Darkmoon and LIght

A/N. For those of you reading this for the first time, you have my many thanks for you time. For those of you reading once again, you may notice that I have rewritten many parts, and have added to the story. Which of course made me redo where the chapters ended. I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for your patience. Vbollman.
Disclaimer- don't own them, don't want them (except for Snape) Just like playing with them.
Thanks to Kei and Sandra for their Betaing job. Much luv to both of you.


Chapter Two

Severus Snape hated being transported the Elven way of Shimmering. He much preferred Shadow-Walking, it was better suited for his darker nature. “Grandmere, next time allow me to Shadow-Walk. Please.”

Evelyn Silverstar snorted in amusement at the pout she heard in her grandsons voice. “I would Childe, but you did not know just which Shadows would bring you safely here. This way was faster.” she said.

Keeping an Elven glamour around the two of them, she quickly walked up the sidewalk outside Number Four, Privet Drive, and knocked on the door. The door was opened by a thin, horse-faced woman, who gave both of them an complete once over before her eyes started to glimmer with a smug light. “Good day, how may I help you this wonderful afternoon?” she said in a high pitched whine, loud enough for any of her neighbors to hear.

“Mrs. Dursley, My name is Eve Star, and this is my nephew Darian. We are from a prestigious Boarding School in Scotland. I am pleased to say that we have received numerous reports from your son's school that indicate that he may well be able to receive a full sports scholarship from us. If we may come in to discuss this with you, we would be eternally grateful.” Evelyn told her calmly, willing the Muggle to believe her words.

The smug light in Petunia Dursley’s eyes lit up even more, as Eve's spell took hold of her mind. “But of course you may come in. Nothing is too good for my Dudley-kins,” she cooed brightly while stepping back to allow them entry.

Barely holding back a shiver of disgust, Severus followed his Grandmother into a spotless foyer. Immediately upon entering the house, he started to use his Elven power to locate the boy he knew lived there. A shiver of dread worked it's way down his spine when he was unable to find even a trace of him. Glancing up, he discreetly shook his head at his Grandmother to let her know that he could not locate the boy.

Nodding back in response, Evelyn turned her smile back to the woman in front of her. This time, instead of being friendly, the smile was feral, and the green eyes sparked with anger. Petunia took a few steps back and fumbled with the doorknob, trying to get out of the house. She now knew deep down that the two people in front of her were extremely dangerous, and that they would kill her if given a chance.

Evelyn watched the fear build in Petunia Dursley’s eyes with grim satisfaction. “I see you now understand that we are not who you thought we are. It's a true pity that Humans are so trusting, but in this case it worked out very well—For us. I can see that in your eyes you understand that we are not here about your son but about your nephew, Harry Potter. Where is he?”

"I don't know what or who you are talking about. I have no nephew. And I have never heard of this Harry Potter before now. For your information I have no blood relatives living, my sister died in a car crash years ago.” Petunia tried to say.

Evelyn dropped the glamour. “Of course you would say that, just like I'm sure you've tried to convince everyone around you of that fact, but we both know that you are lying. If a Muggle or any other Human were here instead of us, they would almost believe you, since you are most convincing. It's a bad thing for you that neither of us is entirely Human. There is certainly nothing in this house that we can see that proclaims the fact that your nephew has been living here for the past 15 years, all I see are pictures of an overgrown whale. Now I will only ask you once more, then I won't be able to hold myself or my grandson back any longer. I want to know where Harry Potter is, and I want to know now.”

Petunia took in the Elf standing in front of her. She knew what she was facing, as much as she would like to deny it. Her sister had tried to tell her about the wonderful world that was out there, and had even at one point tried to show her pictures, but Petunia wanted nothing to do with any of it. She also knew the man in front of her. They had met once, before Lily and James had been killed. Lily had told them that he was a spy and if they ever needed something to let this man know. She also now knew why the man that showed up at the door when they brought Harry back from his school seemed so familiar. The man that gave the name Darian Star was once again standing in front of her.

