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
17) The Night Is On Fire
Severus gazed over the white hills. Snow was falling in thousand tears of the angels. See? Even Heaven was crying for the dead dragon, whose body was currently put upon a bier near the river. The funeral speech was nearly over and the closer family members levitated the bier over onto the small Viking boat. Narcissa cried while they loosened the tows and the drift pulled the ship into the middle of the stream. The women sang the last songs of good-bye. With a heavy heart Lucius met his lover's gaze before he rose his wand and set the bier alight.
In the red light of the dusk spreading over the land and painting the white meadows and hills in golden blood. The flames flickered merrily while the boat tumbled down the Avon that would soon flow into the ocean…
Blinking, Severus watched the boat sink in a rush of sparkling gold and red, like the last breath of a dying dragon, before the water claimed his body to pass it on to Valhalla…
It was so cold that their faces stung behind the bone masks. The new juniors gathered around the peculiar house, that seemed to be only held up by magic. Inside everything had quieted down after midnight. The blood-traitors had gone to bed some hours ago and it was time to launch their attack. Leaving their cover behind the hills, they approached the Burrow and divided into two groups. While the one half flew up to the roof to enter through a window, the others blasted the door out of the frame and rushed inside.
The group under Davies' lead had gotten through a window in the roof and started to invade the upper bedrooms, while Blaise surged in from below. From upstairs he heard the girl and the Weasel scream. Some alarm went off and three men came down the stairs right into their arms. Next to him Theodore threw a curse, but one of the redheads was quick enough to pull up a shield and the hex rebounded, slamming into their own people.
Arthur, Bill and Percy fought back against the Death Eaters. There had to be about seven or eight. With the first blow they had luckily already knocked out four and the other three weren't that much of a problem, after Molly joined them. Within minutes all seven were tied up and stunned, when a high pitched scream from the second floor caught their attention.
"GINNY!" Molly and George bellowed at the same time and rushed upwards. Arthur, Bill and Percy, who limped slightly, followed.
A gruesome picture awaited them at the top of the stairs: Ron lay on the floor, writhing in agony as one of the robed bastards held the Cruciatus on him. Genevra screamed, trying to pull away from the Death Eater holding her against the wall, while the others set the beds on fire. It was already hot and smoke made them cough.
"Get out here!" somebody yelled and five of the remaining six disapparated, the last one caught by Arthur's stunner before he could react.
"Ginny!" Molly gasped at her daughter's torn nightshirt, as Ginny desperately tried to cover herself.
"I'm alright, mum, you'd better see to Ron..." she said, relatively calm, and disappeared inside her room to fetch her wand and a gown. Bill and Fred were already inside trying to douse the fire, but it seemed to be Salamander fire, as the edges tingled in rainbow colours and it could not be extinguished magically.
"Everybody out!" Bill roared. "It's Salamander fire!"
Molly and Arthur gasped, while collecting what they could see and banished it to appear outside on the front porch.
"Come on!" George yelled.
"We need to get out!" Fred finished, before parts of the ceiling came down in Ron's room. Their youngest brother was still unconscious while they levitated him down and ran outside to see all the belongings that they could not save in time go up in flames.
"Why...?" Percy asked weakly as the roof came down. Aurors and Order members apparated on all sides, but it seemed that one of the Death Eaters had returned to free the others.
Molly and Arthur were bowed over Ron; Arthur seething curses, Molly crying her youngest son's name. But Ron never responded.
"This means war!" the twins chorused, all humour gone from their chilling voices.
"Yes," Arthur agreed solemnly and turned to Dumbledore, who had just appeared behind them. "I think it's back to Number Twelve."
R&R!
