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Slytherin Change	By : Letalis Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Slytherin Change
- 2-Chapter Two
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Disclaimer: I own only the obvious, the rest belongs to JK Rowling.
Authors Note: Don't ask. Just— don't ask. The Blot Bunny attacked me one night, and I haven't been able to write anything else since. Thanks to my wonderful beta's Tabitha and Lexi-formerly Katy999.
WARNING: Beware of weirdness and OOC-ness. Perhaps even some fluffiness.
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Harry grinned at Hermione and Ron. They were on the way home from school, talking about everything between heaven and hell. The three of them had been friends since pre-school and lived remotely close to each other.

Ron Weasley was from a large family with five older brothers and a younger sister. He had red hair and blue eyes, and always had a smile on his face. He was also short on his temper, and had a wicked left hook when provoked.

Hermione Granger was the bookworm in the gang. She had brown frizzy hair and kind brown eyes, and was also Ron's girlfriend. She had a sharp and logical mind and knew practically everything.

Then there was Harry. He was about Hermione's height — Ron being the tallest — and had wild black hair, unnaturally green sparkling eyes and golden skin. He also had a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead courtesy of Tom Riddle, the local bully.

Suddenly two strong arms slipped around Harry's waist and drew him against a firm chest. At the same time a male voice spoke into his ear: "Hi there, love."

Harry turned and smiled at the man. "Hi, Sirius." The Vampire grinned mischievously and started to tickle him. Harry squealed and shrieked, begged for mercy and looked pleadingly over at Hermione and Ron for help. His two friends were chuckling themselves and weren't going to help him any time soon.

In the end Sirius stopped tickling him and Harry had time to look over his future mate. Sirius Black was an inch taller than Harry himself was. Black hair framed the usual pale complexion that all Vampires had, and the blue eyes twinkled with laughter. He was a five-hundred-year-old Vampire; one of the oldest Harry had ever met.

Sirius wasn't actually his legal mate; he hadn't Claimed Harry yet, saying he waited for the young man to be ready. But everyone knew that the two of them were going to end up together, ever since Harry had bumped into Sirius in the local bookshop three years ago.

In these times there wasn't much secrecy left. Vampires, Elves, Dwarves, Wizards, Witches and other fairy folk before thought to be non-existent, were living side by side with non-magical humans.

Ever since the Dark Lord Grindelwald had tried to take over the world some hundred years ago, and had caused the parting of the continents (America had parted in two, Asia had somehow parted from the rest of Europe and Africa had also parted) and had caused the previously calm Magical Core (where all m cam came from) to go ballistic, fairy folk and humans had lived together trying to rebuild their world.

The Magical Core was dangerous like it was now, and Wizards and other magic-wielding creatures were trying to tame it. The wild magic had caused dangerous animals to morph with other creatures, making them twice as dangerous as before. Now it was extremely dangerous to travel between the few towns that had survived the Parting of Continents, as the creatures roamed around waiting for someone to cross their path.

Actually, Godric's Hollow — Harry's little town — was expecting a group of Wizards and Vampires to arrive any day to help them deal with the creatures in the area. In the last couple of months, there had been more attacks than in the last ten years put together. Everyone agreed that they couldn't deal with this alone so Dumbledore — their unofficial leader — had sent word for help.

Sirius nuzzled Harry's neck, which brought him out of his thoughts. Harry chuckled and backed out of the Vampire's embrace. "Sirius, you know I cannot stay. Mum wants me to help at the hospital." His mother ran a hospital — nothing big mind you, more like an infirmary — while his father was working with communication with other towns. Harry often helped his mother, and she always told him that he would take the hospital over after her.

"I know, but that can't stop me from trying now can it?" the Vampire grinned again showing off the slightly longer-than-normal canine teeth.

"If you two are finished, could we get on with it?" Ron asked though he was smiling.

Sirius sighed and hugged Harry one last time. "As much as I hate to think about it, I have to get to Dumbledore's office; he has a job for me." The man shuddered at the thought.