“Severus Snape,” she whispered in fear. When she received a smirk and a nod of the head in reply she finally acknowledged the fact that there was now nothing more that she could do. Turning on her heel, she proceeded to show them where her nephew was. Knowing without a doubt that her life and the lives of her family where now forfeit.

Evelyn and Severus followed the Muggle through the kitchen and down into the basement. They both watched in horror as Petunia picked up the corner of the rug and pulled it back to reveal a thin piece of wood covering a hole in the ground. When she motioned to the piece of wood, Severus shook his head in denial, before stepping forward, and carefully lifted the wood up and peeked inside the hole. Unable to see more then half a foot down the hole, he pulled forth a muted globe of light from out of nowhere, and he set it to float inside the opening to light up the whole area, while he shifted the wood against a wall.

When he turned back to the hole, he saw something the made his heart stop. Whispering softly under his breath he slowly levitated the boy out of the hole and into his waiting arms, and called a small shadow to him, in order to protect the boy's eyes. Casting a glare at the disgusting woman, he turned to his Grandmother, “I'll Shadow-Walk him back to the Manor. I don't trust myself to stay here any longer. If you ask me, there is no fit punishment around to deal with these Muggles, but I'm sure you will be able to find something suitable.” he said, his sentences short and clipped as he tried to hold in the fury he was feeling.

Snape pulled the small boy closer to his chest and turned his back on the Muggle filth as he searched the room for the darkest corner. When he found it, he closed his eyes and wrapped the teen in tendrils of his Elven power, knowing that if he didn't, he would lose Harry, who was entirely human, to the Shadow. When he was sure that all precautions had been made to keep the boy with him, he focused his attention on the one corner of his room in Malfoy Manor that was always kept in the Darkest Shadow, just for this purpose.

Moments later he stepped out of the Shadow and into his room. Shaking away the slight disorientation that always accompanied that form of travel he glanced down to make sure that Harry had suffered no ill effects from Shadow-Walking. He had expected the effects on himself to be stronger since he carried another human with him, but was surprised not to have them happen.

Striding quickly to the door that connected his room with the one next to his, he used his magic to open it, and carefully carried his burden to the bed and gently laid him down. Turning he spotted Poppy and Lucius both waiting for him.

“Poppy, make sure you bind his eyes. We found him in a hole in the basement with no light. Any type of light at the moment will do irreversible damage. Lucius, make sure you inform everyone to keep this room dark. We will have to get him use to the light again very slowly,” he explained to them both, doing his best to keep his anger in control, while closing the curtains before removing the shadow from Harry's eyes.

Poppy covered her mouth in horror. “Do you know what else was done to him?” she asked.

“No. I left right away. There was no way I could stay in that house any longer. I left Grandmere there, I'm sure she'll find out anything you would need to know.” His voice was still clipped.

Poppy nodded her head in understanding before ordering the two men out of the room. When they both protested, she tried to push them out, only to be stopped by a soft whisper, which brought her right back to Harry's side.

“Madam Pomfrey, please let them stay. Especially Professor Snape,” Harry choked out.

“Mr. Potter, I assume that you have a reason for your request?” she asked while pouring a healing potion down his throat.

As soon as Harry could once again speak after swallowing the potion, he answered, “Yes Ma'am, I can feel the magic in them. The room is not as dark with them here,” he explained, his eyes already starting to close from the sleeping drought mixed with the healing potion.

“Very well Harry, if you would like them to stay I will allow it,” she said softly before going to work on the frail body, casting a dozen different diagnostic spells to see just what damage had been done to him this time.

Knowing that there was not enough of the sleeping drought to make Harry sleep just yet, she told him, “I know that you can hear me, and I know that your throat is healed. You might as well start explaining just what happened to you in the two weeks you have been gone from school.”

