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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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Everything hurt. It felt as though is whole body was on fire. Every time he so much as twitched pain would radiate through him. He hated silver burns. They always took so much longer to heal and they constantly burned while they did. Severus had been kind enough to provide him with a salve to help ease the burn but it only lasted a short while. Remus growled at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He hated this curse with every fiber of his being. The wolf growled at him from its corner.
“Shut up.” Remus closed his eyes tightly against the scarred image of himself reflected back at him.
The wolf huffed. “It’s not my fault.”
Remus snapped his eyes open to find the image had changed. It was still his face and yet the eyes were the honey amber of the wolf and it looked back at him with a snarl. Remus glared back. “Go away.”
“Considering I am you, that would be very hard to do.”
“You are not me.” Remus growled.
“Am I not?” The wolf tilted its head as it gazed at him. “Or do you just want to believe otherwise.”
Remus snarled as he punched the mirror, shattering it and sending shards all over the bathroom floor. “Get out of my head!” He gripped at his hair with bloody fingers. His eyes hurt from squeezing them shut so tightly.
“Can’t do that I’m afraid.”
Remus backed against the door. He groaned and grit his teeth against the pain as he slid against the door to the floor. It actually helped to clear his head somewhat, but the wolf did not leave. He did his best to ignore it.
“You can’t. You have tried and always failed.” The wolf sounded frustrated and tired.
“Don’t sound so smug.” Remus ran a hand down his tired face.
“I’m just stating facts.”
Remus rested his head against the door allowing his arms to rest at his sides. He kept his eyes closed so he could better see the wolf in his minds eye. It lay stiffly in front of him as it watched him in return. It looked unharmed. That incensed Remus further.
“How come you don’t appear hurt?”
“I was not the one physically hurt.” It huffed at Remus when he growled. “That does not mean that I do not feel the pain you do. I could help lessen the pain, but you have blocked me so thoroughly I can do no more than feel as you do.”
Remus was skeptical. “How could you possibly make this better? Why would you even want to help?”
“Your transport is my transport. Why would I not want to help?”
When put that way, Remus could not argue. Honestly, the wolf had a valid point. Remus opened his eyes. He groaned as he looked at the burn marks that marred his already scarred skin. He remembered that Dante said the wolf would become a stronger presence until he accepted that part of himself. It was how the bond worked apparently.
“The wolf is a guardian for the Animalis it is bonded with. It must be able to shift at will as danger will never be secluded to the full moon. That being said, the wolf is still tied to the phases of the moon, that cannot be changed, but the pain is lessened and the transformation itself is more complete. Lycanthropy is still a curse but the magic of the bond adjusts the magic of the curse for its use.”
Remus sighed. Ever since he had bit Harry the wolf had in fact steadily become more prominent in his mind. It was now a constant presence, pushing against his awareness, making his skin itch and crawl. The werewolf shivered. He had been steadily more moody as of late because of it. Sirius often took the worst of it. Bless the man for never complaining though Remus felt guilty every time.
“What do I do?” Remus whispered to the room. If allowing the wolf some say would lessen its irritability at him then so be it. He needed a break from this turmoil.
The wolf stood and walked a few steps toward him. It moved stiffly and slowly. “Relax. Open your mind to me.”
His heart started pounding in his chest. Just let the wolf in? He had spent years fighting the wolf and he was just supposed to let it in? His body tensed against the very thought. The wolf sighed moving closer to him. Remus could suddenly feel its warmth moving against his skin. Merlin that felt weird and uncomfortable. He shivered. His eyes closed as his head thumped back against the door. The wolf was gently rubbing its head against his chest. It was growling softly making the sound almost seem like purr. Was the wolf trying to comfort him? Remus suddenly felt the urge to bury his hands in its fur. It looked thick and coarse as it went down over the wolfs neck. It suddenly laid its weight across his legs effectively pinning him where he was at.
“You’re heavy.” He complained halfheartedly. The wolf made a noise that almost sounded like a chuckle.
Remus felt warm all over but not in the burning way he was before. His body started to relax. He blinked his eyes open to stare at the ceiling. The colors appeared more pronounced than before. He could feel the drag of fur just under his skin that he normally associated with the change. This time; however, it felt more comforting than impending pain. The wolf was not pushing against him. It was resting there, just under the surface. Remus knew if he allowed it the wolf could easily take over his mind right now. In all honesty it was a tempting thought. He was so very tired.
Soft brown slowly merged with honey gold.
HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP
He was hungry. Starving really. His stomach clenched and gurgled. Slowly he lifted himself into a standing position and moved into the bedroom attached. Food. Where would there be food? Kitchen. Downstairs. His hand touched the doorknob before he stopped. Clothes. He blinked. He would need clothes. Ridiculous, but necessary for human interaction. He sniffed before moving towards the closet. Choosing the biggest clothes he could find, he slipped them on. They smelled of his mate and hung on his slim form. The fabric still rubbed against the burns making him growl in discomfort. He just needed them long enough for food. He couldn’t heal without food. Sufficiently covered, he left the room and headed down the stairs. He could already smell something cooking. It made his mouth water. The scent should lead him where he needed to go. He had just turned the corner when a body slammed into his. He yelped as the burns seared against his skin, bending in on himself to prevent further attack.
