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The 'Normal' Life of Harry Potter	By : darkpyroangel06 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I�m not making any money off of this. I don�t own Harry Potter. Wish I did. Then we�d see a little more HPSS action. Oh yeah...

Note: This is an AU fic. And I don�t care what happened in HBP. I started writing it before, and even though a lot happened in that book this fic isn�t changing. You no like it? Don�t read. Also, this is a yaoi fic which means it has guy on guy action. You no like? You no read! It�s really that simple. It�s also a vampire fic because I have this obsession with vampires. Again, you no like? You no read it! Anything else? It�s a big AU. There�s no way (even if for some reason Harry and Sev did get together in the real books) that they would be vampires and that they�d act the way they do here. Sorry for killing their characters but I have warned you... -dpa06-
-Chapter Three-
Harry was having the most wonderful dream. He was reliving his life, although a bit faster than normal, with his real parents. They hadn�t died. Voldemort wasn�t trying to kill him every few months. It was his eleventh birthday now, and a tawny owl flew in the open backdoor to deliver his Hogwarts letter. He�d been waiting for this ever since he could comprehend what his father was saying when he told about his own days at the school. Suddenly, he was in school being sorted. Gryffindor. He was going to be in the same house as his dad! No one knew him, and he had no scar. It was perfect.
There was no Philosopher�s Stone, no Elixir of Life or evil Professor Quirrel. Ron Weasley was his best mate still. He was still picked for the Gryffindor House team and became the youngest seeker in a century. He still got a Nimbus Two Thousand, but this time it was from his mum and dad. He won the House Cup because of the Quidditch matches. Snape was still a git, and hated him because of his father however. His twelfth birthday came: a surprise party with the Weasleys. Second year brought a friendship with Hermione Granger after defending her from some Slytherin thugs. No Chamber of Secrets, no giant basilic to fight. Although he did find out he was a parselmouth from some garden snakes at Hagrid�s hut.
Third year didn�t bring his escaped convict of a godfather because he was already there. It did, however, bring in his �other godfather� and werewolf Remus Lupin who�d been away on assignment for Dumbledore to meet with various werewolf packs to try to convince them that things would get better before they got worse if they just trusted the Headmaster. It had been ten years since Harry had last seen Remus and he barely remembered him. Draco was still a prat, and he still insulted the hippogriff Buckbeak. Hermione, Harry, and Ron used a timeturner to save the creature. Fourth year was much the same however. Someone was trying to be funny and put his name in the Goblet of Fire. And he was chosen. James, Lilly, Sirius, Remus, Harry, everyone raised hell about it but nothing could be done. He had to compete.
He kicked butt, of course. Cedric didn�t die, but he was rather upset when Harry was declared the overall winner since he reached the cup first and decided they should both take it. Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour were still miffed about both of the Hogwarts students winning, and even more so that the fourth was declared overall winner. They never did find out who put his name in the cup... Fifth year. His parents went away on holiday while Remus and Sirius stayed behind and babysat him much to Harry�s horror. He was fifteen years old! He didn�t need a babysitter. Then school started and he was in classes and his tower.
The new DADA teacher was still murder: Professor Umbridge. She had it out for him it seemed. She banned him from playing Quidditch for life when he and Draco Malfoy got in a fight after a match. His parents wrote by owl saying they were coming home from holiday and would come for a visit for Christmas Holidays since he wanted to stay at Hogwarts that year with the Weasleys and Hermione. However, when Sirius went to retrieve their things and Apparate back with them, he splinched himself and died. He knew something was up when he was pulled out of potions to Dumbledore�s office to meet with his parents and Remus.
When they told him, he burst into tears and was given the day off. Umbridge gave him detention for missing her class even though he tried to explain that the Headmaster had given the day off because of his godfather�s death. She made him write lines that etched the words into the back of his hand: I will not tell lies. When his parents came to see him play in the match against Ravenclaw they were horrified to find out about the lifelong ban on Harry and the detention. They immediately leapt into action, getting Umbridge fired and put in Azkaban as well as getting Fudge removed from office. It was a pretty nice year, despite his godfather�s death and Slytherin winning the House Cup.
