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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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The only thing Harry could do was act. There was no time to think as everything was happening around him too fast. His heart was beating madly in his chest leaving him to question the possibility of vampires even having hearts, or he would have had the beast bearing down on him not growled in a way that caused spittle to hit his face. Harry felt something snap deep within him as he hissed at the animal above him exposing his own newly exposed fangs. He swung his hand at the creature feeling a sadistic type of pleasure at the blood that flew around him. The beast howled and jumped away from him shaking its head in obvious discomfort and pain. Harry went to run again; just wanting some distance between him and the huge beasts but the bigger tawny one knocked him down again. Pain flashed through his shoulder as teeth were buried into his flesh deep enough to touch bone. A strangled cry left him as his eyes squeezed shut through the pain. A second later he had twisted around to bite into the animals’ ear. The beast yelped and let go of him, swung him up off the ground, and away into the hard, rough base of a thick tree nearby. Harry was surprised that nothing in his body broke on impact and stood crouched against the tree as the two animals began stalking him again. He hissed and growled at them, after spitting out coarse fur that had been left in his mouth from the throw, placing one hand on the ground for balance with the other prepared to swing at them if needed. Their ears were placed flat against their skulls as their hackles were raised as far as they could go and their movements were stiff and calculated. These huge canines meant to kill him if given the chance. Harry growled back at them as light suddenly washed over them. The clouds had drifted away and allowed the moon to shine on them in all her glory through the trees. All three parties froze and all sound disappeared. None of them growled or so much as twitched for what seemed like hours but was only a few seconds. Almost simultaneously the canines lowered their hackles and tilted their heads as Harry collapsed back against the tree. A whine sounded from the bigger tawny canine causing both Harry and the smaller black canine to look at him. Its head was lowered and its tail was tucked securely between its legs but its eyes were wide and filled with fear and shock.
“I…I couldn’t have…What have I…Oh Merlin…”
The tawny beast turned tail and ran off through the trees a split second later. Its smaller black companion turned around in confusion and watched him go barking out after him.
“Moony? Where are you going? Moony!”
Moony. That name triggered something in the more human portion of Harry’s brain. He shook his head, blinking rapidly as his breathing and heart rate continued to race but for an entirely different reason. Confusion settled over him. Where was he? What was going on? Harry felt his fangs retract as images flashed in his head. He looked down and watched as his nails retracted from sharp claws back to normal human nails. His tongue ran over his teeth tasting the blood that still stained them. Moony. Padfoot. Harry started to shake. He had hurt two of the most important people in his life. Remus. Sirius.
“Sirius.”
The black dog turned sharply back to look at Harry with its own frightened expression. Tears gathered in Harry’s eyes. Red tears the color of blood ran fast down his pale cheeks. The dog briskly walked over to him changing in mid-step before enveloping him in the tightest hug he had ever been given. Harry returned the hug burying his face in the shoulder of his godfather.
“It’s not your fault, Harry. We didn’t know…You didn’t know. You were protecting yourself. We’re so sorry, so sorry.”
Harry jerked back from Sirius giving him a wide eyed, fearful look. He was going to say something but the blood steadily rolling down Sirius’ left cheek caught his attention causing him to wince and fill with guilt. The gashes looked deep and he had caused them. He had to heal them; he had to make it better. Harry took a deep breath allowing the sweet scent of the red nectar to fill his senses. Sirius went to move away from him but Harry caught his head in a firm grip.
“Stay” was softly growled as Harry stared into the light blue eyes of his godfather. It had the desired effect allowing Sirius to relax slightly though he still eyed Harry wearily. Harry leaned forward slowly as to not startle Sirius before taking the tip of his tongue and running it along one of the deeper gashes. It was about a half inch deep and ran from chin to the corner of the eye. Sirius tensed and groaned but remained relatively still as Harry continued to run his tongue along and in the gashes that marred his face. It took a few minutes but the wounds eventually disappeared leaving nary a scar behind. His task complete, Harry stepped back and gave Sirius some room to fight off the weak gaze Harry had unknowingly put him under. Sirius blinked a couple of times then just stared at him before bringing him back in for another quick hug before stepping back.
“Your shoulder needs looking at and we both need time to process. Shack?”
Harry could only nod as he allowed a feeling of shock to settle over him. He followed behind keeping in step with his godfathers pace easily. The footsteps of the wolf followed them at a distance and were slow and unsure. Harry rotated his shoulder and winced at the stiffness of it. Moony seemed upset but why when Harry had basically taken a chunk out his ear in retaliation to the shoulder bite. It bothered Harry that he was being calm about this and everything else. Surely he should be crying and freaking out right now. He sighed and allowed Sirius to lead him into the shack and place him on the ragged bed. Everything had been happening so fast that he didn’t even know where to start with processing everything. Harry watched as Sirius muddled around gathering up bandages, clothes, and various vials of thick gel like potions. The movements caused dust to rise from the floor which caught Harry’s attention as each individual speck glittered in the light.
