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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 could not believe what his ears were hearing. Or maybe it was his brain functions that were confusing the actual words being said with something else. That had to be it. The delicate potions he was working with earlier had gone to his head. There was no way the Harry Potter brat had actually gotten himself turned into a vampire. Then again, the idiot had a natural flare for trouble. It would be the kind of thing he would do. Even worse was the old man, with his twinkling eyes and flamboyant robes of purple, telling him that the boy was going to be staying with him for the rest of the year. His ears had to be deceiving him as surely he couldn’t come up with this on his own. Dumbledore, the old coot, had gone completely mad.
“No.”
“No?”
Severus crossed his arms over his chest as Albus continued to smile at him with that all knowing smile. He resisted the urge to curse the man. “That is what I said. I will not have that sorry excuse for a wizard invading my private quarters.”
Albus threaded his fingers together and rested his chin on them, the twinkle in his eyes only getting brighter. “I was unaware that I was asking, Severus.”
“And I was unaware that you had gone so far off the deep end as to think I would actually allow that silly child into my home.” Severus sent a glare of death at the old man calmly sitting at his desk. He has done a lot for Albus Dumbledore, even gone so far as to risk his very life every single day, but this was just too much. It was not going to happen.
“Severus, I am afraid that you have no choice.”
“No choice! Who the hell do you think I am? It’s already bothersome enough to teach the dunderheads and I refuse to actually live…”
“Severus.” Albus’ voice was stern and stopped Severus before his rant even got started. He glowered at the old man as a hand was motioned for him to sit back in his chair. Severus sat back down slowly as he got his breathing back under control. He resisted the urge to huff at the man like a petulant child. “Harry’s situation is very delicate at the moment and I believe that he would be safer elsewhere other than Gryffindor Tower. This is for his safety as well as the other students.”
Severus growled under his breath. “And what of my safety, Headmaster? Potter may be a boy, but even I am not stupid enough to think I can take on a vampire.”
“Maybe not a fully fledged one, but Mr. Potter is still a young fledgling. I’m sure you will be able to handle him for now.”
“And what of the Sire? Surely, you do not expect him or her to just sit back and let us keep the boy.”
Albus nodded looking deep in thought. “Precautions will need to be made of course, but in the mean time, Severus, I want you to take the boy into the dungeons and keep him safe. Continue his lessons. I will talk with his other professors and set up times for him to meet with them for their particular subject.”
Severus had no choice but to sigh and agree with the old man. That did not mean; however, that he had to like it. His body was tense when he was finally dismissed from the Headmasters office. He knew that nothing good would come of this, nothing good at all.
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Harry stood shocked by the small brown couch that he had just stood from. Dumbledore was making him stay with Snape! He must be mad. As if he wasn’t miserable enough already, the slimy bat was sure to make his life hell. They hated each other; how could they be expected to live together?
“Why?”
“It would be safer for you in the dungeons, Harry. There would be less chance for sun exposure…”
“Safe for everyone else you mean.” Harry cut across Remus who remained sitting calmly in the matching arm chair. Sirius had yet to move from beside the fireplace where he had been standing when Remus had told them what Dumbledore had decided. “Face it Remus, I’m a danger to everyone around me now.”
“And I’m not?”
Harry winced but didn’t back down. “At least you don’t have the constant thirst for blood.”
Remus cocked his head to the side mimicking the canine that he hid within. “Whoever said I didn’t have a constant thirst? It may not be for blood itself Harry, but the thirst to rip and tear is still there.” Harry felt shock at what he heard coming from the tawny haired man sitting in front of him. He had never heard Remus talk about his condition this way; so calm and matter of fact. “It will get easier to handle over time as you learn to control it. This solution is only temporary.”
Harry sighed. Of course Remus would have a point. If Remus could control his creature then Harry could eventually learn to control his. “But why Snape? Why can’t I stay with you guys? I did the last two days.”
“Exactly.” Both Harry and Remus jumped as they had forgotten about Sirius even still being in the room. “He was safe enough then, so why does he have to stay with Snivellus?”
