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Vampire Bites	By : choena Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 40400 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within as they belong to JK Rowling. As such I am making no money from the writing of this story and it is purely for fun and enjoyment.

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Severus slowly blinked open his eyes. His limbs felt heavy and his head felt full of fog. It was hard enough to keep his eyes open. A soft sigh came from beside him but he didn’t feel startled. His mind was working much too slow to startle. His whole body felt like lead. Even his magic felt weak. Slowly, he turned his head to find a blurred image of Harry resting beside him. He blinked his eyes a couple of times to clear them which only worked slightly much to his discomfort. He could tell the young vampire was in his day sleep since he was just now taking another slow breath. Severus closed his eyes taking note of the smaller, cold hand resting in his own. He felt a spark of panic briefly before his mind sluggishly caught up to the fact that Harry was always colder during the day as his borrowed blood circulated much slower. His eyes blinked open once more, taking more effort than before, so he could glance at his young charge again. How did they get here? His mind rebelled against thinking that hard as his lids slid closed again as he fell once more into darkness.
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Edge stalked his way behind Moony and Padfoot as they walked ahead of him through the forest. He had been glad to find it was a full moon night he had awoken to and had wasted no time in making his way to the shack he knew the werewolf and his mate would be in for the night. They had more than readily agreed to help him hunt down the damned wolf that had dared attack his Childe and their godson. As typical, the wolf got the scent first and the other two followed close behind. They came to a small creek bed and Edge felt his heart sink as Moony crossed it to the other side.
*There’s nothing. He didn’t cross.*
Edge growled. The wolf was smart; a little too smart for Edge to feel comfortable.
*We could check up or down stream.*
*He could have traveled miles in either direction.* Edge sighed, running a hand through his hair as he watched Moony cross back over. *We would be wasting our time.*
Padfoot growled to himself but allowed Moony to lick his ears in a comforting manner. *So, we just let him go?*
Edge nodded turning and walking back in the direction of the castle. *There is nothing else we can do right now. I don’t like it any more than you do.*
Something was not settling right about the wolf in Edge’s mind. The wolf was different and strange. It was rare for a wolf to attack a human without being provoked but this one did. He had thought it was going for Harry, but the way Harry had described the attack, he had a feeling that the wolf was going for Severus and Harry had just been an obstacle in the way. The whole situation just rubbed him the wrong way. Speaking of things that rubbed him wrong…
*You are only half transformed. I hope you are aware.*
Padfoot shot him a confused look but Moony just kept walking. *What does it matter to you?*
*It matters because you signed yourself on as a guardian of Harry.*
The wolf shook his head confused. *I already was.*
Edge nodded. *You, yes, Remus. Moony; however, made it more when he bit Harry that first night.* The vampire was impressed with Padfoots ability to stay quiet even when the huge half formed wolf turned on him with a snarl.
*You speak as if you know anything.*
*Maybe I do.* Edge shrugged. *I have been around a lot longer than you and I have met some werewolves during that time. Most of them were healthier looking than you.* Edge gasped for air as the wolf pinned him to the nearest tree.
*You, little vampire, have no clue the fight I fight every single day. So, do not act as though you do.*
Moony was growling in his face, clawed paws pinning him painfully by his shoulders. The wolf was slipping past the Wolfsbane the man had taken earlier. Edge decided to back down for now. He could push this fight later. *I am not saying I do, but I know it is better than this.*
The wolf gave one more deep resonating growl before moving away from Edge. *You know nothing of this curse.*
*Not of your curse no.* Edge rolled his shoulders watching as Padfoot tried to sooth the irate wolf in front of him. *But you are not the only one cursed here. Personally, I would trade having to watch all my loved ones wither and die as I never change for changing into a wolf each month.*
It was silent, almost. Edge could easily pick up the rustle of the leaves as a soft wind blew past them. There was a mouse burrowing in the leaves a few miles to his left attempting to hide from the owl soaring overhead. Edge winced slightly at the small squeak as the mouse lost the game. Death was just a matter of time, except for him, and now Harry. His heart clenched again in the almost constant regret at having done what he had done to the boy that had barely turned seventeen. Edge ran a hand through his hair as he sighed before moving on. He took note of the two canines following behind him but ignored them for the most part.
*How could this be better?*
He had just stepped out into the shack clearing when the wolf’s whisper reached his ears. It sounded pained but honest in its curiosity. Edge turned to face them. *I know it’s less painful. I know you don’t have to rely on Wolfsbane to keep sane.*
The wolf looked away. Padfoot spoke up for the first time. *How do you know this?*
*My Sire had a werewolf guardian.* Edge turned back to the shack tilting his head up to look at the moon. *He was a strong and proud wolf, but I can remember seeing him walk along a street full of people, the moon shining bright in the sky just like it is tonight. He was huge in his shifted form but hardly anyone would be truly afraid of him.” Edge gave a soft chuckle. “He was much too lovable for that to happen anyway. I couldn’t believe it at first just like I know you don’t believe me now.* He turned back to look Moony in the eyes. *But you can smell a lie.* He stepped closer keeping eye contact with the wolf before him. *Tell me I’m lieing.*
Padfoot growled. *You could be making it up.*
*He can smell that too.*
Edge and Moony remained staring at one another for a few agonizing long minutes. Padfoot looked between the two worried and concerned for his mate. Moony breathed deep through his nose never breaking eye contact with the vampire in front of him. His eyes turned longing and desperate.
