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Notes: This part is set during Goblet Of Fire, as you�ll see, and shows Snape and his son, Chase�interacting. Or something akin to that. They have a complex way of relating to each other, which I�d like to chalk up to their vampirism, but they could just be insane.

And, for the record, this isn�t so much a �story� as a series of short stories that will set up another story, set after OotP. So resolution or any of that fun stuff will not be found here�
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Part Two

You See Right Through Me

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Names and labels�they�ve never bothered him much.
Vampire, monster, great bat, grease ball, slimy, murderer, torturer, Death, unworthy, Master, Prince, King�
In his lifetime he�d heard them all, all save the particular unsavory ones during his schooys ays and he had to say he was less than impressed with the way his students recycled them. Like it would kill them to think of an original insult, as if they actually thought for a moment they were the first to call him bat or vampire.
And he was sure the irony of their angry insults and how close they were to the truth would be forever lost on them.
�You�re smiling.� Pink tinged gray eyes were staring at him intently, dancing with barely contained amusement. �You�re plotting someone�s death. Something messy and wet with lots of blood and squishy innards.�
�No.�
�Then your imagining that Potter boy, all�tied up and bleeding.� The teen smirked. �Afraid and begging�� He licked his bottom lip and his eyes gazed slightly.
�Have you always been this perverse?� He had to admit the boy�s train of thought, while intriguing, was just a touch disturbing. Perhaps because, any other time, he would have been right in his first two guesses.
Which, undoubtedly, made Severus fairly perverse, considering killing people wasn�t a legitimate hobby and the Potter boy�well. That didn�t need to be delved into to figure out why it was perverse. And the fact that his son, who was just barely fifteen, was able to gauge his thoughts so well was disturbing in and of itself.
Not to mention the nature of said thoughts. While their kind might have thought them normal, the likes of Harry Potter would flee in terror at the very implication of such imaginings.
�Yeah�but you slept with my mother, so you�re still the bigger pervert.� He looked fairly confident in that decision and walked around Severus� desk, head tilted off to the side. �Was I right?�
�No. For a seer you are very rarely correct.�
�Eh.�
If he was bothered he didn�t show it. Instead he hoisted himself up onto his desk and folded one leg underneath his lithe body. If he were anyone else he would have found himself plummeting out of the third story window in a shower of glass and moonlight, to land in the hedge maze below. But, since he was who he was, Severus just ignored it and continued to read the essays his second year Hufflepuff class had submitted.
Sometimes he didn�t know why he even bothered reading these things�it was just borderline masochistic on his part. He might as well have just given half marks across the board�it was probably a vast improvement on what most would achieve.
�Since you seem intent on bothering me, perhaps you�d like to try something productive?�
�Might as well.� The teen said, reaching down and pulling open the drawer of the desk. He removed a quill and a jar of red ink. He picked up a pile, Advanced Potions Gryffindor and Slytherin, and began to read, a strand of red-brown hair falling into his eyes. He pushed it back, frowning ever so slightly.
Severus wrote the (failing) grade on the paper and paused for a moment to watch the boy. Chase Pryce was, in his opinion, destined for greatness in the art of potions. At fifteen he would have no problem grading Advanced Potions work and finding small details that anyone short Severus would have most likely missed.
Then again, he�d been training the teen in the art of Potions since he was old enough to not play with fire, and grading papers had once been a punishment for unruly behavior. He�d be appalled if he were anything less than good after all of that work.
His long fingers, better suited for the stings of an instrument than a quill, tapped against the desk as he made marks over the paper. His skin was pale, nearly translucent, and his hair went past his shoulder blades. It was curly so it probably was a considerable amount longer. His nose was long, and slightly crooked, as was the Snape fashion� but in a technical sense, he was average. Nothing like his mother, who�d commanded a room the moment she walked in.
But Chase was an observer. He liked to watch and wait, and analyze. He was not his mother�s child, thankfully for Severus� piece of mind.
He turned back to the next essay.
�Father.�
The phrase sent a chill up his spine. It always had a certain effect on him, since the teen had been old enough to speak it. Severus had certainly never seen himself in the position of being someone�s father but so many years into it, and he found (as sickening and contrived as it surely was) that he wouldn�t have changed it for the world. Being a father had, for better or worse, changed him.