Remus sighed. “Like I said earlier, there is less chance to sun exposure in the dungeons. It may not burn Harry like it would other vampires but it can still hurt him. That and Snape is, admittedly, more capable of protecting Harry should his Sire show back up.”
“Protect? Snape is more likely to kill Harry then protect him!”
Harry zoned them out at the mention of his Sire. He had not heard nor seen Edge since he had woken up. Hell, he hadn’t even truly been to sleep yet. It was more like cat napping that he did during the day when his body called for it. Frankly, he had become a very light sleeper. Harry missed Edge and was afraid to admit that to anyone. He knew that Edge could be dangerous to him, and probably working for Voldemort, but there was just something about the man that screamed ‘lonely’ and ‘lost’. There was a pull to go to the other vampire that Harry knew came from Edge being his Sire but he still wanted to see Edge again. He wrapped his arms around himself as the feeling spread. He wanted, no, needed to see Edge.
“Harry?” Harry jerked and felt as though he had just emerged from under the Great Lake. “His Sire is calling to him.”
Sirius looked over at Remus as Harry blinked at the werewolf. “How do you know that?”
“Vampire Sire’s and werewolf Sire’s have the same link to keep track of their younglings. I would react the same way when Greyback would try calling for me but it was more of a trying to hide reaction.”
“Wasn’t that what I was doing?”
Sirius shook his head. “Harry, it was almost like you were cradling a warm blanket to you.” The man looked paler than when he had come out of Azkaban.
Remus stood from his chair looking every one of his years and then some. “It’s only natural, Sirius. His Sire was kind to him; there is no reason to be afraid of him. Come on Harry, I’ll go with you to Snape’s rooms.”
Harry nodded and followed Remus out of the rooms with Padfoot trotting at their heels. Curfew had just taken effect so they were sure not to meet anyone on their way. The night was still young for Harry and the need for food was beginning to bite at him. He had kept himself from eating since the last time regardless of the efforts of his godfathers. He knew he had to eat but he just didn’t think he could handle it if he went too far and hurt one of them again. So, he had hunted for mice, disgusting as it was, after he discovered that regular food, while it tasted even more wonderful than before, did nothing to sustain him. Harry shivered as he remembered the harsh, tart taste of the mice blood. It had been disgusting and he had only brought it back up minutes later and it only tasted worse then. It didn’t help that he felt an overwhelming feeling of guilt afterwards like he had just killed a family member. Harry hadn’t hunted anything since. A sharp pain whispered through him at the thought of sweeter blood and he placed a hand on his stomach to try and calm it. Padfoot whined beside him as they stopped in front of a door. Harry gave the dog a reassuring smile as Remus knocked. Moments later the door flew open and Snape stood there looking as livid as he ever did.
“Get in. The mutts stay outside.”
Padfoot growled the same as Harry. Snape sneered at Padfoot and went to grab Harry to pull him in. Harry heard the frustrated pounding of the man’s heart and could see the pulsing in the pale wrist as the sleeve was pulled up just enough when Snape reached for him. Remus noticed the change first and grabbed Harry by the back of his neck and forced him inside the Potions Master’s rooms. The vampire in Harry reacted harshly to the rough treatment and attempted to bite and scratch the werewolf that held him. He wanted the other man; so frustrated and pale. He smelled of earthen herbs and other things that Harry was far too gone to even try to lay name to. Harry struggled knowing that his eyes had switched their color from emerald to gold and his fangs were clearly present. Sudden liquid, thick and warm, spilled into his mouth and he latched on with only instinct to guide him. There was yelling but he could not make out what it was due to the buzzing in his ears.
Harry gripped at his godfather’s wrist like it was a lifeline. Remus kept a tight hold on the boy even though he appeared strained to do even that. Sirius held Harry’s head in a gentle but firm hold as he allowed Harry to feed from him. Severus stood stunned at the scene before him even though he kept his features under control. Harry was oblivious to it all. The blood was sweet and ran like nectar down his throat as he swallowed. His teeth were out though he didn’t use them other than to keep the wound freshly open. He growled and gripped the arm tighter when Sirius went to move it away but a quick bite to the ear from Remus had him jerking away to snap sharp fangs at Remus’ face. Remus dodged him easily and even snapped back with a growl of his own. Severus watched from beside the closed door as Black sank down into one of his chairs while Lupin and Potter had their growling match. Anger settled in his stomach as the shock of the situation wore off.
