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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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***Trigger Warning***
There is a brief mention/contemplation of suicide. It is very brief, more like a passing thought, but it is there so heads up.
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It had started like any other year for him. He left the Dursley’s and stayed with the Weasley’s for the last month of the summer, like normal. He collected his books and boarded the Hogwarts Express, like normal. He joined the Welcoming Feast and enjoyed being reunited with his house and friends, like normal. Everything was completely normal, until Edge.
Some could argue that Edge had been the catalyst for all of it. Although, if Harry had never argued with his friends, if Harry had never went to the lake that night, then Edge could not have possibly turned him, right? On the other hand, Edge admitted he had been tasked with killing Harry, not turning him. So if Edge had just done what he had been told to do then maybe Harry wouldn’t feel this way right now. So, in a way, this was Edge’s fault.
This pain, this hurt, this feeling of being torn apart, of being so totally empty he may never feel again, was all Edge’s fault. He should have killed Harry. Harry felt dead now anyway.
If Edge hadn’t turned him though, what then? Harry seriously doubted that he would have gotten anywhere near Severus’s quarters. No way would he have gotten to know the man as well as he did. He sure as hell wouldn’t have fell in love with the snarky bat. Something he had never got the chance to tell Severus. That hurt the most. Did Severus know how much he was loved? Surely he did, right? The man didn’t miss anything but how could he have known? Harry never told him.
Harry felt so alone even though he was surrounded by his friends and family. Was this how Edge felt when his Sire left him so long ago? Maybe not to this degree but if Edge even felt a fraction of this then Harry could understand his motives. Somewhat. It was bad enough feeling this lost just the past few days, weeks, who knows, that Harry couldn’t imagine feeling this for almost an entire century. He was going to have to though, wasn’t he? Even longer because vampires don’t fucking die. They just keep living on, don’t they? There were ways to kill a vampire, sure, but Harry knew he would never have the strength to stab himself in the chest. No matter how bad he felt, he couldn’t force any amount of this pain on his friends. Maybe once they had all passed?
What would happen to Sirius and Remus then? They were tied to him and Edge. They would live just as long. If he died, would Remus die too? If Dante turned into a shell after losing Darius, then what would happen if Remus lost Harry? No, he could not chance taking Sirius’ mate from him.
Harry wanted to blame Edge, he did, but he found he just couldn’t. Edge wasn’t the one that did it. He had been just as worried, just as fraught with sadness and pain, as everyone else in that room. Possibly even more so. Harry wasn’t blind. He saw the hurt on his Sire’s face every time Harry turned him away. Harry was not ready to be healed yet though, not even the tiniest amount. Sure, Edge wouldn’t know he was doing it, but he would, just like the vampire had slowly been healing Draco’s hurt. It was what Edge did. The vampire has felt enough hurt and pain that he doesn’t want anyone else to feel it. Edge may be a vampire, a badass when pissed, and ultra-protective of them all, but he was a healer at heart.
It was that that had Harry believing that Edge would have done anything to save Severus, if he could have. For Edge to come back, empty handed, and broken in defeat, there was nothing else to be done. Harry had seen how protective Edge had gotten over Severus. Edge would not have left Severus if he could have brought him home.
At first Harry had been unable to find Edge. He had first looked in his Sires rooms, naturally, only to find neither he nor Draco were there. He checked in with his godfathers next but they had not seen the vampire since the night before. Edge had not wanted to train tonight due to the full moon so they had shifted and curled up in their rooms. It was understandable, given the last full moon. Apparently, Edge had started spending more time with Draco when he wasn’t with them. Okay, so the two were probably together then. It was then Harry remembered that Draco was going to work on their Potions assignment tonight.
Harry and Edge were now sitting up in the Astronomy tower over-looking the grounds. The moon cast its light over everything creating shadows and making the Great Lake glisten. A soft breeze pulled at their clothes gently. Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Edge shifted with a wince. Harry looked at him confused.
“You doing okay there?”
Edge snorted. “I’ve been better.” He looked at Harry sadly. “How are you holding up?”
Harry shrugged looking back out over the grounds. “Here, that’s about all.” He shifted out of reach when Edge tried to reach out to him. “Please don’t touch me.”
Edge recoiled. His hurt was thick on the air. Harry winced then sighed.
“Not like that. I’m sorry.” Harry looked into Edge’s blue eyes. They were hurt. He had not intended to hurt him. “You heal with your touch. I’m not ready for that. That’s all.”