Harry groaned at the question. “Do you know how evil you are asking questions while I'm half asleep? You always do that,” he murmured.

“Of course I do, Harry. It's the only way I get the truth out of you.” Poppy said with a smirk. “Now talk!”

Sighing Harry started to comply. But first he needed a question of his own answered. “Professor?”

Snape looked at the teen in amazement, he could not understand why Harry was still awake and aware, as anyone else would have been unconscious by now. In fact, right up until Harry spoke, he thought the boy was unaware of what was going on around him. “Yes Mr. Potter?”

“I hate to ask, but is it safe to speak freely, with Mr. Malfoy in the room?”

Knowing what the boy was asking he gave the blond aristocrat a penetrating look. In truth, he was not sure where exactly Lucius's loyalties lay, and he, like Harry did not want any information to go directly to the Dark Lord. He was saved from answering by Lucius himself.

“Mr. Potter, I know that I have not given you any reason to trust me, but I give you my Wizard’s Oath, that nothing you say or do while you are under my protection will not be spoken of, without your permission. To let you know that I will keep my promise, I will tell you that I have known that Severus has been a spy for the Light for many years, and the Dark Lord has not found out by anything I have done or said.”

“Thank you Mr. Malfoy. Please accept my heartfelt condolences on your wife’s death. I would not have forced that on anyone,” Harry said in a near whisper.

Turning back to Poppy, Harry ignored the look of shock he received from the blond. “It started when they picked me up from the train. Uncle Vernon was not happy to see that I didn't have Hedwig with me. I'm pretty sure that I would have felt his wrath the moment we arrived at my aunt and uncle’s if they did not have a visitor waiting for them. It seemed that Darian Star impressed them enough that they ignored me for the first few days.”

Harry stopped talking long enough to accept the next few potions that Poppy handed him. Hearing the snort of amusement coming from Snape he also had to grin slightly. “It wasn't until my third night back that things got bad. I had a Vision that night and was forced to watch what happens when Riddle's followers displease him. I just wish that Draco was not there at the time,” he said quietly.

To the others it looked like Harry was not going to continue. He had gone silent as a few tears ran down his check. Poppy was just reaching for the vial that held the Dreamless Sleep when Harry reopened his eyes. “My uncle came storming into my room, it seemed my screaming woke him up. He grabbed me, and dragged me down the stairs. My cousin followed dragging my trunk behind him. When they were unable to open my trunk, they forced me to do it. My aunt brought the trash bin with her, and they took turns ripping my books apart. When they couldn't find my wand or anything that resembled money, they beat me in an attempt to force me to tell them where everything was, needless to say it didn't work. When my trunk was finally empty, they dragged me down to the basement and dropped me in that hole. I felt my leg break. Thankfully I had learned enough healing over the years to be able to heal my leg and most of my other injuries. I was left there and no one came near me or that hole. The next thing I remember is the cover being taken of that hole and being lifted out and taken here.”

Sometime during Harry's breathless rambling Evelyn had returned and stood next to her Grandson. “Harry, where is your wand?”

“Safe. I sent Hedwig away with my wand, she came back that night to take away the rest of the things I wanted to save. Everything I couldn't replace is safe.” Harry murmured.

Evelyn frowned. That was not the answer she wanted, if she was to retrieve what she could, she needed to know where they were. Lowering her voice to a gentle purr that she knew got her the answers she wanted, especially from her Grandchildren, she tried again. “Harry, my Childe, who has your belongings?” she questioned ignoring the snort of amusement from her Grandson.

Harry eyes which had drifted closed, opened slightly. “Mamere, they are safe. I trust the person I sent them to. I'll get them back when I am well enough to have them,” he slurred. “Evil ya know. Asking questions when I'm not awake.”