“Get out.” Potter and Lupin looked at him first each with golden eyes of a different color; Lupin with honey brown gold of the wolf and Potter with bright green gold that he had never seen before. Severus felt himself falling into those eyes knowing he would never get back out if he did. The brat was trying to pull him under. The nerve of the child lit the anger further. He walked over and pulled the boy away from Lupin hexing them both when they went to fight him. Severus watched with a certain amount of glee when they came back to their senses. “Get your mutt Lupin, and get out of my rooms.”
Harry shivered at the tone his professor used and watched Remus gather up Sirius before walking out of the room after placing a glamour on the other man. Guilt settled in Harry once again making his depression over their leaving even worse. He tried to ignore it though as he licked the blood from his mouth, with a slight grimace and a sharp pang of guilt at losing control again, and took a deep breath of the air around him. It had become normal for him to do this in each new room the past two days serving as a way to filter smells and emotions every now and then. Harry could smell the leather of the cushions on the chairs and sofa, the burning of the wood in the fireplace that calmed him down somewhat. Then there were the smells of potions and each of their individual ingredients that were faint as they were carried as a part of the dark haired man himself. Speaking of Snape, there was a heated smell about the man telling of his anger and frustration with the whole situation. Harry couldn’t blame him, but he still glared as the man just led him to his room, told him to stay put, and slammed the door closed. Yes, Harry sympathized with the man when it came to the situation they had both been put in, but that was as far as any common feelings went.
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The room was dark; the only light coming from the fireplace. Voldemort sat in a tall back cushioned chair in front of it making the light dance around the chair. His snake lay curled around the chairs feet with the only movement coming from her soft breathing of sleep. A normal human would have never noticed it. Edge stayed hidden in his dark corner of the room watching as Wormtail, the pathetic excuse for a human, sniveled around at his Master’s feet. He sneered in disgust and hatred of the little man.
“What are we going to do about the vampire, my Lord?”
Edge tensed briefly but relaxed as he realized they had no idea he had stayed within the room. They thought he left when he was dismissed. Oh, how wrong they were.
“He is easy enough to control with the right leverage, which I have.”
“The Potter boy? My Lord, if you wouldn’t mind me asking, how is that leverage over a vampire?”
“Do you question me, Wormtail?”
“No, of course not, my Lord, forgive me.”
Edge felt a growl building in the back of his throat. What about Harry? He forced himself to remain still. If it was one thing he had learned in the past few months, it was that the filthy snake liked to boast his plans when he thought he was getting away with them. Edge noticed Nagini move as she woke from her slumber but was not worried about the snake. She would not tell of where he was but it soon became clear that the two legged snake was not up to boasting tonight. Edge gave an annoyed silent huff and flitted out of the room and out of the Malfoy Mansion. He would wait patiently for his contact at the edge of the woods until she came out to hunt at her normal hour. That was one thing he liked about true snakes; they never changed their routine.
*What are his plans for Harry?*
*Ssso russshed. Ssso pussshy.* Nagini hissed at him as she slithered past. Edge was not in the mood for her games tonight. *Nor am I yoursss, living death.*
Edge bristled at the nickname she had given him. *I want to know.* He never moved his lips; he had no requirement to do so. Their conversation was purely in their minds.
*I do not know what hisss plansss are.* she stopped to push herself up to look him in the eye. *All I know iss that he plansss to keep the boy away from you.*
*That was not the plan, Nagini.* Edge growled feeling his protectiveness begin to overtake him.
Nagini moved herself in the snake equivalent of a shrug. *I know not, living death, asss he hidesss himssself even from me now. Ever sssinccce you came.*
Edge cursed. Figures. He reached out and rubbed Nagini under her chin and told her where the small deer was that he took down for her earlier that evening. That was their bargain. He hunts for her and she covers for him. It always angered him what the humans had done to the reputation of the snakes; making them out to be liars and cheaters when they were one of the most loyal animals on the planet. That was if you treated them right with the respect they deserved which was something Voldemort did not do.
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