Edge tilted his head at him a bit. “That’s not quite how it works.”
“You sure?” Harry chuckled dryly. “Draco is doing loads better, way better than anyone initially thought. You may not be doing anything consciously, but you are healing him. Emotional wounds are still wounds after all.”
Edge looked down at his hands like he was seeing them for the first time. “I don’t feel like I’m healing anything. Usually I feel it. It takes conscious effort and it drains my energy to heal others.”
Harry observed his Sire. Edge was paler than normal but his cheeks held the smallest fraction of color; just enough that he didn’t look like a ghost. As much as Edge denied it, he still looked tired, the skin around his eyes dark from lack of sleep.
“Have you been feeding?” Harry asked softly.
“I didn’t for a while. Went longer than I should have but so did you.” Edge looked at him with understanding. “I’ve been using goblets.”
Harry nodded looking away. “Regular?”
“Every night. Draco won’t let me skip.” Edge chuckled fondly. Harry felt himself smile. It was small and sad but a smile none the less.
“I skip, regularly, so me still being pale and sickly looking is normal.” He looked back to Edge. “You shouldn’t be, not if you are drinking every night.” Edge simply looked at him. “Draco also says you are still so cold to the touch. Shouldn’t your temperature be running close to normal with regular meals?”
“Yes, I supposed it should.” Had he really been healing Draco this whole time? Had he been healing all of them without knowing it? Edge stared down at his hands. How was he doing it? Healing had always been a conscious thought for him and only ever physical wounds. He wasn’t even aware that healing emotional wounds was even a thing.
“I wasn’t aware.” He continued in awe. “I don’t even know how I’m doing it.”
Harry watched his Sire closely a few moments before realizing he was telling the truth. Edge really had no idea he was doing it. Harry cautiously reached out and placed his hand over one of Edge’s. Edge startled looking at him in shock.
“Harry…”
Harry shook his head to stop his words. Edge obliged without protest.
Harry could feel a small amount of warmth coming from his contact with Edge. It was warmth that shouldn’t be there considering how cold the other actually was. Draco had not been joking. It was so comfortable, so safe, so warm, and slowly spread along Harry’s fingers and across his hand. It was so subtle, Harry knew it was due to his own Animalis magic that he could even feel it. It reached his wrist before Harry pulled his hand away. Despite not being in contact anymore, Harry could still feel that same energy brushing over his skin.
“Our magic can sometimes react based on our desires, correct?”
Edge nodded impressed that Harry remembered.
“I can still feel remnants of your healing magic even though I am not touching you.” Harry watched Edge look away again his eyebrows creased in deep thought. “You want so much to help, to heal our pain and our sorrow that your magic is literally reaching out to us.”
That revelation filled Harry’s heart with a warmth he had been sure he would never feel again. Sure, it was most likely due to the small traces of healing magic he was being exposed to just sitting by his Sire, but Harry accepted it. He brought it close and held it tight. His Sire would have never purposely hurt him. He would have done everything he could to keep his promise. Harry believed that now with every fiber of his being. He was still hurt, still damaged, and most likely would be for a long time, but he would be able to manage. He had Sirius, Remus, and Edge to fall back on.
Harry felt the warmth tingling on his skin slowly die away. He watched Edge slowly breathe in and out as though he was meditating for a moment longer before Edge opened his eyes. He looked over at Harry.
“Better?”
Harry nodded even though he did miss it. Maybe another day. “I don’t want you to stop caring, Edge.”
Edge gave him a soft smile. “Never, but it is nice to know it is still something I can control now that I know what to look for.” He shrugged. “Who knows, maybe I can turn this healing thing into something more broad, something more useful.” He looked away again a haunted expression on his face. Harry knew where his thoughts had gone.
“It’s always been useful, never think otherwise, besides it shows that even old vampires can still grow.”
“Old?” Edge looked up scandalized. “I’ll have you know that I’m still a teen by vampire standards.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Sure. That explains so much.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Harry snorted. “I saw you and Draco.”
Edge blushed, his skin turning a pale pink, but it quickly faded as he turned away.
Harry noted his irritated expression. “Hey, I think it’s cute, I’m not judging.” He was confused.
Edge shook his head. “It’s not that.”
It took Harry a moment to realize Edge was not going to continue. He sighed. “What is it then?”
“The mark.” Edge ran a hand through his hair with an irritated yet resigned sigh. “Even though Dante is nowhere to be found he still has claim on me. The mark has reminded me of that…painfully.”