Snape was surprised by the title Harry had given his Grandmother. But knew that his questions would be answered later. He stopped Poppy from giving the boy Dreamless Sleep, and instead withdrew an Elven potion from his robes. “Mr. Potter, I know that you use Dreamless Sleep a lot. I would like you to stop taking it and instead use this for now. It works the same way, but is non-addictive. It also has some special herbs added that will help correct the weeks of abuse done to your body and magic.”

“Thank you Professor.” Harry managed before the vial was placed against his lips and he swallowed the contents down. Seconds later he was in a deep healing sleep.

Poppy watched in concern as the potion took effect. “Severus I know some things about the potion you used on him, but not as much as I would like. Are you sure it will work?”

“If Shadow-Walking did not affect him, then elven potions or at least this one will not hurt him.”

“I'll trust you on this. Did I understand him correctly when he said that he healed himself and then was left alone for almost two weeks with no food or water?”

“Worse, Poppy, his magic sustained him. He's been badly depleted. The potion will help restore the balance in his body.” Evelyn told her.

“I hope so.”

“He'll need nutrient potions for the next few days while he sleeps, and at least two more doses of this one. I think I can make a growth potion to bring him close to where he is supposed to be. Is there anything else he may need?” Snape asked.

“No, I think that does it. In truth, the only things that I could find wrong where the severe dehydration and malnutrition. And like you said, we will need to watch the light levels around his eyes. There's no telling just how much light they will be able to take.”

“Good. I'll be down in the lab.” Severus swept out of the room and made his way down to the dungeons. So many of his misconceptions about the Boy Who Lived had been shattered over the past few weeks that he was no longer sure what to think any longer. The only thing he knew with absolute surety was that Harry Potter needed his help, and he would be dead first before he allowed anyone to hurt him again.

Lucius also was having a similar problem, he could not believe that the young man lying in the bed before him was the cocky child he had faced on a few occasions or the one who had fought and survived against the Dark Lord on a number of different occasions.

“Poppy is there anything I can do for him?” He asked softly.

Poppy gave him an understanding smile. “At the moment all he needs is the time to recover. Soon enough he will be back to the cocky teen we all now. But to be on the safe side, we are going to have to limit his movement and his magic. He'll not be allowed to do anything on his own for a few weeks at least.”

“I'll alert the House Elves to keep an eye on him when no one else is here, though I'm pretty sure that there is going to be one around him all the time.”

“Yes Dobby has attached himself to Harry. I still haven't been able to get the full story out of Harry on that one yet.” Poppy said.

Lucius gave Poppy a knowing look. He knew the story, and unless Harry told, there was no way he would tell anyone.

~~hp~~
It was five days before the adults allowed Harry to wake from his healing sleep. He had been fed potion after potion to correct everything that had been done to him. Unfortunately the growth potions had not really worked on him, instead of bringing him up to a normal height of around 6 feet, they had only added about 4 inches, bringing him up to about 5'4”. But to the minds of the adults it was enough.

When Harry finally did awaken, he found that he could open his eyes but found a white film in front of him, raising one hand to see what was covering his eyes he felt a length of bandage wrapped around his head. He found that he could see faintly through the cloth and realized that not only was he alone, but that the room was dark. A mild panic attack hit him until he sent his magic out and found a familiar presence in the next room sleeping. Pulling his magic back into himself, but one small tendril that allowed him to Feel the magic of the man in the next room, he allowed the knowledge of having someone nearby comfort him.

~~hp~~

Draco Malfoy stormed through the Manor. He had been told that the room off of his Godfather’s was off limits to him, but no one had told him why. Well that was going to change today. He was sick of being left out in the dark. He knew that everyone was asleep, and it was now time to figure out the puzzle of what was in that room.

Taking full use of the wards around the Manor that allowed Underage Magic, he pushed the door open hard enough for it to slam against the wall and embedded itself there, with a flick of his wrist he threw open the curtains and allowed the bright early morning sun to fall across the bed.

Whatever he had expected it was not the cry of fright or whimper of pain that came from the figure on the bed. Just like he didn't expect to know the person in the bed.