Then again, having another person being totally dependent on you could do that a person.
He still remembered the day she�d told him. Autumn had, really, been the embodiment of her name. Tall and willowy, with brown hair that had just a hint of red and gold to it, and eyes as blue as the sky. She�d seemed almost delicate to those around her, but Severus knew different, knew a blood hungry killer lurked beneath the pretty exterior.
The Dark Lady, consort to Voldemort himself, among others, and the most feared female witc the their time. More blood stained her hands than some entire families had managed to spill. She�d taken her position seriously and had no time for raising children. Or at least that�s what she�d told him when she showed up at his doorstep one day, holding an infant on the verge of bursting into tears. She�d handed the baby to him, at barely a month old and still lacking a name, then left as quickly as she�d come.
But that was the kind of woman she�d been.
He�d had his doubts about the parentage of the child, until he�d seen the red tears he cried; blood tears. One of the marks of a vampire. So yes, his child; his son.
A frightening concept for any person, especially one who was, by his people�s standers, still a child himself. Not to mention he�d still been in the service of the Dark Lord at the time and hadn�t been too sure the man would take the news he�d fathered a child with his consort well�
And he hadn�t. Severus still had the marks on his back to prove the punishment he�d gone through.
�Yes Chase?�
�The visions are getting worse.� The redhead said softly, not looking up from his work. �I had a seizure in Transfigurations. Nosebleed over supper. And really, is there anything more disturbing than a bleeding vampire I ask you? Like getting blood in isn�t enough of an issue without it leaking out.�
Chase, though nothing like his mother outwardly or in appearance, was a seer, like his mother had been. Seers were chosen by the Fates, who were more legend than fact in this era, and were more often than not subject to visions that could literally rip one apart from the inside.
Autumn was comatose in St. Mungos because of the toll her visions had eventually taken on her body. Severus was loath to admit defeat and allow his son to suffer the same fate just yet.
Severus nodded, silently agreeing. �I�ll try to brew a stronger potion to suppress them. I�ve spoken to Helios, he suggested drinking it with blood may help.�
�Helios thinks anything with blood will help everything.�
Severus snorted. �Well, he�s well over a thousand years old, so I won�t be the one to argue with him.� But the teen had a point. Severus had nevecouncountered a more blood-centric vampire than his second in command.
Nonetheless, Helios was old and loyal and respected. Severus was content to let the elder run things at the Scottish Den for him for�the next hundred years or so. The downside of being who he was, a Snape, was the responsibility to the Vampire Den his great-great-grandfather had formed. They were a royal family of sorts.
In his opinion it was just a pain and work he didn�t need. But to them he was Prince and Leader, two more labels he�d carried with him. He didn�t care much; as long as he had Helios running things in his name he never had any cause to worry.
He pushed his chair back and reached for the cord that hung a meter from his desk. He pulled it and, in a matter of moments, the head house elf was standing before him, wringing his hands and shivering fearfully. Working for two vampires set the house elves on edge.
Severus found he couldn�t blame them for it. He�d been told more than once that he cut a very intimidating figure, and his sanity had been the topic of heated debate among the Magical Creatures Department for quite some time.
And Chase�well, he lacked the ability to curb his tongue and would say just about anything that popped into that mind of his, most of it graphic and unpleasant. (Unpleasant for those around him, not for Chase.)
�Master Snape, Sir, what can Rieur do for you?�
Severus had to confess he�d always found the house elf simpering to be fairly annoying. �I want a bottle of blood wine.� Chase turned, clearly interested. Severus stared at him for a moment, and then addressed the elf again. �And ice cream for him.�
Chase sniffed, looking offended but Severus just shook his head. The last thing he needed was his son to stumble back into school half-drunk, from what he understood his parenting skills were in question as was. Chase sighed and went back to the papers he was grading and Severus couldn�t help but notice that the scratching sound of quill tip on parchment began to increase.
Someone was about to take the brunt of Chase�s frustration.
�How are your studies?�
�Top of my class, per usual.� That was the norm. Severus wouldn�t have stood for anything less than the best from his son, because he knew Chase could do it. The boy thought him harsh at times, but if they ever got a point where he thought Chase couldn�t handle something, he�d back down.