Sixth year allowed Harry to continue playing Quidditch as well as find out various things about himself. Like the fact that he didn�t like girls in that way. And that this year�s DADA professor, Professor Malinquet, was a good teacher. She knew about the Dark Arts and taught them real things. She had no bigotries when it came to different creatures and only gave the facts as she knew them or as the book told them. Potions, for some reason, wasn�t so bad that year. Snape didn�t hate him, and that worried Harry. He found that he was rather attracted to Seamus Finnigan and they dated for a while. It just wasn�t... there. Harry was worried about telling his parents, but found he didn�t have to because Remus did it for him. And they weren�t upset or anything.
Seventh year was horrible. NEWTS were kicking his arse. Luckily, Hermione was still one of his best friends and she got him through it. The main reason he needed her help was because he�d found something more interesting to concentrate on during potions: Snape. He didn�t realize it at first, but he was finding himself staring at the man more and more. And liking what he saw. He quickly fire-called Remus and asked if he could come for a visit one weekend, and Remus agreed. They talked like he and Sirius used to talk. It was decided that nothing was to happen until after he had graduated, as student/teacher relationships were not smiled upon. They weren�t illegal, they just didn�t make everyone happy either.
So on the night of graduation, Harry approached his now ex-professor and told him of his feelings. Snape, Severus now, agreed to give it a chance. A little over two years later they were married. It might have been sooner had James not blown a gasket when he found out who his son�s amazing new boyfriend was. His life with Severus was wonderful. They had three kids: two girls and boy. One of the girls and the boy were even twins! There were no death threats, no vampirism, no nothing to destroy the perfect image.
But that was just a dream. And he didn�t have that life. So as Harry returned to the waking world, he thought about what he�d seen while asleep. Beside him, Severus was awake and talking to him, wondering why Harry was not responding to his questions. He waved a hand in front of his childe�s face, called his name, even shook his shoulder. When he refused to respond, his leaned over and bit into his neck lightly. That got his attention.
�My apologies,� Severus said without feeling. �You weren�t responding, and I was... concerned. What is it that is troubling you Harry?�
�My dream.�
�Was it a vision? Do you want me to call Albus?�
�No, no nothing like that. I had a dream, a real dream. I dreamt of my life if Voldemort had never existed. My parents had never died and I wasn�t The-Boy-Who-Lived. There was no Philosopher�s Stone, no Chamber of Secrets, my godfather wasn�t an escaped convict. There was still the Triwizard Tournament, but Voldemort wasn�t behind the scenes trying to kill me again. Umbridge was still in my fifth year, and Sirius still died but it was in a splinching accident not at the Ministry. Fudge was evicted and Umbridge sent to Azkaban. I found out that I liked blokes and not girls my sixth year, and fell in love with you my seventh. We got married and had three kids and life was great. My dad even gave you his blessing. Eventually.�
�So what is wrong with this dream of yours? Why does it have you acting as you are?�
�I saw so much that could have been had that bastard just stayed dead,� Harry hissed, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Now that his back was to Severus, he could say the rest of what he�d been thinking about. �I realized that I�m not terribly upset about having to stay here with you, about having to be... close to you like I do.� A fierce flush covered his face. �Our wedding was wonderful with all of our friends and family there. And our honeymoon in Ireland... I want that, all of it.� Quickly, he left the room to get something to eat.
Severus stayed on the bed thinking over his childe�s words. He said he wanted what his dream gave him, everything it gave him. I may not be able to bring his parents back, or keep Voldemort and the Death Eaters from trying to kill him at their convenience, but I might be able to do some of the other things. He waited a little longer before dressing and relocating to the kitchen to join Harry in some breakfast. They talked casually before Sev had Harry sit sideways on his lap to feed. And it was like this that he reciprocated Harry�s actions from the night before.