Harry smiled. "Well then, you don't want to be late, so off with you."� He gently pushed the immortal towards the right building. In many aspects Sirius was just a big baby, and most people wondered if he would ever grow up. "Shoo!"

"All right, all right, I'm going! Spoilsport."

The trio couldn't help but laugh at the Vampire as he carefully approached Dumbledore's office. Well aware that the three mortals were still watching him, Sirius put up a show of closing in on the building, acting as if it would attack him any second. In the end he pretended to gather his courage and entered.

"Harry, I have no idea how you can stand him." Hermione said though she was smiling, and started to walk again.

"I wonder about that sometimes too," Harry replied and chuckled.

It didn't take them long time to reach Potter's Hospital where they parted. Ron went to his brothers' joke-shop to help out and Hermione went home, while Harry entered the building. A smiling red-haired woman with green eyes to match his own greeted him at once.

"Harry!" Lily Potter hugged her son. "Finally you're here. What took you so long?"

"Met Sirius on the way," Harry put his book-bag on its usual place then went to wash his hands. "So, what's so big that you need my help in here?"�

"As you know, Albus has sent for the Slytherins, and they are supposed to arrive today." Harry nodded. "Slytherins' was a term generally used to describe mercenaries, assassins, soldiers, and generally anyone who fought to get the Magical Core into control again. "Well, I want everything to be ready as they will no doubt start hunting these creatures tomorrow. I will need your help then as well, and since it's the Thanksgiving holidays you won't have to miss any classes."

"Oh, okay." Harry began to fold and organise the towels, bandages and the clean bed-sheets. The other nurse, a witch named Poppy Pomfrey, greeted him cheerfully. She had always liked him and had looked after him at times when he had been younger. She had also been the one to introduce him to the Art of Healing and had trained him in it as it turned out that Harry had a natural gift for it.

"How was your day, Harry?" she asked.

"Very nice, Madame Pomfrey," Harry replied and took one of the boxes with medical potions from her. "And yours?"

"Harry, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Poppy? Besides myself and your mother, you are the best Healer this town has seen in years." She chuckled at his flush. "My day, on the other hand, has been busy with all this preparing for these Slytherins."

"Yeah, I can understand that." He set the box on top of the shelf. "Now, what else might I help you with?"

* * * * * * *

The Slytherins arrived in the early afternoon. There were twenty of them, all using the newest mark within broomsticks (Firebolt101) as transport. They put up camp on the rarely used Quidditch pitch, and everyone seemed to know what to do. One enlarged their luggage, another five put up their tents; two collected the broomsticks and charmed them with Thief Charms, while the rest went into town to get an idea of where everything was located.

Harry looked up from the bed he was making, as the door to the hospital opened and the little bell chimed. Four people entered, but before he could get a good look at them, Madame Pomfrey blocked his path putting various potions on the bedside table, and when she moved again his mother had led the four strangers into her office and the door was shut.

"Go home dear," Pomfrey said to him. "You look tired.”

"I am, Dursley and Riddle chased me all over school today." Harry yawned. "You sure I'm not needed?"

"Yes, now shoo. One day you're going to exhaust yourself, either that or you're going to meet your true lifemate and won't have as much time to spend here as you already do."

"What do you mean, my "true lifemate'? Sirius already has that position." Harry said as he picked up his book-bag.

"Just a hunch, dear, now off you go." She made shooing gestures with her hand and he left. Madame Pomfrey was scary when she was like that. He shook his head and headed towards Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the shop Fred and George Weasley owned and where Ron worked now and then.

"Harry!" Hermione's voice called out to him and he turned. The girl herself was running towards him and was clutching a huge book tightly to her chest.

"Library again, Herm?" he asked eyeing the book.

"Shush you!" she playfully smacked his shoulder. "Harry, did you see the Slytherins' arrival? Did you? It's all over town!"

"No, I was helping in the backroom again," he replied. "How was it though?"