Harry stared at his Sire gob smacked. “But he hasn’t wanted anything to do with you for so long! No offense.” He mumbled after his outburst. Edge waved it off. Harry continued. “How can he still claim? That’s not fair!” Harry felt angry on his Sire’s behalf.
Edge leaned back on his hands to stare at the moon. “Doesn’t matter that it’s not complete. Doesn’t matter that he ran off and left me to fend for myself. Doesn’t matter that he no longer wants me. He forever has claim.”
Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “But…can it really not be broken?”
Edge scoffed. “Not by Draco, no offense to him. No human can overpower a vampires mark. Only other way would be to kill Dante.” A pained expression took over Edge’s face. “I’m many things but I could never do that. Besides, I’ve got too much to handle right now; a relationship should be the last thing on my mind.”
Stuck between a rock and a hard place; Harry understood that feeling all too well. “You should be able to be with whoever you want.” Harry shook his head. “Why doesn’t the mark fade when it’s not completed after so long?”
Edge continued to look at the moon questioning the same thing. “I have no idea.”
A thought occurred to Harry. “Edge?” When Edge hummed a response Harry continued softly. “Do you still love Dante?”
Edge was silent. Harry knew he had heard so remained silent as well. He watched the tree tops rustle in the breeze as it passed. It was calming and cool, and yet, Harry felt his chest grow tight. Could someone really love someone else that long? He couldn’t image ever forgetting about Severus now, but surely the heart moves on, right? It had to, didn’t it?
When Edge’s answer came it came on the breeze. So softly it was spoke it barely made a sound.
“Yes, I do.”
Harry was floored. After all that Dante had done, Edge still loved him? How on Earth was that possible? Dante had left Edge, knowing he was claimed, left him alone and scared. Surely Dante knew that Edge craved to be with people. Needed to be with people, yet, he still left. Then he returns, only to lead Edge on for a few weeks, then turns around and actively avoids him. Edge was driven to an act of desperation in turning him because of Dante.
“I can never go back, I don’t want to.” Edge’s voice came softly, pained and full of hurt. “Not now, but I’ve tried, I’ve tried many times to move on, to stop loving him, but they say you never forget your first love. That a part of you will always love them.”
Harry turned to look at Edge to find he had laid back and had covered his face with one arm. “Edge…” Harry lost his ability to use words as his throat closed up in the attempt to stop the tearing he felt building up. If Edge held onto the love for so long, despite everything, how in the world was Harry going to cope? He didn’t want to feel this way forever. He’d go mad.
“What am I doing?” Edge wiped his face. “You don’t need this right now. Merlin, get a grip on yourself, Edge.”
Harry quickly moved to press himself against Edge holding onto him tightly. Edge grunted from the force of Harry landing on him but said nothing and simply wrapped his arms around Harry’s smaller form in return. Edge was holding onto a love that he would never have again. Even almost a century has passed and still it lingers. Dante may still be alive but he is just as lost to Edge as Severus was to him. Edge was so worried about all of them, so worried about healing them, that he never gave one thought to his own healing. How could one man go so long and still hold so much care, so much love in his heart for others?
Harry wasn’t sure how he was doing it, but he pushed his magic into Edge. Edge gasped and quickly pushed his own magic against Harry’s.
“Stop that.” Edge chided.
Harry shook his head stubbornly. “No, I want to help.”
Edge pushed against Harry’s shoulders with a grumble. “You have your own pain to deal with, Harry, I will be fine.”
Harry clung tighter refusing to budge despite Edge’s protests. He couldn’t explain it, but he couldn’t…he… “I need to.”
Maybe it was the sadness in his voice, maybe it was the tears he knew was soaking through the soft shirt he had buried his face into, maybe it was the desperate push and pull of their magic against the other, but Edge eventually relented. His body relaxed under Harry as those arms wrapped themselves back around him and held him close. Harry felt a nose burrow into his hair and knew from the pattern of breaths that Edge was crying too.
Together they clung to each other as their magic danced back a forth between them in a bid to warm the other. It was safe. It was comfortable. Nothing would take the scars away; the pain of lost loved ones, but they would heal, eventually, together, as best they could. Harry wasn’t alone, even though it felt that way right now.
Right now they needed to focus on finishing this war. The raving lunatic that called himself The Dark Lord needed to be vanquished and Harry would see to it. Maybe then, some of this pain would fade. Maybe then, Harry could allow himself to heal.
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