“Potter!” He exclaimed in shock.

Harry tried to stifle the whimper of pain that the bright sun caused when it came in contact with his eyes. But just like with the cry of fright, he was unsuccessful. He was grateful when the sun disappeared with a muttered word as Snape stormed into the room.

“Draco Malfoy, just what the hell do you think you are doing here. You have been told to stay out of this room by both myself, your Father and my Grandmother. Explain yourself now!” Snape demanded as he moved quickly over to the bed to check the damage Draco did to Harry's eyes. His bellow brought both Lucius and his Grandmother running.

Evelyn took one look at the stunned Draco, and with a glare moved to help her grandson. She found Harry whimpering in pain, and felt a sob of her own, try to break through. “Childe, it will be okay. Relax, and listen to my voice. I know it hurts, but we need to see how much damage was done,” she soothed, and was rewarded with Harry's attempt to do as he was told.

Lucius stood glaring at his son. “You were asked a question. What possessed you to go against a direct order?”

Draco stared in shock at the three adults in the room, before giving his head a shake and answering his Father, his normal sneer no where in sight. “I just wanted to know what was going on. I don't like secrets being kept from me in my own home,” he said softly, dropping his eyes to the carpet at his feet.

Snape was just about to give Draco the lecture of his young life when Harry came to Draco's defense. “He's right. You should have told him I was here. I did worse when The Headmaster kept things that I needed to survive away from me.”

Draco's head swiveled over to look at Harry. He couldn't believe that the Boy Wonder would defend him. It seemed that Harry's words had a similar effect on the adults--stunned surprise was evident on everyone's faces.

Lucius found his voice first. “That is an entirely different matter. Draco's survival was not at stake.”

“Are you sure Mr. Malfoy? What would have happened if Draco would have come in here while you had company? Or told someone that you where hiding things in this room? Company of the sort that would have told the Dark Lord of my whereabouts,” Harry countered.

Evelyn looked at Harry with surprise before turning her attention to the others. “He has a point,” was all she said.

“That still does not give him the right to barge in here like he did. He could have caused permanent damage to Harry's eyes!” Severus said.

“Professor, if he didn't know I was here, you can not blame him for not knowing that this room is supposed to stay dark,” Harry once more pointed out.

“Would you stop defending him!” Severus snapped.

“No. It's not his fault.”

“Idiot child.”

“Why Professor, I didn't know you cared.” Harry couldn't resist. A smile crossed his face when he heard the snort of amusement from somewhere in the room.

Draco had finally gotten over his shock at Harry's defense. “Would someone explain to me just what in Merlin's name is going on?”

Harry turned his head towards the blonds voice and smiled slightly. “That's easy. I'm hiding in plain sight. No one would expect to find me hiding at the home of my enemies.”

“Well that makes sense I suppose, in some weird manner. Now how about the light?”

Evelyn answered this time. “He was kept in a dark space for too long and now his eyes need to adjust once again.”

Draco winced when he realized just what he had done. He knew he should be mad that Potter was staying at Malfoy Manor, but couldn't find it in himself. Every time he tried, all he heard was Harry's response to having the door bang open, and the pain from the curtains being opened. Fighting back his pride he did the only thing that he could do. Walking over to the bed, he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, causing the smaller teen to flinch slightly, and said in a soft voice. “I'm sorry for my careless actions. I should have found another way to figure out what was going on.”

Harry grinned. “Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you acted more like a Gryffindor then a Slytherin.”

Draco looked up at his Godfather in confusion. Snape had to suppress the need to roll his eyes. “Brat-child here means that you have been forgiven.”

“Did you have to tell him that, sir? It would have been fun to find out how long it would have taken him to figure it out.”

“Idiot child. Is it at all possible for you to behave?”

“No.”

Draco looked at Harry and gave a small smile. “You should have been put in Slytherin, Potter.”

Harry laughed softly, “Remind me to tell you what the Hat said about putting me in Slytherin.”