They just hadn�t come to that point yet.
�How�s your puppy?�
�Siri is fine.� Chase said, not bothering to argue the �puppy� comment. Severus had nothing against Siri; he was actually very fond of the other teen, even though he loathed his parents. How Remus Lupin and Sirius Black had managed to spawn an intelligent, even-tempered and well-mannered child he would never understand. �Except for that whole getting expelled thing.�
�Oh?� He was normally all of those things�but underneath Siri was a wolf. He did have claws and teeth when the situation called for it.
�Yes. One of the boys in my year made a comment about Brookridge only being for Purebloods and how Siri�s werewolf heritage made him even worse than Muggle Borns and how the only thing worse than a werewolf, was a half-breed, because a half-breed was a waste of life.�
Severus couldn�t help but bristle slightly, since his own son was certainly not human. Part vampire, part nymph, part human, Chase was nothing short of a mutt. True, Brookridge Academy was an exclusively pureblood school, but in a technical sense Chase (and Siri) meet that requirement.
�And what did Siri do to him?� The elf was back, a silver tray in hand. �I suppose it�d be too much to hope this boy is missing vital organs.�
�Nope, all of his insides are still inside. Barely. Siri tore a nice sized chunk of his arm off though. Very nice blood spray and splatter, in my opinion. It was fascinating to see him change like that. All teeth and claws and fur��
�Don�t drool on those essays.�
Chase rolled his eyes, making a face at him. �I�m not drooling. Unless you think I�ve inherited your soft spot for wolves.�
�I do not have a soft spot for any wolves.� Severus said tone clipped. He handed the bowl of ice cream to the teen who balanced it carefully on his knee. �But it would seem Siri has inherited his father�s temper.�
�Really?� Chase asked, frowning. �I never took Remus for the angry, animalistic, throat tearing type of person.�
Severus decided it best not to mention he�d been referring to Sirius Black, not Lupin, and instead nodded slightly. �You�d be surprised.�
�But you wouldn�t. I�m sure you�ve been privy to that side.�
Severus ignored that, not willing to rise to the bait. Besides, there wasn�t much of a point. He and Lupin had had their affair, though Chase had been little more than an baby at the time, and really wasn�t worth mentioning now that Black had escaped from prison and was, according to Dumbledore anyway, an innocent man.
(But considering that Dumbledore had a hidden agenda, who could be sure?)
Lupin and Black were mates in all but the ceremony, which meant that Severus had, logically, not had a chance in hell with the werewolf. But he�d always been a glutton for punishment was far as his relationship choices went. He liked them dangerous and powerful, teetering on the edge of sanity and not winning the battle back over the ledge, not quite human and, in true masochistic form, wanting someone else.
Autumn had pledged herself to the Dark Lord, Lucius had, for better or worse, married Narcissa, and Lupin was forever bound to Black. He had been little more than a timely distraction for all three of them, when those they craved hadn�t been around to sate their need, and found it didn�t bother him as much as it probably should have.
He was strangely accustomed to coming second in the hearts of those he choose to lay with.
Chase was watching him closely, eyes narrowed in concentration. Severus was willing to bet he was trying to pick up on stray thoughts, as was the talent of their race of vampire. Chase wouldn�t succeed, as his mind was kept under careful lock and key.
Plus Chase had never shown any telepathic ability. Severus doubted it would start to show this late in life.
�I was just wondering why I seem to chose lovers so unwisely.�
�You like to fix people.� Chase said, shrugging. He reached over and snagged his father�s goblet. Snape watched, eyebrow going up, as he drizzled blood wine over the desert, the dark crimson clashing with the pale white.
And not for the first time Severus wondered what Dumbledore�s golden boy would look like decorated in blood, thick crimson splashing over his delicate, pale skin. Skin cut apart carefully, so streams of red could run down, swirling patters over his body. He could almost imagine those cherry red lips parted and-
�Hey! Projecting directly into your impressionable teenage son�s head here!�
Severus blinked mildly. �Sorry.�
Though he would hardly call Chase impressionable. Severus didn�t have a great fondness for children and had lucked out with his son, as Chase hadn�t been a child for a terribly long time.
