At Malfoy Manor, the recruits where chilling out in the living room, when their chief instructor, Lestrange, entered the room and everyone fell silent.
"I may announce, that the dark lord is very pleased with your progress. You have trained hard all summer and soon you will be ready for the first test on your new abilities."
Harry heard some of his fellows swallow, but could suppress the urge.
"Today is the last of August. The girls will be returning to Hogwarts as spies tomorrow, as planned. The boys will be having an extra training in the camp. You will work there, eat there and sleep there. You will depend upon each other and share the work to be done. I and the other instructors will leave you mainly to yourselves to practise sovereignty. In two month time, on Halloween eve, the recruits will have their final test: your individual success will decide whether you're a worthy junior death eater or not. The sixteen of you will be accompanied by one hundred junior death eaters on the siege of Askaban."
Everybody gasped.
"Yes, you will raid Askaban. There are no dementors there to stop you. Our spy has stolen the construction plans from there ministry fools and the timetable for the guards. On the holidays, only six men are guarding seventy-eight prisoners. You will receive your instructions about a week before the attack. Be ready!"
The recruits clapped and some growled happily. Harry sighed. To free some guys from prison wasn't a bad job. I mean, nobody would directly suffer from it – apart from the guards. And the horror stories they had heard about them spoke for themselves.
The next morning the boys escorted the girls to the throne hall, where their parents were waiting. Or at least, those who were still free. Some would take another child along.
After the girls where gone, the boys packed their things and left for the camp. Everybody had to bring a blanket, one pair of shoes, three pairs of socks, five pairs of boxers, two pairs of trousers and two shirts, one robe and some toiletries. The next two month would go rather ascetic, but Harry did not mind. He was used to little from his early years at the Dursleys.
Fucking Muggles!
R&R
AN/ I know my chapters are quite short and additionally I want most of this posted before book 6 is published, so you can expect chapters coming rapidly from now on. I also can finally announce, that the story is finished, safe for the epilogue, but that's not hard work
My lovely beta silver-sun101 (439337 at too) currently working on it. Review guys, I love you for it lCiel
