To See A Falling Star

Cry For Me

By Lady FoxFire

March 14, 2003

"It's a small world.... ARGH! DAMN THAT MAN TO... TO... TO ETERNITY WITH A CLASSROOM FULL OF NEVILLES!" Harry's frustrated curse echoed down the dark deserted hallways of the dungeon.

A sneeze in agreement came from the huge black hound acting as the boy's guide dog.

" Snuffles, we need to think up a form of revenge. Yes, that man will pay for what he's done to us!" Harry hissed evilly. "He will pay dearly for that... that cursed song!"

Without warning, Snuffles suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, all through of revenge vanished as Harry reached down and felt the hackles rise on the hound's back. "What is it? What's wrong?" Harry asked anxiously, standing still to listen for what caused Snuffles to stop, only to hear absolutely nothing.

A low menacing growl rumbled from deep within Snuffle's throat. The dog bared his large, sharp white fangs as his body tensed, ready for a fight. His eyes remained locked on something or someone in the deep shadows of the dungeon.

Without warning, loops of metallic wire connected to a long metal pole, which appeared and encircled Snuffles's neck, tightening around his throat. "SNUFFLES!" Harry called out in a blind panic as he felt his godfather being torn away from his hands.

Silence was his only replied as Harry knelt down and groped for his godfather. "Snuffles?" Harry called out softly, his fear evidence in his voice.

"I won't worry about that stupid mutt if I was you, Potter," a voice hissed menacingly from behind Harry.

"Draco," Harry growled as he straightened from his crouched position and slowly turned towards the voice. "What have you done with my dog?"

"The mangy mutt? Crabbe and Goyle are entertaining it," Draco explained in a cocky tone dripping with sarcasm as he silently circled Harry like a shark with its kill.

"If they hurt Snuffles in anyway, I'll make sure you'll pay for it, Malfoy," Harry snarled in response as he tried to follow Draco's voice.

Draco laughed cruelly at Potter's threat. "You are pitiful, Potter," Draco jeered mockingly as he suddenly appeared in front of Harry.

Harry's hand shot out to where the voice came from. Only to have his fingers brushed against the fabric of Malfoy's robe as the boy disappeared, blending into that void of silence which continued to engulf Harry once again.

"Tell me, Potter, what can a blind wizard do against me?" Draco's taunted from behind and to the left of Harry. "Or what about You-Know-Who, Harry?" he asked from in front of Harry. "How will you defeat the most powerful wizard even when you can't even see him?"

"I'll find a way," Harry replied with defiance, his teeth bared in a snarl as he listens for any sound from his godfather or from one of the Slytherin boys.

"I won't be so sure of that, Potter," Draco whispered venomously in Harry's ear before stepping out of the boys' reach.

Harry stood in silence as he tried in vain to locate Draco, who was circling his helpless victim.

"You are so beautiful," Malfoy whispered breathlessly as his eyes wondered up and down the body of his rival.

"Sod off, Malfoy," Harry snapped angrily as he took a few steps away from the voice. "I'm tired of your sick games."

"Games! Games!" Draco snapped as he grabbed Harry and spun him into the wall, forcing Harry's chest against the cold damp stones of the dungeon. "Do you think this is a game?" Draco snarled as he pressed his body against Harry's, pinning the smaller boy to the wall.

Harry immediately tried to get away, his hands pressing against the wall to lever himself away. With ease Malfoy grabbed Harry's hands; trapped them with one of his own and held them above his head. "Don't you get it, Harry?" Draco snarled fiercely as he used his free hand to grasp Potter by the hair and pull his head back exposing his neck. "You're even less than a Muggle. YOU ARE NOTHING."

"Tell me, Potter, do you believe all those pretty little lies that Dumbledork is whispering in your ears? How they'll teach you to use your magic without seeing? How they figure out a way to defeat the Dark Lord?" Malfoy whispered into Harry's ear. "They're all lies, Harry. All lies. The only use for a blind wizard is as a whore." Draco ran his lips up Harry's neck as Potter struggled against him. "You'll make a pretty whore, Harry. Eagerly wanting to please your master."