"Amazing!" the girl, exclaimed. "They all used broomsticks! Can you believe that?! It must've cost a fortune! And when they suddenly flew over the town you'd think that they were twenty bats hit with the Enlarging Charm! It was scary, but interesting to watch." Hermione took a deep breath. "How's your mum?"

"Busy, those Slytherins walked into the Infirmary to talk to her, probably asking what kind of services she could offer them at what price. Dad will go bananas, I tell you."

"Why though? This'll bring in some extra money to the hospital and maybe he'll be able to replace the old Muggle telephone in his office with a better one."

"He isn't fond of the thought of me and mum treating completely magical strangers. I think he'll temporarily move his office into the Infirmary to keep an eye at things." Harry sighed. He wasn't sure what he thought of the Slytherins' arrival. On one hand, they brought them news of the outside world, on the other they disturbed the peace in Godric's Hollow, and someone was bound to get hurt with a group of Slytherins around. "Hey, there's Ron." He pointed down the street to the tall redhead.

"RON!" Hermione jumped up and down waiving her arms like a windmill. Harry had to jump out of the way so that she didn't hit him.

Ron turned and made his way over to them. "Hey, I suspect you already know about the Slytherins' arrival?" they nodded. "Well, I'll tell you now to keep out of Wood's way. He's completely pissed off that they used the pitch as a campsite." Oliver Wood was the current Quidditch fanatic in town, and trained with a couple of others once a week. The brooms they had were old and had developed minds of their own " as Harry had learned the tough way when one broom threw him off. That had been his first and last time on one of those blasted good-for-nothing sticks.

"Yeah, I can just imagine him." Hermione put on a fake voice. "But they can't take the pitch! We have to practice! It's sacred!" the two boys chuckled. Yep, that sounded just like Wood.

"You'd think he was playing one of the National Quidditch Teams as much and as hard as he practices." Harry commented as they started walking towards the only café in town: Longbottoms' Laborious Lagoon, but everyone called it Longie's for short. "So, which one of you is buying this time?"

"Isn't it your turn?"

"No, I took the bill last week."

"I guess it's my turn then," Ron said. "The thing is, the twins didn't give me my pay yet, and all my money's at home so—" he looked at his girlfriend with the puppy-eye look.

"Oh, all right, I'll do it, but you'll owe me." Hermione glared at Ron, or tried to. Harry counted the seconds until they would kiss and make up. And there it happened. It was like this every time it was Ron's turn to pay at Longie's; he always managed to forget his money and one of the other two had to take the bill.

"Thanks Herm, you're the best." Ron hugged her. Harry and Hermione just rolled their eyes and the trio continued towards the café.

Longie's was a café that looked like one of those from New York or Chicago in the 1920. It even had a local band that played jazz all day long, and the interior was the same way. Some thought that the old Mrs. Longbottom had gone a bit senile and had forgotten what year it was, but there wasn't one person who really hated the café.

As the three of them entered they waived to Neville Longbottom who was standing behind the counter. He was Mrs Longbottom's grandson and always helped her out after school. Neville waived back and at once started to order two sodas, one for Harry and one for Hermione, and a Butterbeer for Ron.

"Hey Harry, Ron, Herm!" they looked towards the voice and found the rest of their classmates sitting in the usual corner mentioning for them to come over.

"Hey Dean," Harry greeted the boy with the pen. Dean was currently sketching something on a napkin and grunted as a reply. This didn't bother Harry as it was just the way Dean was. The two Patil twins, Parvati and Padma, moved over and he took a seat beside them. "Thanks."

"No problem," Parvati replied. Unlike the Weasley twins who were alike like two droplets of water, you could actually see who was who with Padma and Parvati. Parvati had short hair she always coloured in crazy colours, while Padma's was long, sleek and up in a ponytail. Padma also wore glasses, while Parvati had earrings.

"Did you see the Slytherins' arrival?" Neville asked as he came with Harry, Ron and Herm's drinks.

"Yeah; Mum thought someone was attacking, grabbed her wand and was about to curse them before she realised that they were people on broomsticks." Seamus Finnigan chuckled. "I wonder where they could buy all those broomsticks, and how much it must've cost."

