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


11) Light On The Waters

Everyone was assembled in the ballroom, standing around the throne of the dark lord. Curious glances came from the younger members, who had not jet joined an attack. When the last ones had arrived, the dark lord cursed the latest and afterwards immediately moved to the main topic of that day's meeting: the Askaban raid.

As hypothetically announced before, the juniors and recruits would gather at the shores and four senior followers would dismantle the outer wards, when they'd enter the cave, from where the main stairwells led to the cells up in the citadel. While the four would dismantle the last remaining protections and alarms, the juniors would swarm the castle and kill the guards, while the recruits would get the prisoners out, down and shipped away by portkey. The whole operation would approximately take half an hour. If everything went as planned, they'd be long gone, before the aurors could arrive, dark mark looming.

The distraction attack at Hogsmeade would be led by Pettigrew, who would meet the girls there, as it was a Hogsmeade weekend on Halloween.

The meeting was nearly over, when Voldemort called him up. Surprised, Harry moved forward and knelt before his master. His mind was racing what was about to happen, when the dark lord moved his hand and Pettigrew fetched a long case from a table beside the throne and presented it to the feet of his master.

"Harry."

"Yes, milord?", he asked startled.

"You have made me proud some weeks ago. Your performance was very pleasing, therefore I shall reward you, in two ways: you shall lead the recruits in battle today. The seniors will hold council after this meeting, you may join them there and receive your orders. Secondly, I received a letter some time ago, the content very interesting. It was from an old acquaintance, I believe you have met him lately. His name is Saduj Ollivander.", the dark lord asked sociably.

"Yes, sir. I purchased a wand at his shop.", Harry said and a dark feeling overcame him.

"Mr. Ollivander also told me, therefore the letter, that a weapon in his shop responded agreeably to you. The… Star of Senkrad?"

"Uh – yes, sir."

"And that you did not procure it."

"That is correct."

"Why ever not?"

"I had no use for it back then, milord, thus I thought it was not worth purchasing, and Dumbledore would have been suspicious.", Harry reasoned.

"Without a doubt . But circumstances have changed and I believe it will be of great use to you now.", he gestured and Pettigrew opened the case. Inside was the staff, shimmering darkly in all its glory, the green stone at the top twinkling almost seductively, "For you."

The others gasped.

"Uh – thank you very much, my lord Voldemort.", Harry noticed too late that he had spoken the name, but the dark lord did not react, so he probably did not mind. He carefully picked up the staff and Pettigrew shrunk the case, before handing it to him.

"The word to reduce its size is 'nekrad', it will morph into an amulet.", the dark lord supplied, "To resize it use the same phrase."

"Nekrad!", Harry whispered and the staff glowed, before shrinking rapidly, until only the emerald with a black bracelet remained, that he practically slipped over his black bandaged wrist (remember the ribbons from chapter one!).

He stepped back and the dark lord ended the gathering.

Harry was just about to follow the four appointed seniors, when something tugged at his robe. An angry hiss came from the floor and the thing slithered up his leg and under his clothes. He squeaked and tried to get rid of it, but the scaly thing remained firmly in place.

"You idiotic hatchling, it's me!", it hissed and Harry stood still.

"Oh, sorry! I completely forgot about you!"

"Indeed. That is why I had to search this giant's nest for you. Really, it's too big for a little one like you!", the snake hissed motherly and reminded him strongly on Mrs. Weasley…

"Are you finally moving, Potter?", that bitch Lestrange spat from the door she help open for him, "we don't have all day!"

"Yes, madam. I'm coming…"


The recruits and juniors gathered in the entrance hall, where portkeys were distributed among them, that would take everybody to the shores of Askaban isle. The maps one of the informers at the Ministry had copied made it easy to locate the island. The grandfather clock on the landing between the stairs above them turned three pm, and within seconds forty-six death eaters landed on the beach of that ungodly isle. The 'big four' resized the boats they had brought along and the death eaters quickly parted into four groups, before the vessels started to move over the water surface, not making the slightest sound. The invisibility wards kicked in automatically, once they had left the beach behind them.

Roughly fife minutes later they neared the entrance to the cave. It was almost too silent, when the ships crossed the water. Six guards sat on rocks near the old stairs to the citadel, that had once been hewn into the bare rock. The first row of seats rose their wands and dismantled the alarms in hushed whispers, before the second row stood and executed the aurors, before they even knew what had hit them.

