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


18) Imperio

Blaise stood in the entrance hall when the first eruption made the crystal in the dining room cling. They had just arrived from the latest riot on that bigot Weasel's home. Warrington had led the thing because their master had decided to keep Potter out of it. Whether it had been to keep the Light from gaining knowledge about his whereabouts, or because the Dark Lord feared that his newest recruit would leave him to rejoin his old friends, Blaise did not know. But it seemed to be at least partly the latter, because just in that moment that particular junior Death Eater slammed the doors and marched past him, looking like an infuriated chimera.


The roof was on fire. Screaming people inside. His friend not breathing...

When Harry had woken from his dream he had left his bed to look out of the window. And when he had seen the juniors returning through the front gates, he had known that it was the truth. Dread had filled him, crawling through his veins in cold terror and burning in his fingertips.

He had taken his wand and robes, raced down the stairs and blown through the doors, just when the others entered. Blaise spared him a confused glance, as he passed by and disappeared into the pitch black night.

His blood boiled when he eventually fell onto his knees by the river. Tears welled in his eyes and he breathed shakily. Pictures from the vision came back into his mind:

Ginny screaming as Davies grabbed her; the older Weasleys fighting for their lives; Percy limping up the stairs to help and Ron, cursed and beaten on the floor as he tried to help his sister...

What had become of him?

A low wail escaped his lips and he bowed his back, clawing at the soil and screaming in agony. In his fury he whipped his wand out, but the stupid stick slipped from his grasp and rolled over the muddy side of the river.

Gone.

Suddenly something behind him rustled in the wet grass and Nagini poked her head over his thigh.

Hatchling, don't cry! He hath powers you know not!

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked puzzled.

Your heart allows you to feel, and the mind to see. But you need to block him out, says the greasy human. You did not listen then, but you need to listen now! To your heart. This shell does not operate to your command. Listen...

"Not to my command?" Harry inquired. "But then..."

Why was everything so clear and logical, warm and protected amidst his enemies? He remembered the fuzzy feeling of everything being alright, but it was artificial... Imperius!

/NO/ his inner self screamed and bucked against the curse. Why hadn't he noticed earlier?

Another scream of agony broke from his throat when the curse broke. Apprehensively he looked around, but saw nobody aside from the snake.

"Why are you helping me?" he asked and the snake lifted its head.

A long time ago a boy bought me from a merchant. Back then he cared and we conquered the world together. Today his hate and greed for power rule his very core and what he once felt with hath turned to stone. The master has deceived her... It is time for me to find another lonely hatchling. That's you, by the by, her obsidian, pearly eyes twinkled, Come on, the wards are not readily broken, but easily avoided.

He was stunned, but followed her nevertheless. His anxiety grew as they neared the gates, but the guard just nodded and opened the gate and they passed through.

He will be very sorry for that come the morning… Nagini hissed and slithered next to him, as they left the manor behind them.

The forest was dense here and the road soon turned into a muddy path and later disappeared completely. From behind some bushes they once saw another road and heard a muggle car passing by, but nothing else happened. It had to be far past midnight when they stopped at a small, half-frozen rivulet to drink.

Leaning against a tree trunk, Harry contemplated his fate. He clearly remembered the summer at the Dursleys; Petunia being oddly collected and... nice, Dudley being mostly out with friends and Vernon... being his bullying self. When everything, the pain, the loss, the loneliness, had gotten too much, he had gathered his belongings and bolted.

He remembered going to Diagon Alley, and then Knockturne Alley, buying clothes and a new wand, being caught by Snape, the rat on the ground (Wormtail?) and Malfoy Manor. He remembered the Mark- and then things got fuzzy... details appeared and vanished again, connections missing between events he remembered, but could not place into any context...

Imperius, definitely.

Groaning, he rolled up his sleeve – the sleeve of a Death Eater cloak – and let his fingers glide over the Mark. It was flat, but the outlines of the skull where itching when he touched them. Nagini slithered to his side and coiled around his waist, before seemingly going to sleep.

The meagre light of the rising sun fell through the leafless branches and he shivered in the frost. The snow was not very deep under the high trees, but he shivered uncontrollably, afraid to cast a warming charm that could be traced.

It was then a searing hot jolt of pain flashed through his system. Fighting with all he had against his master's pull, he screamed and clawed at his mark. The pain only increased and his mind screamed with his throat until he blacked out.

When the world turned back into focus the first rays of sunlight had just broken through the clouds and hit his face. Looking down to his arm he saw that the skin was scarred and burned where the Mark had been, but the ugly black thing was gone. So was his wand.

He sighed at the stiffness of his limbs, but at least he had not frozen to death with the huge snake coiled around him. When he leaned forward, Nagini sighed and let go of him so he could drink and wash his face at the stream.


Sooo, suprised? Not? R&R