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
26) Accidents and Repercussions
After breakfast he excused himself under the pretence that he had forgotten his Potions book. Ron warned him not to come late or Snape would deduct points again, but Harry reasoned that Snape would also take points when he was without his book.
When Ron and the others were gone he climbed back down the few stairs he had gone up and looked around. The hall was pretty empty now that most students were in class. Glancing over to the dungeon entrance, he saw her waiting.
She actually looked pretty annoyed and had her arms folded over her chest. When he walked up to her she turned around and he followed her around some corners until they were standing in a dead end corridor. Looking back behind them, she cast a privacy charm and turned to face him. Her expression was grim and he worried for a moment what was the meaning of all this, when she began to speak.
"I have some news," she said and he nodded, waiting for her to continue. "And it's not so easy but you have to know," she sighed in exasperation and paced in front of him, before she faced him again. "I'm pregnant."
There was a pause.
"What?" Harry asked. He could not have heard right.
"I'm pregnant - And it's yours," she added with an afterthought. "Madam Pomfrey got me a test for it."
That was supposed to be a joke, right?
"But…we only, I mean – once…" Harry heard himself stutter, feeling somehow detached from the situation.
She growled in frustration and began to pace again.
"I –" Harry started to say, but couldn't express his thoughts that were a big mess just then. "Am late for Potions," he finished lamely and bolted.
He heard her yell something unintelligible after him, but didn't stop until he found himself in front of Snape's classroom door. Without knocking he entered and suddenly found the whole class staring at him. Snape, who was standing in the front glared at him.
"Well, now since Mr. Potter had the grace to join us," he remarked sarcastically, "we can just continue with the actual brewing. Get your ingredients and start up. And don't forget what I told you or else… and no talking AT ALL," he smiled malevolently at Harry and the Gryffindor gulped slightly, before taking his place in the cue in front of the supply cabinet.
Fifteen minutes later he was completely lost. The notes on the board seemed incomplete and he had the urgent feeling that THIS was what Snape had been talking about in the beginning of the lesson. Doubtfully, he looked at the scattered ingredients on his desk and decided that he had absolutely no clue how to begin. He already felt the professor's foul breath down his neck when Millicent threw him a hateful gaze. Confused, he continued to chop his mandrake roots like he had seen the others doing. Fortunately Snape left him alone for the lesson and he managed to finish the draught rather to his satisfaction.
But just minutes before the bell rang his luck ran out. While he had bottled a vial for his potion for Snape to grade, somebody bumped into him and he let the vial drop. Just in the same moment his cauldron, which he had left unattended, exploded. Showered from head to toe in black slime, he was thankful he was wearing his glasses. His classmates, mostly Slytherins, three Ravenclaws and no other Gryffindor since Hermione was still in the infirmary had intriguingly all found the time to pull up a shielding charm, at least those within the reach of the slimy mess. Snape had already taken the pleasure to deduct 50 points from Gryffindor and to give him a detention for destroying his classroom. The Slytherin girls smiled maliciously at him and for a moment he feared Daphne might have told them, but he reasoned to himself that they were probably just evil because it was him and nobody there to hinder them.
At least the slime smelled halfway tastefully of cinnamon and honey.
Snape told him he was lucky because the potion was harmless when applied to human skin. However if he could not improve his skill drastically he would not need to bother to come to this class anymore in the future.
Harry suspected McGonagall and Dumbledore had a hand in him being there at all, but he really did not want to test his luck today. Mumbling an apology, he fished the firecracker out of his cauldron and tried to clean his workplace, when something odd happened.
His arms were all hairy!
Horrified, he looked up to Snape, who just smiled back in his usual nasty smirk.
"When I said 'not harmful' I didn't imply that there would be no effect. Unfortunately you missed the beginning of the lesson or you would know that we were brewing a hair-growing lotion today. Your luck, Mr. Potter. I suggest you return to your dorm after you clean this up and shave before returning to the public. Although this… fur certainly underlines your general nature quite satisfactorily. Now hurry up! There are other students waiting to begin their lesson outside!"
