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My Fallen Angel	By : crimsonvipera Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 28475 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Hello, Everyone. I know I have to apologise that I�ve disappeared for so long but, and I know I�m not being original, RL was a b***.
I now have the story completed and am in the process of getting it from paper into the computer. I�ve decided, though, that I�ve made You wait long enough so I�m posting every chapter as it is finished, without betaing it first even. If something isn�t doing much sense, please do excuse me.
Also, I have to thank You all for your reviews. They were very inspiring.
I will have to ask You, Janai, to tell me please where exactly you stopped understanding the story so I could explain it, and maybe make some corrections.
Always Yours,
CV

Disclaimer: The world, characters and places used in this story belong to JKR's book Harry Potter. I have no profit from useing them.

Pairing: HP/SS

Rating: NC17

~~Chapter Three~~

Harry got better quickly. Between elvies stuffing him with food and Madam Pomfrey feeding him potions, he was back to normal just in time to go to Diagon Alley for his school supplies on August 31�st.
The day was beautiful: sunny and warm. Harry felt it hard to believe that it could be so peaceful and normal. The war was in full blow. News of murder and rampaging dementors could be heard every day, and yet here, it looked almost as if Voldemort never came back. Ministry issued warnings and posters advertising �Great adventures and high pay in MLE� were hanging in almost every window. People were walking in little groups and a bit faster. Less of them were stopping to chat or gossip. There was a lot of noise still, though, and laughter could be heard in the vincity of WWW. People rushed about with their shopping and some unattained kids were gushing over the new quidditch shop display. Harry and his friends even got their free ice-creams from Mr. Fortesque.
�I thought I was used to people staring, but today�� wined Harry, while digging into his elven chocolate sundae.
After he got better enough to walk and shower on his own, he discovered many changes in his appearance. The most visible was his eyes: the outside corners got a bit higher and they were bigger. But there were small changes to almost every part of his body. All in all, he was leaner and more delicate. He thanked any existing gods that he still looked masculine. Even if it was an angelic kind. It could always help with quidditch, he supposed.
�Usually, it was just kids, who were doing the staring. Today, it was everyone who noticed you.�
�Thank you, Ron. That was really helpful. I wouldn�t have noticed it on my own,� snarled Harry. �What I really would like to know is why are they staring!�
�Um� Well� You look� Eh� Different, Harry�� stammered Hermione, uncharacteristically. �Better. Not that you looked bad before! No� Of course not� Just�� She blushed lightly.� Ugh!.. Never mind!�
�Wait.� Ron lifted his hand as if to stop someone from speaking. �I want to savour this moment. Hermione Granger at lack for words� I�m sure I won�t see that much in my life!� He ducked the smack that she aimed at his head. It landed on Harry�s face. They sat still for a long moment but soon were laughing merrily while Hermione tried to apologize. �The truth is� said the redhead,� that the you-know-what made you look bloody fantastic by all standards and �Mione cherry-topped it with those clothes she made you buy.� He gestured to the unusual amount of bags and packages strewn all around them. �If anyone asked me, though,� he added with a mix of derision and laughter in his voice, �you look like a darker version of Malfoy.�
�Oi! I won�t miss your head, Ronkins!� laughed Harry.
�No, he doesn�t!� said the young witch at the same moment. �Not at all. Could you imagine Malfoy in purple or green? Or in jeans, for that matter?�
�I don�t know about you, but I do not spend my time imagining him in different outfits,� barked Ron.
Harry let his friends banter, while he basked in the warm sunlight and the taste of his ice-cream. His thoughts wandered back to the place they always seemed to nowadays: to his conversation with Dumbledore from a few weeks ago.
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The headmaster came to the ward with a chessboard and a thick book under his arm. A warm smile on his face, he offered to play.
�So, I don�t suppose you were convincing the muggle social services to have a look at the Durslays for the last three days, were you?� he asked, while Dumbledore�s white pawn was thwarted by his black one.
�No, I wasn�t. The services didn�t seem to need much convincing.� Black bishop retreated from the board. �Finding information about your coming of age transformation proved to be somewhat more problematic.�
In his concentration Harry forgot to even be surprised that the old wizard new.
�And what have you found out, Headmaster?� The white knight was dragged out of the field and Harry looked up to see a stern look on his mentors face. �Oh, ok, ok. And what have you found out Albus?�
�I�ve found out that you are a Vanteera, Harry. Check mate,� he added with a benign smile. �Another round?�
�Of course.� The board reset itself. �I missed our games over the summer��
�Me to, my boy. Me too. Severus is far less fun then you are.�
�I�ll take it as a complement, I guess. So, what�s a Vanteera? I�m sure I have never heard about such a creature� Pawn, B4. Should I have?�
�I would be very surprised if you did as it is a seven year material.� Harry snorted at the idea of �surprised� Dumbledore. �Pawn, H3.�
�And what are it�s properties?� The game made him feel disconnected with the subject at hand. �Um� Pawn, C4.�
�They are the rarest creatures in the magical world. The last one on the British Isles was noted in the Elizabethan times. I have only found one book on them.� The wizened man gave Harry an old, leather-bound volume. �I�ve already read it and made myself a copy. You should read it carefully, my boy. If you had any doubts, come to me, I will try to help.�
�Thank you. I will.�
�Read the book or come to me?�
�Both, I guess.� The youth smiled sheepishly.