Green light filled the cave and the water glowed in it for a moment, before everything was silent again, six bodies lying on the bare stone, one half in the water, that merrily splashed against the lowest stone step. The boats knocked softly against the stone, when they got out. The ships were immediately shrunken and packed away. Then the juniors crept into the tunnel to eliminate the enemies, while the recruits disposed of the bodies by simply letting them into the water, careful to avoid as much noise as possible.

Blaise and Harry ascended the stairs side by side, following the last junior. From the far end of the staircase, they saw green light flashing now and then. Suddenly, after several minutes yelling erupted from the citadel above. Screams followed, along with clatter of metal against metal. They reached the lowest floor of the castle and soon grew aware of what, or better, who was making all the noise. From all sides hallways led to them, lined with bars, that divided the corridors from the cells. Since three 'walls' of each cell was made of metal bars, they could easily oversee the whole floor. The prisoners had risen from their cots and where standing, or in some cases, kneeling at the doors, banging spoons and tin cups against the bars, cheering to the death eaters, that would surely come to free them. The juniors had already cleared their way and had moved on to the higher levels.

"Crabbe, Goyle, Pucey and Warrington, Harry yelled over the furore, "You get the guys from this level out and down. Let the stronger support the weak, keep the line moving. We need to be quick!", before he raced on to the second floor, everybody but the previously named following him.

While Blaise had only seen some minor criminals on the lowest floor, the second level inhabitants were all well-known old friends and comrades. The death eaters captured at the Ministry some month ago did not cheer for them. Some seemed in a pretty bad shape, lying around in the corners of their cells, the floor stained with blood and human waste everywhere. It stunk like shit, too.

Harry once again barked his orders, although this time eight of the recruits where to either carry or levitate the poor witches and wizards out. The last three remaining recruits, Bletchley, Davies and Zabini, followed Harry upwards to the third level. The upper floor was different, having stonewalls between every cell for the 'special guests'. The storey was reserved for the insane, underage, and the pretty… as they would soon notice.


Lucius eyed the young man warily, who had entered his cell. It seemed their lord had finally stormed the bloody island and was getting them out. Pushing himself up against the wall, he tried to keep some dignity, but the waste in the corner and the blood on his clothes made it hard, not to mention the countless bumps and scraps the guard had graciously left instead of his last meal. Gasping in pain, he sacked back against the floor, unable to put any weight on his left knee. The boy in the doorway sighed and levitated him up. Closing his eyes in misery, Lucius blocked everything out, while the boy descended the stairway with him. At the bottom he heard the water splash against the stone, before he heard somebody talk near his head.

"Sev…", he tried to whisper, but he was not sure it was audible with all the commotion around them. Severus had come to get him, Severus was there. Severus whispered to him to keep up, it would all be well soon. Severus swiftly caressed his face, before a portkey tugged him away…

His lover had never touched him in public before…


The third floor was creepy. Wails came from behind the iron doors of some cells, but most where completely silent. The juniors had gathered in the last one on the right, where they had left all the bodies from his floor. Blaise noticed, that, while most of them wore the uniform of the guards, two seemed to be prisoners. The doors were already open, so they just had to march in and take the convicts down.

"You needn't search the ones down the left", Pucey, the elder brother, neared them, "There's nobody in there. But we've found six guys over there!", he pointed behind himself, "Cecil Rosier is in the first, barmy that one, I fear. Suppose they raped his sanity out of him, the way he looks, that bastards!", Pucey growled wrathfully, "and we found Draco Malfoy in the third. He doesn't respond at all – Dorian is with him."

"I think the last one is Alexei Ollivander, but we're not sure, he's barely recognizable.", Flint yelled over to them. Blaise sucked in his breath at the mentions of Draco, his best mate at Hogwarts.

"I think you better take that Rosier guy down, Blaise", Harry pushed him into the direction of the first cell, "Bletchley can take Malfoy. Okay?"

"Yeah…", Blaise answered faintly and moved on to fulfil his task.

"Miles? Can you take Malfoy and the one in the second cell?", Harry asked his comrade, who nodded and walked away.

"Should I take the one in the fourth?", Davies asked.

"Yeah, and the fifth, too, if you can?"

"Sure. See you down there and hurry up. The aurors might be already on their way.", the former Ravenclaw said and went away. Harry wasted no more time and approached the last cell. The maker of his new wand was in there. In what state, Harry wondered, before he opened the last door:


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