"Obviously it cost more than all the town put together," Herm replied. "And you can get them at Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, that is, if you ever get that far."

"Once Wood's finished with his ranting he'll be too occupied to drool over the Slytherins' broomsticks to complain about the pitch." Ron ensured them.

"Harry, where's Sirius?" Padma asked. "I thought he wouldn't let you go anywhere without an escort."

It was a favourite pastime of theirs to tease Harry about his relationship with the Vampire, which still hadn't gone past the kissing stage. "I swear, you do that on purpose!" Harry pretended to sulk.

"Of course, now where is he?"

"Said Dumbledore had a job for him." Everyone in the café stopped talking and turned to the group of teenagers, Dean even looked up from his drawing.

"Sirius?! Work?!"

"What?!"

"Is Dumbledore MAD?! Sirius never works!"

"You sure this isn't one of Black's schemes to trick us?"

Harry interrupted. "Yes I'm sure, we even saw him enter Dumbledore's office."

"Damn!"

"Yeah, I know."

For another hour the group discussed the Slytherins and what kind of creatures there might be in the woods around Godric's Hollow, until it was time to go home for dinner. Just outside the café Harry bumped into a man he had never seen before. The guy was taller than Sirius and leaner. He had shoulder-long midnight black hair and black, bottomless pits for eyes, he also had the pale skin that revealed him as a Vampire. He had to be a Slytherin.

The Vampire caught Harry before he ended up on the ground.

"Thanks," Harry said as he freed himself from the strong grip. The Vampire just stared at him. "Well, um, yeah, thanks." He didn't feel comfortable with those eyes on him.

The man looked like was about to say something, when a shout from down the street claimed their attention. "HARRY!" Alicia Jordan nee Spinnet ran towards them. "You've got to come quickly! Daniel and Lee are hurt!" Daniel was her son.

"What?!"

"It's terrible! We were on our way home from preschool when out of the shadows something jumped at us. Lee managed to hit it with a baseball bat he had picked up, and scared it off and I ran for help." The woman was completely in tears now and Hermione hugged her.

"Herm, keep an eye at her," Harry said as he started to run the way Alicia had come. "Ron, go get Sirius."

"And where are you going?"

"To check up on them, and while you're at it warn my mum about incoming patients."

"Got it!" Ron ran off in the other direction.

Dean caught up with him. "You sure this is a good idea?" the young man panted.

“Why shouldn't it be?"

"That creature could still be there."

"Good point, but we've still got to help." He replied.

The man Harry had bumped into was quickly conversing with his blond companion. After a short conversation, the blond nodded and ran off while the Vampire jumped high into the air, but instead of falling back down he flew over them like a great bat and soon was flying right above Harry himself.

It didn't take the group long to reach the attack site. Lee was leaning heavily against the ruined wooden fence, and the five-year-old boy was curled up at his feet. All Daniel had suffered was a couple of scratches, while Lee was seriously hurt. Padma and Parvati took Daniel and tried to cheer him up, while the boys helped Lee to lie down so that Harry could take a look at him. The Vampire landed beside them and at once went into the forest on the other side of the fence, and the rest of the Slytherins arrived at brooms seconds later.

Harry kneeled beside Lee. The man had a terrible wound in his side and his leg seemed broken, but that was about it.

"Seamus, Dean, I'll need you to keep him down," Harry tthe the other two boys. "This will be painful."

Both gulped, but nodded. "You think you can do it Harry?" Dean, who was holding the legs, asked.

"I'll try." Harry put his hands on the wound and pressed lightly. His hands were quickly coloured red and Lee groaned in pain and tried to get away. "Keep a good hold of him." Harry ordered his friends, then started the Healing process. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself to be Lee, then he ordered the body to Heal itself. Every human being — magical or non-magical — had a core of magic in him or her, some just had it blocked. What Harry's Healing magic did was to open a door in that wall for a time, long enough to Heal the body, then close it again.