The next lesson had already started when Harry could leave the dungeon. Instead of going to transfiguration, however, he returned to Gryffindor and carefully peeled off his stained clothes. Although he had tried to spell himself clean a few times on the way, the dark gunk was stuck in the folds of his uniform and all the hair was starting to creep out of his hems and collar. Disgusted, he threw his robes into the laundry basket for the house-elves to wash and unbuttoned his shirt. Socks, trousers and tie soon joined the shirt and robes in the basket and he also disposed of his boxers. Viewing his overly-hairy self in the mirror he shuddered. He really looked like some animal.
At least it seemed that the hair had stopped growing. Now he only needed to get rid of it again. Chuckling he realized that he could now plait his body hair. This was so weird!
Taking his razor from the shelf in the bathroom, he started to shave his legs. As much as it pained him it was the only way to get it even again. Better hairless legs for a few days than this fur! And shaving spells were NEWT-level spells because they could go so horribly wrong. Wizards had beheaded themselves botching those spells up!
Drawing the blade along his skin his hair soon spread over the floor beyond him. He had already shaven his legs and lower parts and was now tending to his chest. Luckily he had no natural hair on his back or else he would have had to ask somebody to remove it for him. This was already embarrassing enough!
When his beard was gone, too, he looked back into the mirror to inspect his now hip-long mane. To his surprise his hair had curled into shiny ebony locks. Red highlights flashing in the sunlight falling through the window reminded him of his mother and he had to suppress a sob. The long hair actually made him look a lot more like her on the photographs.
On a feeling he decided to wait for either Hermione or Ginny to turn up to cut his hair straight. And shorter, he thought, the long tresses were really too complicated. But he'd keep it long for now. Thanking all deities for the existence of drying charms, he stole a plain black hair tie from Ron's bedside table and pulled his mane back in a neat ponytail, the only thing he could imagine he could to with it right now without looking to feminine.
Smiling that Snape's horror-lesson had actually some good, he grabbed his still somewhat dirty bag and realized that he was already late for DADA. And he really did not want to be late for Bill's first lesson.
Everything had worked out as planned. And actually even better. In his stead Percy was doing the paperwork for Gringotts, now and he could actively work for a better future with better educated people in it. But he had to admit his heart was in his mouth.
Approximately twenty pairs of eyes were taxing him with a colder glace than an Egyptian sphinx. His brother was winking at him and he forced a smile, when suddenly somebody knocked on the door.
"Yes?" he asked.
Harry rushed in and apologized, before dropping into a seat next to Ron, who eyed him questioningly. Something was different about the boy since he had last seen him…
"Hey–what happened to your hair, mate?" Ron asked, flabbergasted, while his brother wrote his name on the board.
"Potions accident," was obviously enough of an explanation. Anyway it was time to be silent and listen to Professor Weasley to introduce the new topic.
During lunch they headed up to the hospital wing to visit Hermione. She smiled weakly at them, before her face twisted and Madam Pomfrey hurried over to her with a potion. Soon Hermione was asleep and the nurse ushered them out. On the way she explained that their friend would be alright soon, she just needed to get a curse out of her system. Slightly relieved, they went on to Charms.
When they re-entered the Gryffindor tower, Ginny was not there, so Harry asked Lavender instead to help him with his mane. After a lengthy discussion she flicked her wand a few times and the long strands fell to the ground. Looking into a mirror she had conjured for him, he observed his new look critically. Now he sported a mop of tousled looks that fell around his face, right to his cheekbones, and wonderfully fid the scar. Thanking a proud Lavender they went off to Quidditch practise. Ginny had switched to Chaser at the beginning of the year anyway and the new seeker, a meek third year, was happy to get rid of the position after a horrible loss to Ravenclaw at the beginning of the year.
R&R