“Oh no, Remus! I’m so sorry. Stupid, clumsy me. Are you okay?”
He glared at the offending human. Female. Pink hair. This time. Sadness drafted off her in waves. Surprise was there, most likely from bumping into him, and guilt drifted in. She had not meant actual harm. Her name? Tonks a soft voice offered. Pack ally.
“I am fine. Tonks.” He added her name almost as an afterthought. He straightened and winced at the lingering pain.
Tonks looked unsure and nervous. “Are you sure? Shouldn’t you still be resting?”
He nodded not looking at her but toward the door the scent of food was coming from. “Hungry.” His stomach gurgled in discomfort.
“Molly just finished a wonderful stew.” Tonks offered. Her scent had become jittery with nerves. She could sense something was off. He could care less. “It should work wonders for you.”
That was what he hoped. He left the female standing in the hallway and entered the room. Kitchen. He rolled his eyes. He didn’t care for the name of the room. All eyes turned to him and conversation stopped when he entered making his fur stand on end. Seriously?
“Remus, dear, what are you doing up?”
He glanced at the short, plump female that spoke. Her voice was calm but streaked with worry. Molly. He shook his head. “I got hungry.”
Molly immediately jumped into action grabbing a bowl and spooning some of the stew from the cauldron over the fire into it. “Of course, dear. Eat all you like. There is plenty more.” She handed him the bowl with a spoon with a kind motherly smile. Worry still littered the love in her eyes. “There’s bread on the table as well.”
He took the offered bowl and breathed in the aroma greedily. He turned to move toward the table and paused. Blinking he turned his eyes back to her. “Thank you.” She smiled and he continued his path to sit beside his mate at the table.
His mate eyed him but said nothing. That suited him fine. He was in no mood to talk as he began eating, remembering to use the spoon, and savored every bite. Conversation slowly started back up again in hushed voices. He glanced at each person in the room taking in their scents. A ginger haired male was talking with a black human about things he currently had no interest in. He was the mate of Molly. Arthur. He was of no consequence. Taking a few more bites he turned his attention back toward the dark skinned male. Kingsley. There was a melancholy about him. Recently lost pack member. Mad-Eye. The pieces clicked a little for him then as he remembered images from the day before. He shook his head. Nothing he could do.
He moved to ask for more but the bowl filled before he could. He found Molly smiling softly at him. “We weren’t expecting you out and about for a couple more days. You sure you should be moving around?”
He felt a snarl rising in his throat but stamped it down. The motherly female was just worried but it still grated him a bit. Was he not allowed to eat in peace? “I was getting stiff and needed food. Thought moving around would help.” She nodded as though she understood. He denied the offered bread but accepted water. She moved to sit with her mate and joined their conversation leaving him be. Thankfully.
He finished the second bowl with no interruptions but denied a third. Too much food would not help him. He noticed his mate was still watching him. He glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and stole a sniff of the air around them. Worry. Sadness. Trepidation. Nervousness. The last two confused him. What could be making his mate so nervous? He did a cursory glance around the room. There were no dangers here. He looked at his mate with an eyebrow raised in question. The dark haired man shook his head and stood leaving the room. He huffed a growl, startling the others in the room, before rising to follow. His mate turned to him the minute the door closed to their room.
“Answers. Now.” His mate stood tall; his voice a sharp command.
A growl rose at the blatant challenge. His eyes narrowed at his mate who didn’t so much a waiver. He was tired. The burns ached and itched in growing discomfort the longer he wore these ridiculous scraps of fabric. His mate dares to challenge him now? He stepped forward, the growl building in his chest, until he was nose to nose with his mate. The man stared him down a few more moments before finally lowering his eyes and turning his head to the side in submission.
“I am not challenging you.” He snorted. His mate sighed and clenched his hands in an effort to remain still. “I’m not. But, as your mate, am I not entitled to information and answers?”
His mate knew something had changed but couldn’t pinpoint what it was. The man most likely had noticed the color change of his eyes, and other signs, but did not know just how far gone they were. He nuzzled his mate behind the ear.
“Remus is just fine, little mate. He’s resting.”
His mate stiffened and moved a step away from him making him growl in annoyance. “Moony?”
At least he only glanced through eye lashes at him. His mate was smart. He simply nodded and began taking the offending cloth off his body. It smelled of his mate, which was comforting, but was an annoyance to his wounds. He could handle it no longer. He watched his mate slowly look up at him taking in the damage. The wounds already looked better than yesterday. Pink skin was starting to fill in the burns, the raw areas smaller, but no less sensitive to touch. His mate still looked unsure. He sighed.
“Padfoot. We are okay.”
Padfoot jerked at his name. “Remus let you take over?”
He nodded. “Only briefly. After some rest he will be back in control.” He couldn’t help the sneer. Yes, he would be regulated back into his corner no doubt. A distant huff echoed in his head.
“You are acting quite…well…tame.” Padfoots voice waivered slightly, unsure.