�Maybe,� Harry panted after he broke from feeding, �maybe my dream wasn�t a complete dream after all.�
�Indeed.�
* * * * *
Harry sat on his bed, reading another letter from him friends. He wished he could tell them about him, about what happened, and what was happening right now. He�d been sitting there since he woke that morning to find Severus already gone. He was brewing potions; Harry could smell them. Hedwig had arrived shortly after he�d gotten dressed with his letters from Ron and Hermione. He�d already read them several times each, and was now deciding what to write back. Their letters were starting to sound the same every time. If Harry didn�t know any better, he�d think they�d been photocopied.
They want to know about me, he thought. I can�t tell them. And that hurts them. We tell each other any- and everything. But I can�t. Sev said I wasn�t ready. Sometimes I wish I could just tell him to stuff it somewhere and do whatever I want to. But the whole vampiric nature thing makes me want to obey him. And even without the vampiric nature I�d still want to obey him. Just not all the bloody time! With an aggravated sigh, Harry began to reread Ron�s letter.
Dear Harry,
What�s going on mate? We haven�t heard from you in a long time. And when we do get a letter from you, you always say that you�re okay and not to ask questions. How can you ask that of us? Where are you? Who�s there with you? And don�t say no one because I know you man. Someone�s there and I want to know who it is. I don�t care, I just want to know. You�re worrying Hermione, and mum, and everyone else. They miss you. Are you sure you�re okay? What can we do to help you? And don�t say nothing. There has to be something we can do. We�re family Harry, don�t forget that. And whatever�s going on in your life, we can help you. We won�t judge you if it�s something bad, man. I know Hermione�s writing the same thing, but we do miss you and we are worried. Whatever�s going on in your life right now isn�t something you need. It�s pushing you away from your friends and family. Let us help you man.
�You know, it�s usually around this time that you�ve come to me for your third or fourth feeding,� Severus said from the doorway, making Harry jump from his spot on the bed and turn to look at his sire. �Something wrong? Or were you just not hungry? It could mean your cravings are waning, which is a good thing.�
�No, I mean yes but...� Harry stammered for a second before stopping. �Yes, I realize that I should have come to you, but I only just now realized it. I got new letters from my friends and I was wrapped up in them. No, nothing is wrong. No, my feedings aren�t waning because I am hungry. I was just able to push the cravings to the back of my mind. I knew they were there, but I was more focused on the letters. I don�t know why though. They say the same things. �Are you okay? Let us help you. Where are you? Who�s with you? Don�t lie to us, we know something�s up.�� He sighed. �It�s getting tiresome, but I can�t tell them that. Then they�ll really freak and start looking for me.�
There was a moment�s silence. �You know, if you can push your cravings to the side like that to concentrate on something more important, taking that teaching job won�t be any problem. It�s almost time for term to start. You would be able to be around more people and the students without having to worry as much. You can keep your cravings in check until you can get to me. You can even put them off until the end of class or some other time, like say we�re at a game or in Hogsmeade.�
�Maybe,� Harry agreed quietly, turning back to his letters. Then an idea came to him. �And maybe I could see Ron and Hermione now! Since I don�t have to worry about jumping them for blood. I stopped counting Professor McGonagall�s-�
�Minerva, Harry. She said to call her Minerva.�
�Fine. I stopped counting Minerva�s heartbeat last week. It�s only if I�m really hungry that I revert to my fledgling ways. Please Sev? Can I see them please? Here. And you can be here. And tell them when to leave, or to shut up if they get too irritating. Within reason,� he added hastily, seeing the glint in his sire�s eyes. �Be reasonable Sev. They�ll be two Gryffindor, ex-students that you never really liked to begin with. You have to give them some credit. And let me speak before you jump them for something they say. You know how Ron is: talk first, think later. Way later.�
Severus didn�t like it. And that was an understatement. But after seeing Harry beg and promise all sorts of things, not to mention the look in his eyes and the fact that he�d been asking for weeks... With an audible sigh, Severus relented. And his arms were suddenly filled with Harry as he hugged the older man and thanked him profusely. �But,� Severus said, watching as the younger man froze in his arms, �not until next week. And you have to do the dishes every night until then.�
�Deal!� Harry said eagerly.