Harry wasn't aware of the fact that Ron had returned with Sirius and Dumbledore, nor was he aware of that Sirius sat down beside him and watched him worriedly. He didn't notice that the Slytherins were back from searching the forest, nor the fact that the man he had bumped into earlier was watching Sirius with obvious hostility and jealousy. All his concentration was focused on the wound underneath his glowing fingers, and on the Healing Power running through his hands and into Lee's body.

Suddenly Lee buckled and screamed and tried to get away. Dean lost his hold on the feet and Sirius had to jump in to keep them from hitting someone. Seamus looked even more scared at this, but kept his hold on Lee's arms. Slowly Harry retreated from Lee's body and his eyes opened. Lee stopped writhing like a snake and his breathing evened out, he was asleep.

"He'll be all right," Harry said quietly and everyone except the Slytherins let go of the breath they had been keeping.

"You did it Harry!" Sirius hugged him and helped him stand.

Harry smiled tiredly and leaned into the embrace wiping his bloody hands on his jeans. "Is Daniel all right?" he asked.

"Yeah, the Patil twins have gone with him to the hospital. I also saw Hermione leading Alicia the same way, so they're both fine." Sirius squeezed him tighter, then suddenly let go and turned Harry around to face him. "Now what the hell were you thinking — or were you thinking at all — when you ran off like that?!"

"Please Siri, not now." Harry yawned. "I'm dead tired."

"If not now, then when?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Harry, I won't be here tomorrow."

Harry was shocked. "What? Why ever not?" he asked.

"Dumbledore's sending me out on a mission to check up on the closest town; don't worry though, I'll be back within a week."

"I guess, I just don't want you to leave."

Sirius grinned and kissed him. Harry blushed when Dean and Seamus started to wolf-whistle and catcall. When Sirius finally released him and started to lead him towards town again, Harry was sure that his face could have put fire to anything made out of paper.

Just before Sirius led him out of range of the others, Harry felt someone watching him and turned. It was the Vampire he had bumped into outside the Longie's; the black eyes bore into him, glinting in a weird way. The man's lips quirked upwards, but it looked more like a mocking smile than anything else. One of the other Slytherins tapped the Vampire's shoulder and he turned away, but not before giving Harry one last look.

Harry shrugged and decided not to think about it. Vampires were weird creatures, as was proved by Sirius.

* * * * *

The next day started off pretty normally. Harry and his family lived right above the hospital itself so that if they were needed they could be easily reached, instead of having people run across the entire town to find them.

Harry yawned as he went down into the infirmary. His mother was out shopping, his father had already gone to work and Madame Pomfrey hadn't arrived yet, so it was his duty to take all the washed towels, handkerchiefs and sheets out of the washing-machine and put them on the racks so that they could dry. It was also his job to fold and put away the already dry ones into their place and he also had to open the hospital.

He entered the washroom and started on his work. The little radio on the shelf played some old disco music, and Harry hummed along as he folded the sheets. Therefore it scared him out of his skin when there suddenly was a wild hammering on the door to the infirmary. He hurried out of the room and to the front door. Outside stood a couple of the Slytherins, and the man he had bumped into yesterday was continuously hammering on the door, the glass threatening to shatter.

Harry quickly unlocked the door and opened. "How may I help you this early?" he asked.

"I apologise if we woke you, but we've got several wounded in the camp that badly need a Healer's help." The man replied. The voice was deep and dark, like velvet. It washed over Harry and made him shiver.

Harry nodded and hurried into the room again; gathering a bag full of medical potions and bandages and other things that always stood ready, he hurried back out and locked the door. The two Slytherins waited for him right outside. One, the blond, had mounted his broomstick, while the Vampire calmly stood there.

The Vampire grabbed his arm as Harry walked past him. "What in heaven's name do you think you're doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing," the Vampire replied. "It'll take too long to walk back," he pointed out.

"How else are we supposed to get there?" Harry asked a little bit annoyed, and wished he hadn't asked the question a second later. The Vampire had easily lifted him into his arms and took off into the skies just as quickly. Harry gasped in surprise as he gazed down onto the town, and wrapped his arms around the Vampire's neck for extra protection; even if the arms holding him were stronger than Sirius', he didn't want to take any chances.