*How is that possible?*
Edge swallowed. *It already is.* He gave a small, sad smile as both tilted their heads. *He was bound to an Animalis just as you are.*
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There was something running over his ankles and feet. It was warm, soft, and made him moan slightly in delight. He twitched a hand and felt warm fur under his fingertips. It was rising and falling with small breaths. Eyes blinked open to reveal dark irises that were just slightly unfocused. He felt a warm, kind of wet, nose nudge his cheek and a soft mewl sounded in his ear. Severus blinked a few more times as his room came into focus before turning his attention to the large cat lying beside him. Bright green eyes looked at him with concern with a small amount of fear mixed in. Good.
“Potter.” The cat lifted its head. “What good are you to me as a cat?”
Its ears fell as its head lowered. With a sigh it jumped off the bed before changing back into the young vampire it was supposed to be. The youth looked dejected and disappointed. Well, it was not Severus’ fault if the boy has got his hopes up. Severus sat up slowly groaning when his world started spinning.
“Take it easy would you. Here.” Severus glared at Harry before eyeing the potions vial offered to him with faint distrust. Harry rolled his eyes making Severus glare at him even more. “It’s a blood replenisher.”
Severus took the offered vial being sure to check its consistency and smell before putting it anywhere near his mouth. He noticed Harry glaring softly at him. “With your poor skills in potions, Potter, this should be expected.”
Harry crossed his arms. “Despite what you may believe, Professor, I can read.” There was an emphasis on the word ‘professor’ that had Severus glaring at his student with more disbelief than anger. The little vampire was getting brave was he? His nerves were too fragile to handle this right now. His head pounded and his magic felt frayed.
Severus swallowed the potion before thrusting the vial back at the boy. “You would not have had to read the vial if you had not of tried to drain me dry.” The shock, pain, and despair on Harry’s face had Severus almost ready to take back his words. Almost. He was not the type of man to do so. He had only spoken the truth of the situation. “Stop gawking at me, Potter, and get out.”
“I…I thought…”
“You thought what, Potter?”
Harry glared at Severus though Severus still noticed the tears gathering on the surface. He ignored the pain in his chest and returned the vampires glare. “It doesn’t matter. Whatever it was, I was wrong.”
“Yes, you were. Now out.”
Severus kept up the glare long enough for Harry to get out of his door. He was able to ignore the persistent ache in his chest until he heard the strangled sob from the boy as the door to his chambers slammed closed. He rested his head in his hands as he took deep breaths to make it stop. What the hell was the brat doing to him?
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“He’s a cold hearted bastard, Hermione, a right prick.”
Hermione sighed. “This is Professor Snape you’re talking about, Harry.”
“He coulda… I… like I’m not beating myself up enough he has to go a rub it in.” Harry had tears running down his face but ignored them. His emotions were going awol on him. The attack last night, almost killing his professor, being held, then having that same person glare and blame him the next morning like nothing else happened, he was losing control of them and quick.
“Harry, you need to calm down.”
“Come on, mate, sit down and breathe, yeah?”
Harry paused and looked at his two friends for the first time since dragging them into the Room of Requirement. They had been leaving the Library from a study session Hermione had obviously forced on Ron before curfew when he had found them. He took a deep breath taking up his customary position in front of the fireplace. It was a new habit for him now, he guessed, stealing warmth from fireplaces since his own body no longer produced its own heat. Harry wiped his tears away with a groan. He was colder than usual because he hadn’t fed and the blood loss from last night was not helping him any. The pangs of hunger were something he had not felt for awhile now and they made his gums itch. Harry closed his eyes as he took deep breaths. His friends did not deserve to have him go vamp on them.
“Harry? You okay?”
Harry chuckled sadly. “What do you think, ‘Mione?”
Hermione blushed and apologized while Ron rolled his eyes. Harry looked over at his friends glad that he had them.
“Snape’s always been a git.”
“Ron.” Hermione slapped the red head over the head. “That won’t help.”
Harry shook his head. “Ron’s right though. Why I expected anything different I’ll never know.”
“Harry, he saved your life, again. This time it was a lot more direct than being on the sidelines. He healed you and talked you through a feeding. I’m sure he knew what he was risking.”
“She’s right, mate, loath as I am to admit it.” Harry and Hermione looked at Ron in shock. “What? He did open a vein for Harry when he could have just tossed him on to someone else right? I’m not saying that makes him a saint or anything. The man still remains a slimy git.”
“It has nothing to do with that.” Harry shook his head. How would he be able to put what he was feeling into words? Could he put it into words? He had no idea what was happening between them. It was all happening so fast he couldn’t keep up with it all.