* * * * *
�They�re coming!� Harry said excitedly as he ran around his room getting dressed. �They�re coming today!�
�They won�t be seeing much but a dead body if you don�t get back in bed,� Severus growled. �It�s not even six o�clock in the bloody morning!�
�Well... That�s... I...�
�Get. Back. In. Bed. Now.�
Begrudgingly, Harry took off the robes he�d been in the process of putting on and climbed back in bed. When he kept squirming around, trying to find a comfortable position, Severus lost his temper. First, he was up earlier than need be. Second, two idiot (well, one idiot, one annoying smart) Gryffindors were coming to his chambers in his dungeons. Third, Harry wouldn�t stop moving. Damn it was going to be a trying day. But there was one way to handle two out of three of his problems. Quickly, he pinned Harry to the bed using his body weight to keep his childe down.
�Stop. Moving. Go to sleep!�
�Can�t. �m too excited.�
�Excited, are you? And what if I do this?� He ground his hips down and upward, effectively thrusting his arousal into Harry�s quickly growing one. A moan was his answer. �Or this?� He lent down and ran his tongue lightly up the throat that was before him. Another moan. He transferred the hands he was holding down to one hand and used the other to quickly sweep over the places he knew worked Harry up. This time, Harry�s moan was accompanied by a slight buck from his hips. Sev�s hand moved downward to cup and palm Harry�s now hard erection through his sleeping pants. �And what about this?�
�Oh Merlin, yes!�
�How about this, Harry?� Sev whispered in a deep voice, bending down to kiss his childe. Instead of the lips Harry was expecting, something cold and smooth hit his lips and something wet slipped into his mouth. He only just realized it was a potion when he�d swallowed over half of it. Severus made sure he swallowed the rest before getting off of Harry. �That was a Dreamless Sleep Potion. I had a feeling you were going to need it. Now go to sleep. I�ll wake you at a reasonable time.�
�That�s... not... fair...� Harry fell asleep.
�Finally. Now I can sleep.� But try as he did, Severus could not fall back to sleep. An hour later, he moaned to himself over his predicament and then got out of bed. �I will kill him. I should owl his friends and tell them Harry is sick and cannot be seen today. No I can�t. The brat would die.� He started the shower and got in. Quickly he bathed and washed his hair. Then he got dressed and began making breakfast for him, his childe, and his childe�s idiot friends. �Better wake him up or he�ll never forgive me.� Although it took a while, Severus finally had Harry up and back to his normal, bouncing self. He went back to the kitchen and placed a warming charm in the food as Harry dressed.
�I�m ready!� Harry announced as he ran into the living room to wait for his sire to lead the way to the Entrance Hall where they would meet his friends. For the first time in... how long had it been? Only two, maybe three months since he was turned, but he hadn�t seen his friends for a while before even that. Nearly six months since he�d last seen his friends. This revelation made Harry want to see his friends even more. �Come on Sev,� he whined.
�Let�s set some rules before we go,� Severus said, teaching persona in full gear. �My name is Severus. That is all you are allowed to call me around your friends. You will not sit in my lap, and you will refrain from making cute eyes or stupid looks at me. In fact, you can stop doing that altogether. No strolls down memory lane that include me, and no embarrassing acting from you. Understand?�
�Perfectly! Now can we go?!�
�Not yet. Feed first. You haven�t since you woke and I don�t want to have to leave the room because your craving is too much to handle. It�s bad enough they�re here under my watchful eye, but if I were to leave the room?� Severus shuddered at the mere thought of it. �So feed. And quickly.� He sat in a large, cushy chair and placed his arms on the armrests so Harry could sit in his lap. Harry did so quickly, bringing the blood to the surface as fast as inhumanly possible and then drinking as fast as he dared. He tried to keep it as non-sexual as possible but it was still hard. And so was he when he finished. �Fine, if you�re that impatient we�d better go.�
Harry ran ahead of him, always stopping before rounding the next corner to wait for his sire. He was acting like a little puppy, and it was making Severus sick. �Stop it,� he growled before reaching the Entrance Hall level. �Calm down or I�ll send them away.� Harry immediately toned his hyper-enthusiasm down and walked beside the potions master. �Better. There they are. See? Perfectly fine they are.� Harry didn�t hear him though: he was already running to meet Hermione halfway with a hug that would have killed them both had Ron not interrupted with his own �manly� hug as he called it.
