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


16) De Filii Nostri

Outside it had started to rain again while Lucius held his son. Draco was too still, his whole frame so cold and pale. Tears also formed in Lucius eyes while memories flashed through his mind.

He had been present at Draco's birth, outside the room, not because it was appropriate, but more so because Narcissa had threatened to kill him. He had also encouraged him to walk and later taught him how to fly. Narcissa had always berated him that his dragon was too small to spread his winds yet, but Draco had just smiled, sitting in front of his father, safely seated between his arms.

Their formerly close relationship had grown colder after Draco had been sent to Hogwarts. Seeing his son only in the holidays had limited their time together and the added pressure of success for Draco had driven them apart even more.

Had he driven his son away?

Had he been too harsh then?

After the Dark Lord had returned it had been vital that Draco had learned to be hard. He could allow his son no weakness. Draco had to be prepared. He must not feel. Or everything would go wrong. A Malfoy heir had to be presentable. Draco, he, must not, couldn't…help!

Severus was looking at him with red eyes.

"I'm sorry..." his lover whispered and got up, bolting from the room.

"Sev-" Lucius cried after him, letting go of Draco for a moment. "Draco needs you, he lost blood... so much blood, Sev... I can't – Draco! He, he... no... no... - NOOOOOOO!"

His scream echoed from the marble walls. Lucius slipped down against the wall near the tub, rocking his body and hugging himself, sobbing madly. Draco's body had slipped under the surface and his blind grey eyes bore into Lucius' from beyond the water accusingly, like silvery pools of condemnation... like his father's eyes.


The Burrow lay quiet between the slopes of the hills south of the Otter. Lights shone over from the village on the far side of the river, while he trudged down the muddy trail to the front door. From inside he could hear the laughter of his family: Bill's clear laughter, Ron's crooked chuckles and Ginny's high-pitched giggles. His chest tightened when he heard somebody get up and walk over some creaking floorboards that he remembered were below the stairs – right next to the door.

Merry Christmas, he thought to himself bitterly.

Without time to prepare himself mentally, he tried to pull a straight face, as the door opened slowly.

"Who's there?" his father's voice asked brusquely and he cringed. He could not make a noise. 'You're twenty, get a grip on yourself!' he scolded mentally. The laughter inside had dimmed and it was suddenly horribly silent.

"It's... me," he whispered and the door opened some more.

"Percy?" his father's perplexed voice asked and something banged inside, before his mother came to the door and stepped outside, wand risen carefully.

"Yes?" she asked briskly and pushed her hands into her hips, waiting for his response.

"I... maybe it wasn't a good idea to come after all... Excuse me, if I'm not... welcome anymore. I never meant to interfere..." he stuttered and became annoyed with his own insecurity. "Sorry."

He turned to go, smashed by the force of their rejection. He had not imagined it would be so hard to-

"Wait!" that was his mother's voice. Slowly he turned back.

"Yes?"

"We... why don't you come in?" she smiled uncertainly and he nodded despondently.

"Thank you."

Inside it was warm and the air smelled of cinnamon and homemade biscuits. Mistletoe hung over the kitchen door and everybody but Charlie was assembled around the table. Ginny stared at him beady-eyed and the twins frowned, while Bill's and Ron's faces where frozen.

"You!" his youngest brother finally spat and pointed at him. "What do YOU want here?"

"Ron!" Bill's sharp reply silenced the other, while the eldest rose from his chair and stood in front of Percy, who swallowed and looked at his older brother warily.

"Finally got your head out of you arse?" Bill asked bitingly and Percy sighed, before he was unexpectedly pulled into a bear hug. "Gods, Perce – you had me worried my brother was a treacherous creep!"

"I... um. I fear I had some inaccurate sources of information, that made me deal-"

"Cut it, will you? You're at home, not at your office!" Bill scolded friendly and led him to a free chair at the table. Ron was still frowning deeply and Ginny seemed hesitant. Their parents sat back down as well.

"Actually, I don't have an office there... anymore," he admitted.

"What?" the twins and Arthur echoed, astonished.

"I... er... quit."

"Oh," was the only response, a soft sigh from his father.

"I, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a disappointment, and... and I thought you'd be happy if I made it far enough... but sometime along the way I guess I forgot what really counts," he finished heavily.

"I don't know what to say," his mother confessed eventually after a long silence.


AN/ Thanks for the kind reviews to Greg: Hmm, you'd like to know that, wouldn't you? This character already appeared once, I think. I'll give you a hint: she's named after a girl in a myth, who became a tree to dark-Harry-Fan: It's going to be longer, but Harry won't get much darker, rather the opposite ;-(