This time it was Snape who was shocked. “You in Slytherin?”

“Later Professor. I'll tell you later. I want to be able to see the looks on your face when I tell you.”

“Indeed. Close your eyes so I can remove the bandage.”

Harry did as he was told, and moments later the cloth was removed from his eyes. Reaching up he lightly rubbed against the bridge of his nose, to take away the tickling sensation it left behind.

“When you are ready Harry, slowly open your eyes. The room is as dark as we can make it without calling the Shadows in.”

“Yes Sir.” Harry replied, slight confusion in his voice at the mention of shadows, 'How do you call shadows?' he thought, as he cautiously opened his eyes. It took him a few minutes to be able to open them more then a mere slit, but he worked on it until he could open them all the way. Harry pulled himself upright in the bed and looked around him in disbelief. “I can see.” he murmured.

“Well of course you can see Potter. That was the whole point in taking the bandage off.”

“No Malfoy, you don't understand. Without my glasses, I can't see anything but colorful blurs. I can see perfectly now without them.” Harry explained, before looking at the others in the room. “How is that possible?”

Snape shook his head, “I don't know.”

Evelyn tried not to look like she knew anything. “It could be a side effect of the potions you've been taking.”

Harry shook his head, “No, Madam Pomfrey tried those already. She said that nothing magical would work on my eyes.”

Lucius watched everything going on. He had noticed a few changes that had taken place in Harry over the past few days, and had his suspicions. “We will look into it Mr. Potter. Tell us, is it to bright in here for you?”

“No Sir. I actually find it too dark.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Sir, do you think you can open the curtains a bit for me.”

Lucius and Severus looked at each other in concern, Harry could clearly see that they didn't want to let in any more light then necessary. “How about you open the curtains slowly until I find the light to be too much. I promise not to let my Gryffindor tendencies out to play.”

Before either of the men could say no, Evelyn walked over to the curtains. “Ready Childe?”

“Yes Mamere.”

“No lying to us, the moment it gets to be to much, let me know.”

“Yes Ma'am.”

Inch by inch, Evelyn opened the curtains, until they where open all the way. “Well I think it's safe to say that you have no damage to your eyes.”

Draco couldn't help himself. “Really Aunt Eve. We would never have guessed. But I'm going to take the chance to say that Uncle Sev is about ready to kill you for doing that.”

“He's been trying to kill me for years Draco. And he hasn't managed it yet.”

Harry just laughed at the banter, before curling up on his side and staring out the window. “Professor? How long until I'm allowed out of bed?”

Severus looked at the wistful expression on Harry's face. “I'm not sure, you'll have to ask Poppy that. She'll be here later so you can ask her yourself. What would you like us to tell the Headmaster?”

Harry looked up in surprise. “What have you told him?”

“Nothing Harry. Nothing at all.” Eve answered.

Harry just nodded his head, “Is it possible for someone to tell him I'm safe without telling him where I am, or who I'm with?”

Eve sat on the edge of Harry's bed and stroked his hair. “I can do that. We've known each other since he was a child. I will tell him that you are with my Grandson, Darkmoon. He won't question it, but he will try to figure out who Darkmoon is. I won't tell him, and anyone else who knows will keep it themselves also.”

“That will work. Thank you Mamere.”

“You’re welcome Childe. I think it's time for you to get some more sleep. Did you want us to close the curtains?”

“No Ma'am. I've been to long in the dark.”

“Yes you have Childe, much to long. Drink your potion and get some sleep. When you awake Poppy should be here, and I will have news from Albus.”

Harry nodded his head and silently drank down the potion handed to him. Snuggling down under the light blanket he closed his eyes and let the potion take him back to deep sleep.

Eve took in the looks her Grandson was giving her, and stood up from her spot. “You have questions, I may have the answers to them. But not here. I will not risk waking him at the moment.” motioning to the door she swept out, with the others following behind her.