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
09) …And Knock Him Out!
Severus frowned slightly, when he heard the children laugh. They were practically seen as adults now. Soon enough they would have to face the harshness of reality as a death eater. He doubted they would laugh that much then. Disgruntled he turned away.
One more task to go!
Smiling at his new friend, Blaise hugged him briefly, before leaving the group to fight the first duel of the evening against Miles Bletchley (the last and first in alphabetical order). To stand his part would not be easy, because he had to duel against somebody with a year more experience, but he was confident he could hold his own long enough to keep his face.
Miles was a thin, but muscled Slytherin one year above, or at least he had been. Blaise knew, that he had excelled in Charms and Transfigurations, and tutored the younger students from his house before the exams. Bletchley had always appeared even-tempered and kind to him, but right now that composition unnerved him. His opponent had entered the duelling field before him and was now standing there motionless, wand steadily held in an outstretched arm and calves flexed to jump at the tiniest movement.
Mr. Pettigrew sent out green sparks to start the battle and Blaise fired an disarming curse at Miles, who dodged it easily and put up a shield around him. Firing another curse, Blaise saw him faking a turn right and run left, firing a bone breaking hex. Just in time Blaise put up an repelling shield, that shattered the moment the curse hit and blew him backwards out of the field. The audience applauded to the winner and Miles bowed lightly, before helping him up. A slight nod on both sides and they parted, Blaise returning to the other recruits and Bletchley taking a seat on the bench, where the winners of their first duel would wait for the second round.
The first round was over soon: Bole lost consciousness after Warrington's fifth attack, Bradley wiped Summerby out of the ring, Pucey nearly pulverized Carmichael and Potter forced Davis to concede. McDougal smashed Goyle with a nasty little hex that had kept the heavier boy from breathing until he grew blue and it was decided that McDougal had won. Surprisingly Theodore Nott succeeded over Derrick , but collapsed soon after.
Everybody returned to the manor that evening for a grand dinner and to gather their strength.
As soon as the sun had risen the recruits where up and about again and the stands were soon filled with the older death eaters and the recruits, that had dropped out of the match the day before. The second round began with the duel between Warrington and Bradley, that the former won. Pucey and Bletchley wrestled fiery against each other, but eventually Pucey was thrown out of the field. Blaise and the other younger recruits clawed their armrests, when Harry shredded McDougal into pieces and later on the rejoined Crabbe was beaten by Nott. The remaining four participants retreated to prepare for their next fight, that would decide who reached the final one.
Avery was taking bets and most of the younger death eaters set their money on their favourite. While many set on Warrington and Potter, Bletchley and Nott were not bad off either.
Noises came from everywhere in the exited crowd, but once the beginning of the third round was announced, they calmed down. Parties had formed, that cheered for their favourite.
Bletchley and Warrington entered the ring and soon the duel began its heated course. Nothing was given, everything set out to win. The two older recruits fought quickly, never leaving time to breath. The curses used where sharp ones, and soon both were bleeding from several scratches. The change came, when Bletchley stumbled and Warrington advanced unguarded, that the former rose his wand and stunned his opponent. Breathing heavily the winner left the ring, where Professor Snape drowned a healing potion down the loser's throat, before floating him away.
Just when the next fight was about to start the younger Nott pulled back. Smiling faintly, he admitted, that he would rather leave the battlegrounds in once piece as long as he could. Potter shrugged and Nott left the field, leaving Potter the winner without ever rising his wand.
After Theodore's retreat, Harry felt slightly uncomfortable. There was some time left, before the final fight would begin and so he let his gaze wander.
It was early midday. The sun that had bathed everything in golden light yesterday was hidden behind thick, white clouds. Birds where flying southwards and for a moment he wished he was one of them. Looking over to the stands, he saw Blaise Zabini wave over to him and press his thumbs. Harry waved back and his gaze dropped to Pettigrew, who had obviously stared at him and was now quickly adverting his gaze. The traitor looked troubled, but Harry could not bring himself to care. Besides the throne that Voldemort inhabited he saw Snape. The professor returned his gaze and moved his hand nearly invisibly to greet. Harry inclined his head and moved his gaze to Lord Voldemort, his lord.
The snakelike man's head was not hidden beyond the hood and the meagre sunlight reflected from his perfectly white skin. Then the dark lord turned his head and the crimson red eyes bore into him. He knew Voldemort was reading his thoughts and imagined a duel between him and Bradley and a big question mark hovering above. From the field below he could see the dark lord's eyes glowing with amusement. Then a laugh entered his mind and he knew it was a reflection of his master's thoughts. Slightly light-headed, he turned away just to face Warrington.
"His left side is less guarded. Try to fire to his left.", the elder Slytherin whispered and Harry nodded.
"Thanks."
"Hope you win. And… sorry about Montague, but arguing with him would have caused commotion we didn't want. He's paid the bill now.", Warrington smiled sorrowfully.
"He was your friend, wasn't he?", Harry asked and Warrington nodded lightly.
"Yeah, but now it's too late… we make our choices, Potter. And although we may be death eaters, the bad guys, sooner or later we face the consequences of what we do. Maybe not at a judge's verdict, but in life. Be true to yourself, Potter, and true to our lord, then you will be great. In our way.", he sighed and bowed his head, before he walked away.
Harry looked at him, stunned, and then entered the battling ring for one more time. Miles Bletchley was already waiting for him. Harry nodded to him and the fight began. Harry knew he had to stay in the offence to subdue his opponent, but it was easier said than done, because Bletchley simply outran the curses and fired himself.
After some minutes Harry decided to change his strategy: instead of firing random curses he would try to chase his opponent into one corner, where he could not escape. That worked quite well, until Bletchley realized his goal and fought against it. He threw a fire hex that shot over Harry's shoulder and ignited his robes, but he did not pay it attention and chanted a ward around his adversary to keep occupied for some time, while he slapped the fire out. In the meantime Bletchley had dismantled the easy ward, but had not jet had the chance to throw another hex. Using this little advantage Harry surged forward, surprising his opponent, and simply knocked him down with a well aimed punch. Bletchley tumbled backwards and Harry rose his wand once more and chains spread from the tip and tightly bound his adversary to the ground. Gasping for air, Bletchley tried to move, but soon realized he could not. Astounded he looked up to Harry and chuckled.
"Merlin, Potter. You got me there!", he shook his head and Harry released him wordlessly. The audience roared and hollered at their new 'hero'.
On his throne, the dark lord smiled inwardly. Just like he had expected…
R&R