"I'm no one's whore," Harry snarled angrily as he tried to kick Malfoy in the shin. "Dumbledore isn't lying to me. I'll learn to use my magic without my sight. I will defeat Voldemort."

Malfoy ignored Harry's words as he applied more of his weight against the smaller boy. "Tell me, Potter. Do you expect death when the Dark Lord finally get his hands on you? A quick death or a slow lingering death?" Draco purred into Harry's ear. "I know the truth. I know he has bigger plans for you. First, the Dark Lord will bind your magic to him and then he'll use it against your friends. He's going to use you to win this bothersome little war." Draco purred into Harry's ear.

"No," Harry snarl as he renewed his fight against his captor.

"Oh yes, Harry. You're going to help Voldemort become ruler of the world. You're going to help him destroy those filthy Mudbloods and the stinking Muggles. Then everyone will bow to the Dark Lord and his followers. And when he's done with them, he'll turn his attention to you."

"I can image you'll cry and scream when he takes you the first time. You'll beg him to stop. So beautiful. You'll look so beautiful with tears in your eyes." Draco groaned as ground his hips into Harry's backside. "But soon he'll teach you to want him. You'll learn to beg for him to bend you over and to be fucked by him. You'll beg him to allow you to take him into you mouth, to suck him until he comes." Draco whispered as his tongue licked the edges of Harry's ear. "And when he's tired of you, maybe he'll give you to his faithful Death Eaters."

Harry shook his head. "No," he whispered.

"Maybe he'll give you to me," Draco whispers as he let go of Harry's hair and allowed his hand to wonder down his captive's body. "I'll teach you about the pleasure of pain. I'll teach you to lick your blood from my whips. I'll chain you down on silk sheets and fuck you raw until you bleed. You'll come to love sucking me off until I come in your mouth."

"And I'll bite it off before I let you touch me." Harry snarled as he tried to slam the back of his head into Draco's nose only to miss as the boy moved aside at the last minute. "I'll kill myself before I let any of you maggots touch me."

"I'll be sure to warn your Master about that," Draco said smugly. "I won't want the Dark Lord to lose his new toy."

Harry pushed away from the wall, swinging his fist. It didn't connect with anything, and the momentum pushed him off balance before he could correct himself. He landed hard on his hands and knees against the cold unyielding stone floor.

Draco stood over Harry then moved quickly away. "It won't be long until you're always in that position, Potter," Draco remarks snidely as he memorized the position of the cowering boy. "Crabbe! Goyle!" With the swish of his robe, Draco gradually slipped from the room, his footsteps echoing loudly on the stone floor, with Crabbe and Goyle following at his heals.

After they left, Harry mustered all of his remaining energy and crawled to where Snuffles lay whimpering, to examine the damage. "Snuffles," Harry whispered softly as he carefully touched the dog, feeling his blood soaked fur. "I'm so sorry, Snuffles. It's all my fault."

Tears began to run down Harry's face as he tried in vain to comfort his godfather. "I'm so sorry."

~*~

The flickering torches that shone with an eerie emerald flame threw hideous shadows across the ancient stone room from their brackets in the castle walls. The dancing shadows turned the masked Death Eaters into the monsters from a child's nightmare.

They circled to watch the gaunt figure of a lone Death Eater kneeling on one knee in front of his Master. Voldemort sat in silence, studying the Death Eater at his feet. With the fluid grace of a serpent the Dark Lord rose from his throne and began to circle the Death Eater.

"Severus," Voldemort drew out his spy's name in a long hiss. "I am not happy with you, my child. I hear of Potter's blindness from other sources. I hear of you singing a Muggle song to comfort my enemy. I have began to doubt your loyalty towards me"

"I am as loyal to you my Master as the day you granted me the privilege to bare you mark," Snape said silkily, as his head remained bowed in submission. "All I do is for you, my Lord."

"You sang a Muggle children's song for me?" The loathing was more than evidence in Voldemort's voice as his lip-less mouth curl back in disgust. "Explain."