Moony rolled his eyes. “Were you really expecting me to go rabid beast first chance I got?”
“The tranformations…”
“This is a curse for both sides. Something humans conveniently never seem to grasp.” He growled. “There are multiple reasons I attached myself to our cub. I no more enjoy losing myself than Remus does.”
Padfoot shook his head. “I’m confused. Human and wolf are separate? Or one?”
“One.”
“But…”
He sighed. “The magic temporarily separates man and wolf as a way to learn coexistence. For the bond magic to work we must coexist peacefully.”
Padfoot eyed him moving closer. “How do you know this?”
“It’s an oversimplification, but the vampire said so himself, only with larger words.” He was suddenly exhausted and wanted to sleep. He eyed the bed wearily knowing the soft cotton would only irritate his wounds further. He bristled at the feel of magic briefly in the air. He looked to his mate who shrugged.
“Poppy taught me while she was here patching you up initially. It removes the pressure of the beds surface from your skin.”
He nodded testing the bed with his hands. He saw the bed dip but felt nothing. His hackles raised in mistrust. Padfoot chuckled behind him causing him to turn to him with a growl. His mate only shook his head with a smile before moving to lie on the bed.
“If you two are going to coexist, magic will be something you will have to get used to.” Padfoot patted the bed beside him. “Come on. Curl up and rest.”
He tilted his head. “Where is the sudden trust coming from?”
Padfoot sighed. “I’m your mate, yeah?” He shrugged. “This will need to be something I have to get used to. Might as well start now.”
He couldn’t deny the logic. He slowly moved onto the bed with his mate. The feeling of nothing below him but seeing the bed was truly unnerving. It was unnatural. A whine slipped through his lips in his distress. His mate gently carded his fingers through his sandy locks, gently tugging him down to rest his head on his mates shoulder. Padfoot was careful in moving him, ever aware of his wounds.
“Relax, Moony. I’m here with you.”
He breathed in his mates scent feeling calm wash over him. This was home. He nuzzled against his mate stirring up more of the mans scent. It was then he noticed a resigned sadness adding a bitter tint to the smell. There was also that same nervousness from before. He realized now that the nervousness had little to do with him. His mate obviously had something on his mind that was causing it.
“What is it?” He whispered.
Padfoot tensed briefly before continuing to run his fingers through his hair. “It’s nothing.” Moony growled. Padfoot chuckled and sighed. “Alright, fine, I guess it is something.”
H waited a few moments yet Padfoot refused to continue. “Well?”
“I…” His mate paused, unsure. “How much can Remus hear?”
He sighed and nuzzled behind Padfoots ear. “Everything. I’m not blocking him.” The ‘like he does me’ went unvoiced. “You should still voice your thoughts.”
Padfoot was silent. Hesitant. He swallowed thickly. Moony waited patiently. When Padfoot spoke it was soft but filled with determination. “I want him…you…both…however this works…I want to be turned.”
He had to grit his teeth against the sudden onslaught against him. Growling he sat up shaking his head. No. No. No. It repeated vehemently through his thoughts. He squashed it using all his strength to block it out and quiet the force. He knew it was going to bite him in the end but a knee jerk reaction was not going to help the situation. Sit down. Listen. He growled at it mentally. The force did not go quietly but he won in the end, flopping back against the bed in exhaustion and with a pounding head.
“I take it he wasn’t thrilled.” Padfoot had moved to a sitting position.
“That is an understatement.” He groaned. “Why do you want to be turned?”
Padfoot shrugged. “Thought that would be obvious.”
He paused and thought about his mates words. The tone had been melancholy yet resigned. The reason was just out of reach for him to comprehend. Bond. Ah. He sighed running a hand over his face. He was much too tired for this. He felt a push and pushed back. Not right now. Wait. He urged.
“I assume you have a plan for this?” He watched Padfoot carefully.
“Kind of.” Padfoot turned to look at him. The determination in those blue eyes spoke volumes of how the man felt. “Edge has offered to let me bond with him after.”
His eyebrows raised. “You trust him enough to form this kind of bond with him?”
“You don’t?”
He thought carefully of the vampire in question. Edge had been truthful with them all thus far. He could never scent anything off about the man, other than the obvious. He felt no disagreeing feelings. “He seems trustworthy from what we can gather. This is a bond for life; however, it cannot be broken except by death. Even then it can never be reformed with another. If what Edge says about the older vampire is true, death of one of a bonded pair can cause irreparable damage to the party left behind.”
Padfoot looked down at the bedding. “I realize that, but that is a chance I’m willing to take. I’ve missed out on my family for so long I want to stay with them now however I can.”
An understandable notion. He was willing and yet that firm negative resounded in his head again. He sighed. This was going to be one fight they would both need sleep for. “Let us sleep on it for now.” Padfoot went to argue but a quick growl stopped any words. “Give us time to work things out between ourselves first. It will do no good if one of us was to turn you and the other was not on board. There is time, mate.”
Yes, there was still time for such drastic decisions. If this bond was to work; however, man and wolf needed to exist peacefully as one. Remus had already shown trust in letting him control things this long. He did not need to push his luck just yet.
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