It didn't take them long before they landed in the middle of the pitch and Harry was gently put down on the ground then led to one of the tents.

Even several feet away from the place, Harry could feel the aura that accompanied sick people. The Vampire held the flap and let Harry enter first, then followed making sure the flap was closed after him.

Harry looked at the two young men lying on bunk beds. They were both either younger than him or just as old, and both had blond hair. They were pale and sweat was constantly running down their brows.

"What happened?" He asked as he sat down between the low beds.

"These are the Creevy brothers," the Vampire replied. "They document the creatures we've fought and so on for the Ministry. They were out this morning scouting close to the forest when something attacked them. I have reason to believe it was the same creature that attacked Mr. Jordan yesterday, it was in the same area."

"You went back there?" Harry asked as he put one hand on both their brows.

"That's the only way to get something done." The man shut up as Harry's hands started to glow again just like yesterday. He watched closely as the mortal concentrated and slowly the glowing light spread all over the Creevy's bodies. In all his years of mortal and immortal life he had never met someone as interesting as this young man. No one had piqued his curiosity like this one had; he had never been this drawn to someone before. He hurried forwards as the young man slumped and his hands stopped to glow, and caught him before he hit the floor.

Harry leaned onto the Vampire as he took a couple of minutes to collect himself. Healing always took much out of him, but the weird thing was that five minutes later he would be up and about as though nothing had happened.

"They were lucky," he said finally. "Another half hour and they'd be dead. Some kind of poison from the claws of the creature. As for now they will sleep for a day or so."

The Vampire was still holding him in a very un-innocent way. "What is your name?" he asked in a quiet tone. Harry shivered again before giving his name to the stranger. "That's a really nice name, it fits you," this was whispered into his ear, then, to Harry's great surprise, the Vampire nibbled at it.

Harry jumped out of the man's grasp. "What do you think you're doing?!"

The man stood up and towered four inches over him. "Quite obvious what I was doing." He replied with a smirk. As he took a step forward, Harry took two backwards. The Vampire found that amusing. "Afraid?"

"No, just wary of sex-crazed maniacs." Harry growled. "Besides, I'm already engaged."

One elegant eyebrow raised. "To whom? That childish moron that kissed you yesterday?"

"Sirius is no moron, I'd rather say that you are!" Harry hissed quietly and retreated another couple of steps as the Vampire came forwards.

"My, my, what defence.” The immortal suddenly reached out and Harry felt the cold grip lock around his wrists and drag him towards the Vampire. He fought the best he could; kicking, wriggling, writhing, clawing, and he even tried to send a bout of pain, the reverse part of Healing, to get the Vampire to let go of him, but it didn't work. In the end he found himself pressed up against the man.

"Will you let go of me?!" Harry demanded. "I don't even know your name! Stop it!"

"Severus Snape."

"Huh?"

"My name is Severus Snape."

"Well then Mr. Snape, if you'll excuse me-" Harry got his hands free, "-I have patients at the Hospital to take care off. These two will only need lots of rest in the upcoming days, rest and food. Now good day." He stormed past the taller man who didn't stop him, just watched him go with a smirk.

The other side of the tent opened and the blond man who always seemed to hang around the Vampire entered.

"Straight to the point aren't you, Severus?" Draco Malfoy asked. Severus snorted still looking after Harry. "And I think this is the first time someone didn't fall for your charm since you were 200 years old. What's changed? Getting old?"

"Shut up Draco. Harry's just immensely loyal to that idiot Sirius Black."

"Black?! What's that Fledgling got to do with this?"

"He's Harry's" fiancé." Severus' black eyes turned silver with anger.

"You really mean to fight for this one, don't you?" Draco asked the Vampire after studying his friend for a couple of minutes.

"Will you keep you nose out of my business?" the Vampire growled. "I thought you were trying to seduce that girl with frizzy hair, what's her name? Hermione Granger?"
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