�Your Potter obsession is borderline creepy you know.�
�I am not obsessed.�
�Of course you are.� Chase muttered, shaking his head. He put the goblet back down and stuck his spoon into the ice cream, mixing slowly. The colors mixed, soon becoming mostly pink with thin swirls of red and white. �I may not be able to read your mind, but I know you.�
�Do you?�
�Yes.� Chase glanced up at him from the corner of his eye. �I most certainly do. And, even if I didn�t, remember, seer. The future is�its like a fairy tale, I heard when I was younger. It�s all jumbled and confusing but�I still remember the key points.�
That effectively gained Severus� attention. �And what are these key points?�
He smiled and Severus could see a hint of fang. �Well now that�d be telling. But you�re obsessed, nonetheless. So what�s up with this tournament thing?�
�It is, like most things that go on within Hogwarts, a sham. There is something going on, but I�m not aware of it yet. Any thoughts?�
�Not really. You know I don�t really understand what I see until after the fact. I�d be happy to loan you my journal though, if you think you may be able to figure out what all of that stuff means.� He shrugged in something close to apology. �What makes you think something is up?�
�Potter is one of the champions.� The second task had just been completed and, as usual, Potter had risked his life to do the right and moral thing� Severus explained the first two tasks briefly, leaving out the fact he�d entertained the idea of tying Potter up and chaining him in the deepest cellar of this very manor, in order to ensure that he didn�t do anything too stupid.
Chase laughed, spoon halfway to his mouth. �It all comes back to him doesn�t it?�
�You make it seem as if I choose him. No, someone wants that idiot boy to break his foolish little neck and die, no doubt. And, being the imbecile that he is, he�s run right into it head first, with Dumbledore supporting him all the way, as if it�s nothing to worry himself over. And, in the meantime, Potter�s grades grow steadily worse and he busies himself fighting with his friends.�
�Sounds like typical teenage angst-ness to me.�
�Because you�re clearly typical.�
�No, but I observe. All of the kids around me, save Siri, are getting rebellious, noticing the opposite sex, or same sex should that rub their wand, making new friends and ditching the old.�
Severus considered that for a moment then shook his head tightly. �All of those children are not Potter. These children haven�t had their lives threatened every year since they turned eleven.�
�Maybe he�s depressed.� Chase suggested lightly. �All that stress�I mean, people are pretty much expecting him to save the world, but he�s not even fifteen, and he certainly doesn�t have the benefit of vampire maturity working for him.�
�Perhaps.�
�Maybe he wants to be dead.� Chase continued, looking down at his nails, which were covered in deep red varnish. �I mean, if this challenge is everything I�ve heard about, this is probability one of the most surefire ways of killings ones self without any questions.�
�Oh?�
�Yep. This thing isn�t exactly a friendly Quidditch match. It reeks of death.� He paused for a moment, eyes growing far away. �Mark my words father, someone will die before it�s all over. Maybe more than one�� He blinked. �I don� know. It got all blurry again. I hate that.�
�You are truly a fascinating child.�
Chase smiled almost serenely and, not for the first time, Severus wondered how two such unrepentantly hole ale and evil people could have made something so�mild. Not exactly good or pure, his vampire heritage made sure he�d never been pure, but far from capable of the evil his parents had taken pleasure in. No blood stained his hands.
�You�re staring.�
Severus sat back in his seat some. �Fascinating.�
He slid down and, Severus could only assume it was on a whim because it wasn�t something Chase had done in years, leaned over and kissed him, brie The Then, with a slight smile, grabbed his bowl and started to walk away, undoubtedly heading for his room to spend the night, before going back to Brookridge in the morning to pursue his studies.
Then he paused and turned to look at him, eyes curious. �It�s you.�
�What�s me?�
�You�re the death in him. You marked him with death�with your touch�� His brow furrowed for a moment. �You�found the darkness in him. And now it wants you.�
Severus wondered, as he choked on a breath he rarely needed to draw, if Chase deliberately choose the most effective words to drive his point home. He swallowed then rose, trying his infamous glower out on the young vampire. Judging by the way Chase looked at him, it wasn�t working.
�What do you mean?�
�You know exactly what I mean.� Chase muttered. �Which is good, because I have
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