“Take off your shirt and we’ll see about getting that shoulder fixed up.”
Harry winced at his godfathers quiet tone. He could smell the guilt in the air surrounding the man and couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose in confusion as he did as he was told. How did he know what guilt smelt like and why did his shoulder not even twinge? He turned away when Sirius started cleaning the blood off his shoulder to look at the huge tawny wolf that quietly stepped into the room. Moony looked at him with a solemn look and sat by the door.
“It won’t matter, Sirius. I…can’t believe what I’ve done.” Moony shook his head and lowered it until his nose was centimeters from the floor.
“What did you do?” Harry whispered to the wolf barely noticing when Sirius paused to look at him with a confused expression.
“Harry?”
He heard Sirius say his name but was concentrating more on the wolf in front of him. Moony had flicked his ears forward before laying them back down against his skull and closed his eyes. It did not appear as though he realized that Harry had heard him yet.
“The bite of a werewolf… it’s…it acts as a poison to vampires…”
Harry glanced at Sirius who didn’t appear to be hearing the conversation as he just went back to cleaning Harry’s shoulder. Poisonous? He felt fine. Harry turned back to the werewolf and told him so.
“I feel fine, Moony.”
Moony’s ears pricked forward again and his head lifted to look at Harry the same time that Sirius discovered that the bite mark was no longer there.
“Bloody hell. It’s gone.” Moony stood and was by their sides in seconds. He nosed at Harry’s shoulder himself with a whine while Sirius tried to nudge him away. “What’s gotten into you, Moony?”
Moony looked at Harry with ears once again back and eyes narrowed. He wasn’t mad just insanely curious to the event playing out in front of his eyes. Harry didn’t know how he knew that but considered it to be a good thing that he did. “You should be dead.” It was a point blank statement that made Harry wince. It was a statement of confusion with the traces of the previous fear still lacing the edges of it. Nobody had a chance to say anything before Moony convulsed and yelped moving away from Harry. Sirius grabbed Harry up and moved them to the middle of the bed as Moony began to convulse violently and curled up on the floor.
“Merlin…make it stop…make it STOP!”
Moony howled as bones began to snap underneath the furred skin. Harry cried out and tried to get to the changing wolf but Sirius held him tight and wouldn’t let go. He could hear the cries of pain in his head. The wolf was howling on the outside but he could hear Remus underneath it whimpering and crying out from the pain as the fur fell away and the body began to twist back into the shape of a small human body. The process seemed to go on for hours but in truth it only lasted a couple of minutes. Remus was left lying on the floor gasping for breath with a sheen layer of sweat coating his skin. Sirius moved from Harry and went to pick Remus up to move him to the bed. Harry watched as Sirius spelled Remus clothed before disappearing into the small kitchen they had installed earlier in the year. Harry couldn’t help but run a finger along Remus’ hairline until it ended at the ripped skin by the man’s ear. So he hadn’t got the ear, but the skin below it was red and tender as Remus jerked away from Harry’s tender touch. He blinked honey brown eyes open to look up at Harry.
“It’s healed now. Don’t worry about it.” He whispered and brought a hand up to cup Harry’s cheek. “We thought you had been taken.”
Harry lay down beside the hurt man as Sirius came back with a fresh bowl of water as well as a glass filled with the refreshing liquid. It was clear that the man was keeping himself busy as to not freak out. It was similar to Harry though he just wasn’t fully thinking about what had taken place over the past couple of hours. Sirius had Remus drink from the glass before moving to wipe the lingering blood away from Remus’ shoulder and neck. “What do you mean? I wasn’t gone for that long was I?” The two men looked over at him and said nothing. “Look,” he said sitting back up, “I only woke up tonight. Would you fill me in?”
“Harry.” Sirius set aside his tools before looking at his godson again. “You have been gone for almost a week.”
Harry felt his heart finally stop in his shock. It actually stopped as his body went stone still. He didn’t breathe; didn’t need to breathe. A week? He had been gone a week? How when it had only felt like hours at the most?
“Harry. Harry, wake up will you.” Harry jerked and looked at Sirius who looked pale and resigned then at Remus who was giving him a worried but calculating look. He felt his heart jump back into life and he breathed a deep gulp of air.
“Sorry. Really didn’t think it had been that long.” Harry looked away from the two as everything began to slowly sink in.
Remus pushed himself up to lean against the headboard. “Albus will want to hear the news. I don’t have the strength to move back to the castle yet and I do not think it will be safe for Harry to venture out into the sun until we know how it will affect him. Sirius…”
“I know. On my way.” Moments later Padfoot trotted out the door with a brief glance back at the two on the bed. “I’m sorry, Harry. We will figure this out kiddo.”