�Where have you been?!� Hermione asked happily.
�Here,� Harry answered, his smile just as big.
�Why?� Ron asked.
�I�m going to be teaching Defense!�
�Really? That�s great Harry!� Hermione said, hugging him again.
�Why�s he here?� Ron asked, looking over Harry shoulder.
�Who? Severus? Well, there�s more to the story than the fact that I�m teaching. Come on, there�s breakfast in my chambers.� Harry took Hermione�s hand and shoved Ron�s shoulder as Severus huffed about that last comment. His chambers indeed. �Come on you two. Lots to share! And breakfast. I have hot food waiting.� That got Ron moving again. Neither seemed to notice Severus following or the fact that they were in the dungeons until Harry stopped in front of a portrait to open the door.
�Harry, mate, why are you living in the dungeons? And why is he following us?�
�Told you,� Harry said, keeping his head down to cover his blush, �there�s more to the story than just my new career.�
�Come on Harry, you can tell us anything,� Hermione coaxed.
�Just eat a little bit of something first. Please?� So they did. Everyone sat down and ate, although Severus ate in the living room to be polite and give them some space. Okay so he really just couldn�t stand being at the same table as three chattering Gryffindors. Either way, Severus was eating in the living room.
�I can�t eat anymore until you tell me what is going on Harry Potter,� Hermione said, taking that voice with her dark-haired friend. �Why are we in Professor Snape�s chambers? That�s where we are. Books and journals on potions, a potion cabinet, and Slytherin green carpets. I want answers.�
�Oye! She�s right Harry! Why are we here?!�
�Calm down you two,� Harry said, his eyes flashing over to where Severus was sitting and watching. �There�s a good explanation for everything, you just have to promise to listen to me before jumping in with anything. Okay?� They both nodded in acquiescence. �After school, I went in hiding and lived on my own. I didn�t use Fidelius, and I didn�t change my appearance or anything. I just wanted to be alone for a while. Well, about two months ago Voldemort captured me again.�
�Oh Harry, that�s horrible! Are you okay?�
�No, he died last month and that�s why you�re here: so he can tell you,� Severus snarled sarcastically. �Of course he�s fine Ms. Gran- Mrs. Weasley. Otherwise, he�d not be sitting in front of you today. And I do believe you agreed to not interject?�
�Sorry,� Hermione said with a small blush. �Continue.�
�Thank you. Both of you. As I was saying, I was captured and tortured. The usual. Only this time, Voldemort meant to kill me. And he did. Kill me I mean. Malfoy and LeStrange were there, as was Severus. He-�
�You were there and you let that bastard kill Harry?!� Ron roared.
�Yes,� Severus said, rolling his eyes. �Because jumping out and saying �Please don�t hurt Harry Potter, Sir, he�s supposed to kill you sometime soon� would have helped so much more. And if you haven�t noticed, Harry is still sitting before you right now. And stop butting in!�
�Yeah,� Hermione said, �he�s still alive. So how did Voldemort kill you, Harry?�
�Severus, please calm down some. And I�m not... really... alive.� Severus snorted. �Oh shove it! You think you can do this better, Mister High And Mighty?�
�As a matter of fact,� Severus said, standing up to face the two confused faces. �Harry isn�t alive. Voldemort did kill him that night. The only reason he�s walking around right now is because I turned him as soon as we returned to Hogwarts that night. There. Explanation over. Get out of my chambers.�
�Wait,� Ron said, obviously still confused. �Turned him? Turned him into what? I�m lost.�
�What�s new?� Severus muttered, dropping back into his chair.