�For now I will tell you only the basic facts. You will have to read the rest. We don�t have enough time for me to explain everything. Let me start with something that is probably most concerning you: why you became what you are. �Harry leaned in, listening attentively.� I don�t know. The truth is that no one knows why some people turn into Vanteera. What I can tell you is that the creatures are very powerful, protected by strict ministry laws and sexual in nature. Tower, H2�
Harry chocked. He must have heard wrong, mustn�t he? �Um� What do you mean s� s� Um�� Dear Merlin, it was like discussing his love life with his grandfather! He couldn�t even get the word out. Still, at least it wasn�t McGonagall. He shuddered a little, earning himself a curiously raised brow. �What do you mean by that?�
�Apparently, once the Vanteera acquires its real form, its senses start to search for its mate. If the person is found, they bond and the creature derives its power from reciprocative sexual pleasure.�
�A mate? Like in �life long, always together� mate? Like �till death do us part, and no other but you� mate, mate?�
�Yes, Harry,� chuckled Dumbledore. �You have just about summed it up.�
�But� Do I even get to choose? What if my creature side decides that I should be with� Mrs. Weasley?! I couldn�t possibly do that!�
�I seriously doubt that such a situation should happen, Harry, but� Let me put it this way: there is no record of a Vanteera that survived long without its mate.�
Harry opened his mouth to say that it wasn�t fair, that he knew who he loved and who he wanted to be with, but he closed it right back. There wasn�t much sense in fighting destiny. He�d learned that much already. He felt like crying or maybe wrecking a room, but instead he looked intensely on the board. He will have time enough for tears later, when he will be alone.
�Harry? Harry, my boy.�
�Huh? Oh, sorry. I got lost in thought.�
�I could see as much, dear boy.� Albus smiled at him lightly. �I know that you already have a lot to think through, but I have to ask you one more thing.� At Harry�s nod he continued. �Have you, by chance, felt anything out of ordinary lately?�
�Other than everything, you mean?�
�Don�t sound like Severus, please.� The older man smiled and the young man blushed. � I meant� tingles, when certain people are around. Shivers, maybe?�
�Well� Sometimes when the old crowd visits there is this feeling� Like if I had small feathers in my blood. It tingles all over me. Why do you ask?�
�Good, good�� The headmasters smile widened by a fraction. �At lest we know that your mate is one of us, so to speak.� Harry felt his heart rate speed up. Could it be? Dare he hope? �That is fortunate. Very much so, I would say.�
�Yes, well� I don�t know who it is yet. It could still be Mrs. Weasley,� he joked, but at Albus worried look hastened to say, �I was just joking. She was here alone a couple of times. No tingles then. How should I know who it is, though?�
�That is no way to worry an old man, Harry,� but his smile conveyed a completely other story. �What you should do, my boy, is read this book carefully. There are all the answers you are likely to get. But now, I think, you should rest. We will finish this game some other time.�
�I�m not tired. Really, I�m not,� protested Harry. �I�d like to finish this one, if you wouldn�t mind.�
�Of course I don�t mind, dear boy.� Albus sat again.
�Good,� the Vanteera flashed a smile. �I need to play, if I�m ever to get any good at this game.�
�Oh, you are good, Harry. You are!�
�Maybe,� he acknowledged, �but not enough to beat you.�
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�Well, well, well�� Harry ground inwardly. He wasn�t in the mood for �keeping up appearances� with Draco. The feathers has long since turned to raging ants, biting at the inside of his skin, whenever he was inside the castle. He needed this break! �Using glamours now, Potter? You missed a spot, Scarhead.� The blond tapped a finger to his forehead.
�Missing another blow to you empty head, Cockroach?� Hermione stepped in, thankfully. Fists clenched, head tossed back, she looked really intimidating. Draco caught on fast and went into the ice shop, sneering, but without another word. His cronies followed obediently.
Harry was just preparing himself to act more �in character� when Mrs. Weasley appeared, back from her mother-daughter shopping with Ginny. She instantly bustled around.
�Hare you are, dears! Were you waiting long?� Her bright smile made her face glow with youthful energy even though it was marked with wrinkles and worry of the last few years. �Oh, Harry, sweetheart, you shouldn�t eat that!� Before he could say that it was ok, she has already moved on. �Have you seen how horribly expensive books are this year? And Madam Malkin must have taken one over. Ten galleons for robe! At least I only have the two of you this year, thank Merlin for small favours. By the way, have you visited your brothers� shop? I swear, with ideas like that it is really a wonder they haven�t been murdered in their beds yet!�
�Mum! Enough!� The Weasley matron started to dab her handkerchief at Ron�s nose. �I�m not eleven any more.�
�Of course you�re not,� her tone spoke clearly that she thought differently.
�Are we going now, or do you want to have ice-cream too?�
�No, we�re going. Take your bags. Harry! Are those all yours?� He felt his ears get pink when he nodded. He still didn�t like to spend much money when they were around. �Would you like me to help you shrank them?�
�Yes, please. It will be a lot faster that way.� She smiled and together they fitted his belongings into his pockets. He grabbed one of Hermione�s book bags and turned to go� only to bump into someone. �Oh! I�m sorry! I haven�t noticed��
�That�s nothing, really.� The girl smiled absently and went in the direction of the apothecary.
�That was��
�Weird?� supplied Ginny.
�Yeah, only I can�t decide why exactly.�
�Maybe because she was the only person the whole day to ignore you?� Hermione panted a little under the weight of the two bags she was carrying.
�She looked nice, though,� commented Ron.
�I fail to see how she was different from any other,� countered the bushy-haired witch.
�She smelled like potions. Like Snape�s ingredient cupboard,� mussed Harry. Ron made a face.
�Ron! Harry! Girls! What are you waiting for? I still have a dinner to cook!� Mrs. Weasley was already waiting by the entrance to the alley and they run to catch up with her.
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