"I hope to win Potter's confidence and trust, Master. Once I have done so, I will be able to bring the boy to you at your command," Snape explain as he dared to raise his eyes to look at his Lord. "But my plans may have been ruined thanks to Malfoy's demon spawn."

Voldemort's eyes flicker over to where Lucius stood with the other Death Eater. "And how could young Draco ruin your plans, my spy?"

"Last night after a private potion lesson, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle attacked Potter and the guide dog that Dumbledore has supplied the child. Potter finally confided in Dumbledore that Malfoy told Potter what to expect in the near future."

Voldemort glanced over at the parents of the children, whose robes suddenly wafted as they stepped back, shuffled their feet. Silently Malfoy pulled out the portkey he had hidden in his robes for this type of situation while Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other in confusion. "And what did the young dragon tell Potter?"

Snape licked his lips nervously. "Potter was told that you would capture him and turn him into your... into your personal whore, sire."

Voldemort's snake like nostrils flared at his spy's words. "And what else did he say?" The Dark Lord asked as he sat back onto his throne, his eyes narrowing as he waited his servants.

"From what Dumbledore was able to get out of the boy, young Malfoy had promised that you, my Lord, would bind the child's magic to yourself and use it to take over the world of Magic and Muggle. After that, you would take Potter into your consort and eventually grant your loyal followers the right to use the boy when you grow tired of him."

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named sat in contemplative silence as the turned the words from his questionable Potion Master over in his mind.

"Master, I thought you wanted to kill this young snake-ling?" Nagini hissed to as she slithered her way around her master's feet, her head resting on his knee.

"I do," Voldemort hissed in returned as he reached out and stoked his familiar's head. "But young Malfoy's idea has merit. Except for one thing."

The snake' tongue flicker out, tasting the feeling of her master. "And what is that Master?"

"I do not share." Voldemort turned his attention back to his followers. "Young Malfoy is very wise to foresee so much of my plans and very foolish to tell our enemies of it. His words make me wonder were his loyalty lies..."

"My son is loyal to you, my Lord," the Elder Malfoy said as he suddenly stepped from the ranks of Death Eater. "He is young and foolish at times, but only wishes to serve you."

"Voluptas," Malfoy's eyes rolled up into his head as he crashed heavily to his knees. His mouth opened but instead of a scream of pain a moan of pleasure escaped his lips.

"Pain is something one may learn mastery over or ignore, but pleasure... Pleasure is a beast of itself," The Dark Lord said as he watched Lucius claw at his own flesh, moaning in pleasure and in pain. "One can not ignore pleasure nor will it away. It will crawl into your soul until it twists and warps it until pleasure itself become pain. A pain you cannot live without." With a quick flick of his wrist, Voldemort ended Malfoy's punishment.

"Master," Malfoy begged as he crawled towards the Dark Lord on his belly.

"Do not interrupt me again, Lucius," Voldemort snarled angrily at the sniveling man. "Next time I will not be as forgiving. Now get back to you place."

Snape watched his fellow Death Eater crawl back to his place among the other, who shied away from him as if diseased. "Severus," Snape's head snapped back to his master as Voldemort continued to speak. "I want you to do whatever is necessary for you to bring me the boy, unharmed and unspoiled. Do what you must, but do not betray your position within Dumbledore's circle."

The Potion Master licked his lips. "It will be as you command, my Lord but it will take time. I must move slowly so I will not to arouse suspension. Dumbledore will be wary of betrayal from within the school, now."

Voldemort waved his hand to dismiss this concern. "Do what you will, my spy, just bring me Potter." He waved to dismiss Snape.

"As you command it, my Lord," Snape said, as he bowed, backing away from his Master.

"Oh, Severus." Voldemort's words stopped the man's retreat. "I expect you to deal with those children."

~*~

The fifth year Gryffindor boy's dormitory hadn't changed much over the past one hundred years. The number of boys may vary from year to year. The posters on the wall differed with each generation. Yet it was still heated with the same old cast iron pot bell stove that had been installed over a hundred and fifty years ago. The school still used the same heavy red fabric to make curtains for the four-poster beds.

