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
12) Beyond The Mists
The cell was small, about eight feet in width and about fourteen in length. The only furniture, if you could call it that, was a low cot against the wall right to the door and a wooden chair near the window.
The 'window' was a small hole in the wall, that seemed to be there more by chance than any intention. No glass kept the cold wind of the sea out. There were no bars, but Harry knew there was only rock beneath the wall of the citadel, or water. Either way, nobody could survive a jump down there.
Ollivander sat on the chair, wrapped in a threadbare blanket. He wore robes and shoes, Harry could see that, both in hazardous condition. He looked out of the 'window' apathetically. His body seemed unearthly thin under the dirty cloth, his head small with all the long, curly hair glued to his with the grease of years.
The air was slightly better in there, but icy cold. When he cleared his throat, the prisoner did not respond. Looking closer, not even his chest rose…
Harry was pulled from his thoughts, when he heard somebody racing up the stairs.
"Hurry up, Potter, the aurors are coming!", Snape yelled at him and pulled him along. Leaving Ollivander's corpse behind, they raced down the steps and onto the landing near the sea. Snape pulled out the last portkey and held it out for Harry, who did not hesitate and grabbed one end of the Quill. Nothing happened and Snape cursed.
"They but the wards back up! Come on, Potter, get over here!", he motioned to a dinghy, that lay at the end of the landing, "We'll take this!"
Snape threw something from his pocket into the water and seconds later Harry climbed into the boat. Snape jumped in and the boat started moving automatically. Harry fired a curse at the first auror, who had appeared on a broom near the exit, while Snape took out another. But more ministry officers on brooms and in boats where coming from everywhere and their situation became more and more severe.
Scared, Harry looked to Snape, who's brow was furrowed. Suddenly the professor smirked and lifted his wand against the sky.
"Morsmordre!", the dark mark appeared above the isle. Seconds later thick strings of fog rose from the water and hid them from the eyes of their hunters. Harry sighed in relieve, and even Snape seemed to relax a bit.
"Askaban is hidden by a ring of fog.", the professor explained, "Once we leave the mists behind, we can use the portkey to get away."
"Good. Like Avalon, you mean?", Harry inquired.
"Well, I'd hardly compare Askaban to the holy isle of Avalon, but the idea behind it is the same."
"Only that we don't know where Avalon is.", Harry smiled.
"Indeed.", Snape answered, rolling his eyes, when the fog finally cleared and they found themselves on open water.
The Potions master took the Quill from his pocket and Harry closed his hand around it, before they were swept away.
The manor was busy with wizards and witches running around to help the wounded juniors and especially the prisoners. Most of them had been taken to a big room above the ballroom, where the Malfoy's house elves had prepared field beds and were now tending to the wounded. Those death eaters, who had family living at the manor, had been taken to their relative's rooms.
In-between all the chaos, Severus distributed healing potions he had brewed in advance. Narcissa Malfoy had just requested his presence in her son's room, where he was currently heading with two elves in tow, who were carrying his supplies.
Draco lay on the bed, trashing against his uncle's grip, who desperately held him down.
"Leave him, Rabastan.", the Potions master said gently, sitting down at Draco's side, "Dragon, can you hear me?"
Draco stilled a little and his mother sniffed her nose, burying her face in her brother-in-law's shoulder, "See what these monsters have done to him!", she whimpered.
Severus swallowed hard, before he removed Draco's ripped robes from the frail body. He sucked in his breath, when he saw the dozens of welts and bruises on the white flesh of his godson. Draco had stopped struggling and lay on his side motionlessly, tears streaming from his wide eyes. His lips were moving rapidly.
"Oh, Draco…", Severus sighed and carefully charmed the dirt away.
"Please…", his godson's voice weakly broke the silence, "Please… don't hurt me anymore…", Draco begged, before closing his eyes. Narcissa's silent sobs grew louder at that.
"You're home, Dragon…", she whispered, leaving Rabastan's embrace and kneeling at her son's side, "Momma's going to take care of you now…my poor baby…"
Her soft hands caressed his cheek, but her eyes were hard and cold.
The door creaked open and a pale, sunken face appeared. With shaky steps, the man neared the people around his son's bed, who moved aside slightly to let him through.
"Oh, Draco…", Lucius thought faintly. The boy opened his eyes warily, but seemingly recognized his father.
"Daddy…?", his voice was barely audible.
"Yes.", Lucius voice broke.
Sighing, the wizard caressed his son's face and placed a light kiss at his brow.
"I'm so sorry, daddy, I tried to… I tried, but, but…", Draco sobbed and Lucius pressed his hand lightly.
"Everything will be fine, my dragon, you're home now, it's going to be fine, just go to sleep.", Lucius hushed his crying child and Draco closed his eyes, shedding quiet tears, before he slipped away into the land of nightmares…
Lucius cautiously tucked the sheets around him. Sitting on the bedside, he looked at his wife, who had sunken into a chair behind him. She sighed and got up and he followed her into the adjourning living room. Standing near the couch, he watched her leave. Severus stood behind him, stroking his back, but he stepped away and Severus lowered his hand.
AN/ So, this is the first part of the story. I hope you liked it so far. A major change is awaiting you, some things will clear up, new questions may arise. Tell me what you think?
lCiel R&R!
