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
27) A Necessary Talk
Only a week had passed and things had went pretty much back to normal. Well, as normal as life could get if you pretended everything was alright. At least Hermione was back safely and more or less unscathed. Owl-post was still a funny business with her watching every owl like a falcon its prey.
Ron and her seemed pretty much engrossed with each other, so Harry had loads of time to review everything he had learned and fill some gaps his long absence from classes last term had left. Buried under a heap of books in the library he had successfully evaded both Ginny and Daphne. But like always his luck ran out some time along the way…
The pretty Slytherin had found him at a lonely desk in the defence section and confronted him there while nobody was looking.
"Look", she had hissed at him, "I like this just as little as you do, but it's too late to change it now. Listen – we can't speak here, so let's meet in ten minutes behind the statue of Boris the Bewildered. Okay!"
So he had agreed and now was on his way to the gates of doom.
"Hi," he said when he saw her sitting on the dais of the statue. She smiled wryly and he held out his hand to help her get up.
"I'm not that… you now what yet!" she scolded, but there was no bite in it.
"How are you, then?" he asked nervously. "I mean…"
"I'm alright. At least for now," she admitted. "Nice hair."
He shruggs.
"Lavender."
"I see. Lets go, the Quidditch stands should be empty right now."
She walked some distance ahead of him so nobody would guess they were together. Rephrasing his thought, Harry tried to find a better word for 'together', since they weren't romantically involved, yet – he meant – she wasn't his girlfriend, just the mother of his kid, right? Oh fuck - fuck, fuck, fuck! This wasn't coming out right!
"I…" he began when they had climbed the top of the stand.
She sighed and looked over the empty field. So they stood side by side and said nothing.
"I wanted to play, you know," she said eventually.
"Why didn't you?"
"It wasn't… becoming for a pureblood-girl. And I suppose with Slytherin's tactic I wouldn't have made it on the team anyway – I mean, I'm not strong enough to beat somebody off his broom and not quick enough to be seeker. So I guess it would have been futile anyway."
"That's a pity. What position did you want to play?"
"Chaser. My brother was a chaser, before Voldemort killed him."
Harry swallowed.
"Why did he kill him, I mean… if the question isn't to… painful?"
"He tried to get out."
She didn't have to explain out of what. He understood.
"So what will you do?" he tried gently. "Now that…well, Voldemort won't be too happy to see you with child," his voice faltered at little in the end. My child, he thought. A fuzzy feeling bubbled within him.
"That's what I wanted to speak to you about," she answered. "I've got three possibilities: one, I could leave the country, my family, everything I know, live overseas, I don't know. It certainly wouldn't be easy – living on my own with a baby, no connection at all, you know?"
He nodded uncertainly. He did not like that possibility.
"I don't think I could do that," she stated.
Relief.
"Go on."
"Two – I beg Blaise on my knees to pretend it's his, but he'd at least want to know who's child it is and he hates you for what Draco did-"
"Excuse me? What do I have to do with Malfoy?" Harry snapped incredulously.
"Haven't you heard?" she asked, baffled. At his blank expression, she sighed, "Draco topped himself. From what Blaise told us he slit his wrists when his mother was gone. Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape found him later… it was too late to save him," she sniffed her nose and he comfortingly put an arm around her. She leaned into him and sighed again.
"Poor Professor. He liked Malfoy, didn't he?"
"Draco was his godson. They were like father and son in private," she explained.
"Oh, I didn't know."
"Rumours say the professor is Mr. Malfoy's lover. It must be so hard for him to be here right now. My mother told me Mr. Malfoy went insane after Draco's suicide. She also heard that bitch Narcissa is abusing the situation and that she never cared. Wouldn't be surprised."
"She always seemed to be so cold," he remembered.
"That's why they call her the Ice Queen… poor Draco," she sniffed again. "He deserved better!"
"Suppose so," Harry said. He really had not liked Malfoy much, but this! "So what's your third option?" he asked to distract her.
"You."
"Me…How exactly?" he did not feel very comfortable under her scrutinizing gaze.
"You take our child."
"Me!"
"I can't raise it, don't you see? The Dark Lord will kill it!"
"Voldemort would kill you, too. Do you really think you could keep this from him? He's a ruddy Legilimens, for fuck's sake!" Harry argued. "I mean," he tried to be calm, "that you can't go back to him. So why not stay here, with me? I'll care your you – both, I mean. Okay?"
She did not seem convinced.
"See – my parents left me some money, and while fighting him I won't have time to raise a child, okay? So I'd have to give it to somebody I trust. But that person would be in danger then, too, so it'd be the safest solution for all of us to stay together – here at Hogwarts. Dumbledore and the Order would protect you, too, and the Ministry – arg – come on!"
She stared at him.
"I know it's not an easy decision," he breathed deeply. "But Pomfrey already knows, right?"
"Not that you're the father," she supplied.
"Fine, but there will be questions, right?"
She nodded uncomfortably.
"And you'll need help, right?"
"Yes, " she sighed and rubbed her brow.
"So stay, okay? It's my child, too, and… I want it to be with me, at least sometimes. I mean," he suppressed his fear, "I don't know if I'll survive this war, but I want to be there for it as long as I can, okay?"
She seemed touched.
"And It's my place to care for you. We got in this mess together and we'll get out of it somehow – together," he smiled hopefully.
She actually seemed to contemplate what he just said…
"Fine, Mr. Potter," she eventually smiled, "we have an agreement."
"So what will you do know?" my cute little hero-boy asks and I smile.
"Do everything as normal, for some time at least. Contact you when it gets too hard to hide and then talk to Dumbledore?" I suggest and he nods.
"Sounds good. So we're alright for now?" he seems so concerned.
"Okay."
"Good."
"See you then."
"Yeah… one question, though-"
"Yes?"
"Why do the Slytherin girls try to prank me the whole time?"
I laugh.
"They're unhappy they can't fuck you anymore, smartass!"
He gapes. I snicker.
"They try to please their lord by hating you openly. They don't mean it. I'll talk to them okay?"
"Thanks," he shakes his head.
I smile and disappear. Gods, I'm so giddy!
Staring out of the window, two pairs of eyes watched the two youth returning to the castle. The blue eyes looked thoughtful, sparkling with hidden amusement and relief, the others with barely restrained hatred.
AN/ Now, this is the end of part 2. My beta has already done everything, but I still need to look it over again. Since I'm busy with finals, I can't say when the next batch Is ready, but it won't be long. Now you also know who DG is :-)
For those who'd have preferred someone else, wait and see XXehem,ehemXX
R&R guys, lCiel