The curtains of one such bed were closed tight around one of the beds. "Harry?" Remus called out quietly from the door. "May I come in?" He waited for an answer but silence was his only reply. With a sigh, Lupin stepped into the room and pulled the door shut behind him.

"Harry?" He prompted softly, walking over to Harry's bed.

"Go away professor," Harry called out in a dejected voice from behind the heavy curtains.

"You know I can't do that." Remus answered yanking back the curtains. Harry lay on the bed, his back toward Remus "You didn't come down for dinner." He sat on the bed.

"Wasn't hungry. How's Sirius?" Harry asked changing the subject, his back still facing Remus.

Remus ran his hand through his greying hair in frustration. "He's going to be fine, Harry. Poppy is going to release him later tonight." Harry slowly nodded his head. Remus sat patiently waiting for Harry to talk.

"It's my fault," Harry said finally

"What is?" the confusion Remus felt was evidence in his voice.

"Sirius." Harry sat up in his bed. "It's my fault he was hurt," He explained miserably, hugging his knees towards his chest

"Harry, it wasn't your fault," Remus said stressing each word.

"Yes it is," Harry snapped, hitting the mattress with his fist. "I shouldn't have just stood there. I should had just done something."

"And what could you have done? You haven't even started to be retrained yet. Think about it, Harry. What would have happened if you had?" Remus said. "You could have hurt someone. Maybe even killed someone. You did the only thing you could have. You kept your head."

"That didn't help Sirius any."

Remus scooted back on the bed until he was sitting next to the boy. "No, but that's our fault." He explained as he wrapped an arm around the troubled youth. "We knew Sirius would be able to protect you from danger from outside of the school but we never thought of danger from within; we never thought of the students."

Harry's shoulders sagged. "So what happens now?"

Remus sighed as he squeezed the boy's should as he tried to reassure him. "To begin with, Dumbledore is setting up wards around you and Sirius. This way, the teachers will know exactly where you are and if you're in any danger."

Harry was quiet for a moment, and then prompted in an innocent voice, "So in other words they'll know every time I hit the loo."

Remus sat in stun silence for a moment. "That's an image I could have done without," he replied, his face scrunched up at the thought

"I bet Snape is loving the idea. He'll know where I am and what I'm doing at any time of night or day." Harry muttered more to himself than to his professor. "He would love to use the wards to assign me detention or to take points from Gryffindor."

"I won't doubt that." Remus said thoughtful. "But I'm willing to say that Dumbledore has it set up to only go off when you are in danger. I doubt any of the other professors would like to know where you are every second of the day."

Harry sighed deeply as he leaned his head against Remus. "What about Draco and his cronies?" Remus was silent. "Nothing's going to happen to them, is it?" Harry finally asked.

Remus shook his head. "No. A number of Slytherin are claiming that Malfoy was in their common room the time of the attack."

"And Crabbe and Goyle?" Harry said with a small trace of hope in this voice.

"We can't prove that they were there. You never heard them." Remus admitted. "We know they were there, Harry but they only way to prove it would endanger Sirius."

Harry sighed. "I know. I just wish..."

"I know, Harry. I know." Remus answered as he pulled the young boy close to him, trying to comfort the youth.

~*~

"

Dumbledore continued to look through the book he had found. "It is customary for one to knock, Minister."

Cornelius Fudge shrugged at the Headmaster's comment. "I did but you weren't in, so I let myself in."

The Headmaster's eyes narrowed at Fudge's comment, "Then you should have joined us for dinner," he replied as he tried to keep the anger from his voice.

Cornelius shrugged in disinterest as he stood up from the chair. "What are you working on, Headmaster?" The Minister asked as he tried to read the book upside down

"An ancient prophecy," Dumbledore stated as he slammed the book shut. "Now Cornelius, what brings you to Hogwarts at such a late hour?"

"News of Potter's unfortunate accident, of course." Fudge said with a callous shrug.

