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


07) To Hit The Targets…

They walked down the gravel path through the meadows behind the gardens. Near the stream was a circle of tents set up around a circle of flat stones to sit on. The targets they had used before stood some yards away from the camp.

The tents, although magical ones, were small for the four boys, that would live in one for the next one and a half month. Each contained a washing cabin, two twin beds, a small table and four simple, wooden chairs.

The elder recruits in the first tent would cast defensive wards around the camp. Montague, Warrington, Davies and himself, the second tent, would make the camp invisible to the eye of the enemy. The new recruits, with the exception of Potter, would build barricades and trenches around the camp, in case somebody would be able to break the wards. With these tasks the first day was over quickly and everybody was hungry. Food was taken from the store in the "kitchen", as they called a large tent set between the others.

The next to weeks went by in ordered routine: they would have breakfast together, then divide. The elder would teach the younger more dark magic and curses until lunch, which only consisted of a quick snack the 'kitchen' provided magically. The second training session went until it got dark. They would have dinner together and afterwards sit around together in groups and talk about whatever crossed their minds.

While his older year mates had accepted Harry easily, the older boys he was currently living with acted rather cold towards him. Montague and Warrington would speak with another at the table while Davis was usually out with the first tent until late.

In the evenings, Harry would either join his year mates, but later, when he had to return to his own tent, he just went to bed quickly, before the others could hinder him, as they had done on the first night.

/flashback/

Harry was brushing his teeth in the wash cabin, when Davies came back. Through the half open door he heard him slumping down on one of the empty chairs at the table and quietly talk to the two Slytherins. All three had not spoken an unnecessary word with Harry jet.

When he exited the 'bathroom', somebody grabbed his shirt and slammed him against the wall. Choking, he looked at his attacker and saw Davies laugh at his astounded face, while Montague held him by the collar of his robes.

"Idle, little Potter. So you thought you could worm your way into our society!", he snarled dominantly, kicking Harry's stomach, while he pushed him onto the floor, "Thought you were something better, did you? – Answer!"

"No… Sir, I didn't…", Harry gasped at the pain.

"Did you hear that?", his assailant laughed merrily and the others joined in, "Sir! He called me… that's hilarious! The great Harry Potter… what a hoax!", they snickered and Harry pushed himself up against the wall, before stumbling over to his bed. He flinched, when Montague grabbed his shoulder.

"And this is our little secret, hmm? Wouldn't want anybody to know what happened, do we?", he jeered haughtily.

"N-no, sir.", Harry whispered and Montague let him go with another laugh.


Severus stood alongside with the other members of the inner circle bowed over a map of Askaban. The plan was to lead the aurors on shift to Hogsmeade on Halloween afternoon as a fake attack. While those were occupied, the younger death eaters and recruits would portkey to the shores near Askaban, cross the water with the boats there and enter the fortress through a cave, where the prisoners where brought to, before the guards took them up to the citadel. The boats would be invisible and the aurors killed quickly, all at once. The death eaters would secure the castle and break up the cells. The recruits would gather all prisoners in the cave. Meanwhile the four seniors would dismantle the wards and get the portkeys to Malfoy manor ready to be distributed. The Prisoners and seniors would depart and the younger destroy the fortress and follow then, leaving the dark mark glooming over the ruins.

The plan was fool-proof. As long as no information got out.


At the end of the seventh week, Nagini slithered into the middle of their camp with a message, that in three days Seniors would join them at the camp and a contest of the recruits would take place, deciding who would lead the group in the assault on Askaban.

Suddenly everyone was busy with training for the game or, in Montague's case, punishing Harry for the weakness in their wards, that had let Nagini through. About fifteen minutes later, a slightly bruised Harry joined the training with Montague taunting his tardiness.


The three days passed by all too quickly and soon a committee of the elder and inner circle death eaters gathered in the conjured stands behind the training field. On a high-backed throne in their midst sat the dark lord himself, gazing over his assembled new servants beyond him. The chatter of the crowd died down, when Pettigrew stumbled forward to inaugurate the festivity. The dark lord smiled inwardly at the scantily disguised fear on some of the parents faces, who fervently prayed for their children to perform well enough and not to disappoint their lord. Oh, but he was rarely disappointed in his followers. They knew how to please him… but he had to admit he was curious on some of the recruit's performance today.

The first discipline was to aim a curse of choice at one of the targets, that would be put up in a distance of 200 feet. The recruits lined up and Pettigrew called them up by the names in alphabetical order: "Bletchley, Miles"

The pale, skimpy boy stood fore and aimed adequately. He soon lost interest, thoughts drifting away, while he watched the boring exercise. Another few recruits absolved the task and a bird flew over the sky, while the clouds passed by – one looked like a dog – and the parents somewhere to his left cheered, when their son… "Montague?", he tried to remember the name… rather lousily hit the target.

Another lofty boy with coarse, dirty blonde hair had his turn and then, finally, Harry was called up. In the corner of his eye, he saw that Montague boy making a face, but dismissed the notion quickly, as Harry lifted his wand.

A flash of red light erupted from the tip and hit the black dot in the middle of the target, blowing it back several feet.

The crowd was deathly quiet, until Voldemort mildly clapped his hands a few times. At once everybody was nodding genuinely and praising the boy's talent. Mentally rolling his eyes, the dark lord cursed the bloody opportunists surrounding him. At his side, Severus snorted dismissively.


AN/ by the way, I edited all the previous chapters. I had some markings between the diff. POVs, but did not load those and I noticed too late. From now on it will be better!

R&R, lCiel