�Severus,� Harry warned.
�Oh Merlin!� Hermione whispered, eyes wide and the back of her hand covering her mouth. �You mean you�re...? And now Harry�s a...? And that would make him your...? Oh Merlin!�
�Yep,� Harry said lamely. �That�s about it.�
�Hello?! Still lost here!�
�Oh Ron, do try to to pay attention! Snape turned Harry... into a vampire. When that happens, the one who is turned becomes the vampire�s childe. It�s a very... interesting, relationship that requires... How does one explain this without sending Ron into a wild fit?� she asked, looking to Harry for help.
�I don�t-�
�It�s very simple Mr. Weasley,� Severus began.
�No Severus!� Harry yelled, trying to keep Sev from talking and sending his best mate into a cardiac arrest.
�I am a vampire. I turned Harry into a vampire because he was dying. Harry now lives, kind of, because I turned him into an undead. The relationship between a vampire and their childe is different for every pair, but one thing in common is the sexual nature because of the feedings. Harry must take my blood to grow stronger before he can go off on his own. Feedings tend to stimulate the body and therefore a childe and their sire are sexual with each other. Harry has been living with me the last two months or so and has not left these rooms until today to meet you in the Entrance Hall. Does that explain everything?�
Harry sat in his chair waiting for Ron to explode. Hermione understood what Severus was saying, but the way he went about explaining it to her husband could have been handled a little better. As it was, Ron was still in shock.
�So let me get this straight,� Ron said slowly. Very slowly. �You�re a vampire.� Severus nodded. �And you�re a vampire.� Harry nodded. �Because he turned you,� he pointed a finger at Severus and then turned it to Harry, �you�re his childe and he�s your... sire.� Harry nodded once more. This was going better than expected. No yelling... yet. �And you shag Snape?� Harry cringed, but nodded anyways. Ron was silent for a few minutes. Then he looked at Hermione. �And do you have anything to tell me?� Hermione shook her head. �Is that all?� he asked, turning to look at Harry and then Severus.
�Ummm...� Harry thought for a minute. Captured, tortured, saved, turned, sex, rooms, teaching. That�s it. �Yeah, that�s it.�
�And you? Is that it from you?�
�Yes, Mr. Weasley. That is all.�
�Good. What in the bloody hell is wrong with you?! Shagging Snape?! What the fuck are you thinking?!�
�Mr. Weasley that is quite enough!� Severus yelled, jumping to his feet.
Harry quickly followed. �No! You said I could handle this!� He turned to face Ron. �That�s not fair! I didn�t have a choice in the matter! I was dying and Severus did the only thing there was to do to save me! I�m sorry if that doesn�t fit in with your plans, mate, but that�s the way things are now.�
�He forced you into this?!� Ron yelled. �You bastard! You can�t do-!�
�That�s not what I said Ron!� Harry cried, placing himself between his sire and his best friend to try and keep the fight that was brewing at bay. �Listen to me. I had no choice in the turning, but I don�t care. I�m okay with it. I don�t mind the changes I�ve had to make to become a vampire and I don�t mind living with Severus.�
�But Harry, you have to have se... have se... shag him! Surely you can�t have wanted that!�
�No, not at first. But as time has gone by I�ve grown accustomed to Severus and I think... I think things will stay as they are for a long while yet,� Harry said, looking over his shoulder at Severus and not Ron or Hermione.