"Accident?" Dumbledore inquired as he looked at Fudge with a curiously look.

"Why, his lost of sight." Fudge commented as he read over papers that the Headmaster had on his desk. "What a tragic accident for the poor child. He had such potential."

"What happened to Harry was no accident!" Dumbledore roared in outrage at the way Fudge dismissed casually what had happen to the boy. "Vernon Dursley deliberately blinded the child and then withheld medical attention from him."

Fudge sputtered in shock. "I hardly believe that! Mr. Dursley is a well-respected businessman. I truly doubt he's capably of such a horrific act."

"His own wife confirmed Harry's statement." Dumbledore stated as he glared at the Minister

Fudge walked to one end of the room and back again, deep in thought. "Was she there when Mr. Dursley allegedly damaged Potter's sight?" he asked curiously, his head bowed in thought.

The Headmaster's brow furrowed at Fudge's question. "No, but she--"

The Minister's head jerk up at Dumbledore's words. "Ah. So we have the word of a child with obvious mental problems and probably drug user, along with the word of a distressed older woman, who is undoubtedly being replaced by a younger woman. Both of them against the word of a well respected member of the Muggle community with no history abuse," Fudge stated with confidence of a born politician as he shook his finger at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore could only stared at the Minister of Magic in shock.

"Anyway, how Mr. Potter lost his sight isn't important. Right now I need to escort they young boy back to his guardians, after all Hogwarts is to place for a child such as he." Fudge stated tersely straightening his vest with self-importance.

"Hogwarts is a place for children, Cornelius. All children!" Dumbledore cried in outrage

"Yes. Yes. Of course, but the Potter child... he doesn't really belong here. Not now," Fudge didn't notice Dumbledore's look of hate and disgust directed at him as he continues. "That's why I'll be taking him back to his aunt's and uncle's home. I really need to explain about to them Le sang de Magie."

Dumbledore blinked in surprise at Fudge's statement. "Actually, Cornelius, Harry will not be leaving Hogwarts until he chooses to." Dumbledore countered, pulling a parchment out of his desk and handing it to the Minister.

"What is this?" Fudge asked in confusion as the accepted the paper from the Headmaster. His jaw drops as he read the document. "This... this... This document is invalid. It needs both Mrs. and Mr. Dursley's signature." He growled as he flung the paper to the desk.

A smug look appeared on Dumbledore's face. "But that's is were you're wrong, Minister. Petunia Dursley was listed as Harry's guardian, Mr. Dursley never was," he explained as he picked up the document and handed it back to Fudge. "And with this document I am now Potter's legal guardian."

Fudge began to shake with anger as his face turned bright red. "That boy should not remain at Hogwarts. He is placing the other students in danger."

"The boy is of no danger to his fellow students nor to himself." Dumbledore countered calmly. "It is our hope that with training, he will be able to use his magic once again."

"Fine," Fudge spattered with malice. "Potter can stay until his new... family has been decided."

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, the muscles in his neck tighten. "As Potter's guardian, I do not agree with Le sang de Magie," Dumbledore stated through his clutched teeth.

"And as Minister of Magic, I will do what is necessary to protect the wizard community." The Minister of Magic growled as he tried to intimate the Headmaster. "Potter's name and information will be listed in The Daily Prophet tomorrow. I expect that a number of pure blood families would be willing to part with a tidy sum from that boy."

"I will not have my ward auctioned off like cattle, Cornelius!" the Headmaster growled as he leaned forward on his desk.

"You have no choice in the matter, Albus. Good day!" Fudge turned his back on the Headmaster and stormed out of the office.

As the last of the echo from Fudge slamming the door faded, Dumbledore collapsed into his chair. "Blast that idiotic man! How did he ever become Minister?"

The Headmaster sat in silence, deep in thought before a grin slowly crept onto his wrinkled features. Quickly Albus made his way to his fire and threw in a pinch of blue powder. "Arthur Weasley...."

~*~

Le sang de Magie - (French) blood of magic

Voluptas - (Latin) pleasure