Hermione moved closer to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “He called you by your name, didn’t he? He held you and he was gentle about it?”
“He was just so different yester night…”
“Yester night?”
“Shut up, Ron.”
“It’s what Edge would call last night. Guess I picked it up.” Harry sighed leaning into his friends embrace. “Tonight though it was like nothing happened, not to me anyway.”
“Professor Snape has never struck me as a man that shows his emotion readily, Harry. He is a spy so it makes sense that he has to keep a tight rein on them just to stay alive. Add in the fact that he most likely hasn’t completely recovered, he likely felt defensive. I’m sure he isn’t used to having people take care of him.”
“I don’t want him to be all lovey dovey, Hermione.” Harry looked at his friend unconsciously blocking Ron out. “I know it would be dangerous for him, I’m not that stupid, but would it have killed him to ask how I was?”
Hermione gave Harry a sad look when he buried his head in his hands. “Oh, Harry.”
“I don’t think anyone will be able to understand, Snape. He’s got a lot on his plate just like the rest of us, even more so when you think about it.”
Harry glanced back up at Ron seeing Hermione smile out of the corner of his eye. “You never cease to amaze me, Ron.”
“What does that mean?” the red haired teen looked at his friends lost as to what they could be meaning before rolling his eyes at them. “I’m not a complete dunce you know.”
Hermione rolled her eyes as Harry shook his head both smiling. “Maybe he just needs some space, Harry. Couldn’t hurt.”
“That might be a little hard to do. He’s… well… and … I…” Harry stumbled. He had never really spoken about feeding with his friends before, not in this context anyway.
Hermione gave an exasperated sigh as she sat back on her heels. “You have to feed and he’s your donor.”
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Well, maybe I can help with that.” Hermione rolled up her sleeve and offered her wrist to Harry who sat horrified and wide eyed as he stared at his friend.
“Hermione!” Ron gasped sitting just as wide eyed as Harry.
Harry scooted away. “No.” He shook his head. The pangs of hunger were back at the offer and he breathed deeply in an attempt to control them.
“And why not?”
“I could hurt you.”
Hermione smiled. “No, you won’t.”
Ron moved closer to the two. “Think about this, Hermione. He lost blood last night, more than he should have…”
“I am aware that his reserves are low, Ronald.” Ron winced. “It’s why I’m offering. Snape can’t feed him tonight and you know it.”
Harry shook his head again. “I’ll ask Sirius.”
“It’s a full moon. Sirius will be with Remus at the shack.”
“I can still ask…”
“Harry, look at me.” Harry looked up at Hermione still a little scared of what she was offering. He only found calm acceptance of a friend wanting to help another friend in need. She slowly held out her wrist again and he groaned at the sharp pang that shot through him again. He could see her pulse just under the skin. “I have researched what I could, you know.” There was a muttered ‘of course’ which they both ignored. “I offer my wrist as a friend, Harry.” Harry swallowed but moved back to his friend and cradled her wrist in his hands. He looked up at her again knowing that his eyes were golden hoping to get her to change her mind. She merely nodded her expression never changing. “I trust you, Harry.”
Harry closed his eyes with a groan before biting into her wrist as gently as he could. Hermione tensed and gasped in pain but the taste of her blood flooded his senses and filled him once again with warmth. She was nowhere close to Severus but Harry couldn’t really complain.
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Edge didn’t know why he did it, but he had decided to stay the whole night with his Childe’s canines. He had explained all he could about the connection between an Animalis and its werewolf to Remus, though admittedly it wasn’t much. He knew the man still had reservation about the whole thing, but he hoped, for Harry’s sake, that the man would try to find peace with his inner wolf.
It was a powerful bond, that between an Animalis and a werewolf, one that Edge himself had never had the pleasure of knowing. The wolf became a protector, a guardian, of the vampire while the vampire helped cement the bond between wolf and man. The wolf was a powerful creature in its own right and could easily overpower the man given the chance, but that did not mean that the wolf was malicious as most wizards and witches thought. Like all creatures, the wolf merely craved its own freedom, its own chance to run about in its world. When one thinks about the wolf’s side of the werewolf curse, it is trapped just as much as the human that houses it. A bond with an Animalis, a creature that can understand the wolf’s pain, can help bring peace to both parties cursed, bring them to equilibrium so to speak.
Edge sighed and rested his forehead against the dirty glass of the window he was looking out. His Sire would better be able to explain to Remus what the bond meant and could do while Edge could just repeat what he had been told. He felt that old anger at his Sire for leaving him so alone rise along with the desperate hunger to see the man again. Edge growled and shook his head. He’s gone. Get over it. Edge felt like crying despite how angry he was.
Edge turned away from the window never noticing the softly glowing eyes watching him from the trees. The white wolf sat watching with its own form of depression. Finally. It stood and shook the cold from its body before turning away to head back into the wood. It stopped and took one last look at the rickety old shack. I have found you. Edge.
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