�Harry?� Hermione asked, effectively cutting off whatever Ron was going to say. �Are you okay? I know you said you were fine in your letters, and that you were being taken care of. But a childe is compelled to do as their sire tells them to. I don�t mean make this sound bad toward you Professor, but there�s no other way to say it. If Snape was telling you to write those things, I demand you tell me now or I will go straight to the Headmaster. A childe can overthrow his sire if it endangers himself. Tell me the truth Harry, or Ron and I walk to the Headmaster. You�ll lose friends over this. Tell me now: the truth.�
�I have,� Harry said solidly as Severus growled. �Severus turned me to save me. It was a rocky start, with much pain and many hardships. We�ve only just now gotten used to each other. He�s not forcing me into anything. He did force me to feed once or twice, but that was for my own good. He�s respected every wish I�ve had, and has been very generous in his space and patience with me. I am okay. I am fine.�
�Then I am satisfied,� Hermione said with a nod. �I don�t like it, and I will be reading up on vampirism to get more knowledge, but I am satisfied that you are in no danger.� She turned to her ex-professor. �I didn�t mean to make you out as some horrible bad guy who was only trying to get The-Boy-Who-Lived away from his friends and turn him into something no one would understand. I was simply stating the facts and trying to come to a final decision.�
�It doesn�t mean I appreciate it one bit,� Severus said, although his snarl was quite evident. �I have some books you might want to read. So many things out there are unreliable. But what about your husband? Will he be ending his friendship with Harry because of this or is he accepting it as well?�
�I think he-�
�-can speak for himself, thank you very much,� Ron spat. �I don�t like this, not one bit. I think there�s more to what you�re telling me and I intend to find out what�s going on. And I plan on checking on Harry. This isn�t right. It�s just not right.�
�Leave Ron,� Harry said, head bowed so his fringe covered his face. �If you feel there is something wrong with me, and that Severus is taking advantage of me then leave. Severus saved my life and opened his doors to me, and all you can do is insult him. Leave. Now. And don�t come back until you can say something intelligent that won�t have an angry vampire at your throat.� He didn�t see it, but Ron�s hand immediately covered his pale throat as if to protect it from Severus� �hungry fangs that would slice him open�. Severus looked like he wanted to do nothing more than indulge that fear. �You shouldn�t insult him, but since you are I want you to leave. These chambers are partially mine as well.�
�Harry, he didn�t-�
�Save it Hermione. You�re still welcome, if Severus agrees. But Ron needs to leave. Now.� Hermione reached a hand out take Harry�s in comfort, but Harry effectively dodged it and backed up so he was closer to Severus. His head remained lowered. �Just leave. Both of you. Please.�
�You choose him over us?!� Ron cried.
Harry�s head snapped up, eyes blazing in anger and rage. �Yes, I do,� he said, eerily calm. �Now leave. You�ve pissed off my sire, and now you�re pissing off me.�
�Harry, this is ridiculous!�
�Shut up Ron!� Hermione said, pushing her husband toward the exit. �Let�s just go before you upset him too much and he attacks. If he was only turned two months ago, I doubt he can control his emotions enough to not attack you right now. And then you�d be in trouble.�
�But he-�
�No buts!� she snapped, pushing him out of the portrait. She turned back around briefly. �Sorry Professor, Harry.�
The portrait banged shut. Harry was still mad, still upset. His best friend couldn�t understand that the man had saved his life. What was so hard to understand about that?! And now... now he�d lost his best friend. Anger turned to grief. He turned into his sire�s chest and began to sob with what energy he had left. Severus, shocked for a moment, slowly brought his arms around the shoulders of his childe and then led him to the couch to sit upon. That�s where the younger cried himself into a sleep so deep, Severus had to carry him to bed. Harry wouldn�t wake for two more days, and even then he cried some more for the friend he�d lost.
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A/N: Ooher! Cliffie of doom! LOL! Stupid Ron... Reviews!
nari chan: My faithful reviewer. Thanks so much for the review. Love ya much.
Sorry about teh wait until Wednesday. I'm really bad about updating on Tuesday aren't I? Well, I have a legit excuse this time. I was sick and worshipping the porceline god all yesterday. 'nough said I do believe. -dpa06-
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