Harry felt tears spring to his eyes once again. This couldn’t be happening to him. An image of Edge flashed into his mind and everything suddenly came clear. He was a vampire and he may never walk in the sun again. He had to live off blood. He was basically dead. He had hurt his godfathers; had gone all animal like and dangerous on them.
“I… I’m a vampire.” Harry curled up on himself and allowed the red stained tears to flow down his cheeks as he let the musky smell of Remus and wolf envelop him and keep him safe.
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Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk in the Headmasters office staring thoughtfully at the top of his desk. Of all the things he had expected this morning it was not the news of Harry being found last night and even more unexpected was learning that the boy was now a developing vampire. Albus sighed and removed his half moon spectacles to rub at tired, old eyes. This was a predicament that he currently had no idea how to face and wouldn’t until he knew just what type of vampire had gotten to young Harry Potter. He would need to talk with Remus when he arrived to get more details as he knew the wolf would catch the smaller details where as Sirius would not. Albus had sent Sirius back to stay with Harry a few minutes ago and was waiting for his Defense professor to arrive. Fawkes gave a sad, curious trill from his perch causing Albus to return his spectacles and give a small smile to his old friend.
“We will just have to handle this new situation the way we always handle them, Fawkes; one step at a time.” The old wizard moved over to stroke the top of the phoenix’s head. Fawkes gave a slightly happier trill giving comfort to his companion. A knock sounded at the door and Albus gave one last stroke to Fawkes soft feathers before answering. “Enter.” He turned to see Remus closing the door behind him and motioned to the chair in front of his desk which to werewolf took gratefully. “Ah, Remus, you look as though you have seen better days. Tea?”
Remus nodded and accepted the tea that floated to him taking a grateful sip of the warm liquid. “I about took Harry’s head off last night, Albus, of course I’ve had better days.” His voice was tired and scratchy from the transformation and it was evident that the man desperately wanted some time to sleep away his aches and pains. Of course, Remus would put it off in favor of helping Harry; it was just the way he did things.
“I assume Harry is doing alright seeing as you are here?” Albus sat back behind his desk noticing Remus’ slumped and weary posture. The young man definitely held the air of someone that was lost with no idea as to where he was going.
Remus nodded. “I was surprised when the venom of the wolfs bite did nothing to him. He healed like it was a regular dog bite.”
“When it should have poisoned him.” At Remus’ nod Albus ran a hand over his long white beard and looked thoughtful. “Did you notice anything else that seemed off with normal vampire folklore?”
“He had a heartbeat.” Remus replied after taking another sip of his tea. “That was the most surprising, except it stopped when he heard how long he had been gone. His whole body froze up when he realized. His heart stopped, he didn’t breathe, and he was still as a statue. It was almost like he was portraying a scared prey animal trying to hide. Once we brought him out of it his heart rate returned to normal though.”
“Interesting.” Indeed it was. “How does day affect him?”
“The only thing it appeared to do was make him groggy. He even went so far as to put his hand into a ray of light before Sirius got back to the shack. All he had to show for it was a red patch of skin, almost like sunburn.” Remus paused and just stared into his cup of tea. Albus could tell he wanted to say more so stayed quiet for the time being taking mental notes in his head. Werewolf bite had no effect, still had a heartbeat, sun didn’t burn him. Nothing was adding up with normal folklore. He was almost tempted to say that Harry had been turned into some other creature than a vampire.
“He could talk to Moony.”
Albus looked up at Remus with shocked eyes. “What do you mean?”
Remus glanced up before glancing back down at his cup. “Just that it was almost like he could hear what I was saying while I was still Moony. He even responded in ways that made sense, like he had heard my exact words and just wasn’t guessing.”
“That is very special indeed, Remus.” Albus got up and moved to the wall that held books that he had collected over the years. He felt Remus watching him but the other made no sound just patiently waiting for him to find what he was looking for. What he found was a brown leather book with only the letters SAL emblazed on the cover. It was an old tomb which really was no more than a few inches thick, but if he was right then they now had the answer to what young Harry now was. Albus moved back to his desk before opening the small book and scanning a few pages.
“What is it, Albus?”
Apparently, Remus’ patience had run out as curiosity got the better of him. “I have not heard of this species in many years. Many have thought them to have gone extinct but I guess, like a lot of things, we were wrong once again, Remus. Have you ever heard of the Spiritus Animalis Lamia?”
“Spirit Animal Vampires? No, I haven’t.”
Albus smiled as the twinkle became known in his eyes. “Well, Remus, you have just met one of the rarest creatures alive apparently. So rare that only few can ever survive the transition into one. I only know of two in existence today.”
Remus looked confused at the man sitting across the desk from him. “Who are they?”
“Why, Harry and whoever made him, of course.”
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