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
AN/ SLASH in this chapter, rather explicit, too!
13) Disorientation
To want, desire something, more than anything you have ever known, more than everything you have ever needed, more than your brain can accomplish to comprehend. For the very first time, it seemed that the world you tried to revolutionize is utterly insignificant in comparison to the aspiration to consume this fixation, obsession, the one impact that would change your life forever.
The next week passed by in a haze for Harry. Everybody was tending to their impaired relatives, or being tended to themselves. An uproar of bitterness over the prisoner's treatment had spread from the manor over the whole Wizarding part of Britain and the press had published some articles about it. Everywhere people were discussing the ministry's actions. Fudge had left the country after a radical group had burned down his house in London and left graffiti with anarchy symbols.
Even Dumbledore had given an public statement that the Ministry's actions must not be condoned. In short – the Wizarding world was in chaos.
At the place of the upheaval's origin, Lucius Malfoy sat on his long-term secret lover's lap and thrust his hips against the hand in his breeches. Severus smiled down at him, trailing hot kisses over his love's neck, before squeezing his hand a few times, until Lucius lost control.
A quick 'Scourgify' took care of that matter and when his lover returned from his post-coital daze, he could snuggle comfortably into Severus' waiting arms – had not been another issue waiting to be attended to:
The black-haired man growled fiercely, as his lover slid down onto the floor between his legs and skilfully undid his fly, releasing hismanhood from its unbearably tight constraints. Severus could do nothing but gasp, as he felt Lucius' hot mouth coercing his last resolve to vanish completely. Bucking his restless hips towards the sweet pleasure his heart finally became undone after months of forced celibacy and emotional solitude.
Crying in both pleasure and relieve, he found release deep down his lover's throat, who swallowed him greedily, more profound than ever before.
Getting back up onto the couch, Lucius enveloped his shaking love into a sensual hug, before pulling away. Gazing into the bottomless, black depth, he felt exposed by the love they radiated for him.
In his private chambers, the Dark Lord idly gazed into the crystal ball on his desk. He did not give a shit about divination, but the globes could be applied for so much more pleasant uses.
Like watching over somebody.
Red eyes fixed on the glassy surface, he turned his hand slightly and the white smoke inside cleared and the picture of Harry Potter teasing Blaise Zabini emerged.
Bewildered and strangely bewitched Voldemort watched the display of affection.
A knock on the door disrupted his closer examination of the situation (in that more and more clothing was lost to both participants) and he hastily erased the image, before Wormtail – damned be his existence – entered with the daily reports.
The Wizarding world was in uproar, street fights in London between officials and the mob, shops closed in fear of raging hooligans… Harry smiling… Fudge leaving the country in a hurry… caressing his cheek… families moving to the protection of Hogsmeade… Harry pulling a face and laughing… Harry tickling the other boy… citizens demanding new minister… laughter… Amelia Bones and Arthur Weasley – eek!... good contact with Dumbledore… Harry's eyes wide and innocent… grins… Harry caressing, Harry smiling, Harry… Harry with the power…
Silence.
"My lord?"
"Hrmpf?"
That night the Death Eaters celebrated the grand banquet to commemorate the fall of Azkaban and to introduce the new juniors into their midst. It had been postponed until all detainees had healed from their physical wounds so that everybody could attend. One after another the recruits stepped forward. All had fought well and were to be rewarded. They officially received their masks and were to bow to their master before retreating back to the crowd. After the official part of the evening was over, the Death Eaters had gathered in smaller groups to party some more on their own. Voldemort had retreated to his chambers some time ago to research, but had lost interest in the old scrolls and books and returned to his favourite activity as of lately: watching Harry.
The boy sat in one of the smaller sitting rooms near the recruit's quarters. The only other people in the room were Blaise Zabini, tucked onto one of the soft, fluffy settees together with Draco Malfoy, who resembled a porcelain doll these days, white, cold and inert. Blaise was talking to the young blond silently and the Greengrass girl stood near the window, holding a bottle of Ice Drake's vodka.
Harry scowled and left the room and the girl followed him. Outside, on the corridor, they encountered Pansy Parkinson and Marietta Edgecombe, both 'home' from school for the day. They passed giggling and Miss Greengrass and Harry entered the latter's chamber – or rather, Harry entered and the girl simply followed.
With growing resentment the Dark Lord saw the bitch flirting with his Harry, and soon later discarding her robes, sitting on the boy's lap and snogging him viciously. It seemed Harry quickly regained control of his senses, but instead of kicking the whore out of his bed, he turned her onto her back and pushed up her skirt. After some awkward fumbling, he took her roughly. She grunted while he fucked her.
Disgusted and in a foul mood, he turned away from the crystal ball and went to bed, taking a dose of Severus' dreamless sleep.
AN/ to dreamweaver: I think you got something wrong there. It's DG/HP, not DM. DG stands for a cannon female. Sorry to disappoint you, but to say it clearly again: THIS IS NOT A DRACO/HARRY FIC! There is some HP/BZ, but only in chapter 10.
Furthermore I won't update more for now, coz I still need to edit some later parts again. And they're not jet beta-ed, so you'll have to wait about a week for more. L'C
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