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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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To say Harry was bored would be the understatement of the century. He had yet to be let out of Snape’s rooms since he was first brought down there, and with that being the case, the only thing he could do was his homework that was brought to him by his professors. Since he couldn’t sleep at night, nor could he leave, that was what he did in the late hours when everyone else was asleep, including his easily aggravated suitemate. Harry sighed as he brought his knees up against his chest planting his heels on the edge of the soft brown sofa he was currently sitting on. He started at the fire in the hearth across from him listening to the students walk up and down the hall outside as they moved to their next class of the day. He had heard Ron and Hermione just a day ago and had tried to get out to let them know he was okay. Of course it didn’t matter how much magic or vampire strength he used that stubborn door refused to open. Harry couldn’t remember the last time he had yelled, cursed, and screamed so much. He felt like a prisoner but even that couldn’t mask the intense pride he felt later that evening when Snape had to repair the deep scratches he had left on the door.
It didn’t help either that Snape had taken to giving him blood potions. They did what they were meant to do of course; they curbed the cravings but they lacked the satisfying nature of true blood. Harry grimaced but he accepted the truth. He wanted to sink his teeth into something, something alive and with a pulse. The vampire side of him craved the thrill of the hunt and the chase. Harry shivered and shook his head to rid himself of such thoughts. That was the reason he was locked away down here, he thought grimly, and it was thoughts like those that would keep him down here.
With a frustrated growl he threw himself down to stretch out along the sofa. He closed his eyes and let all other noise drown out except the noise of the fire burning away in the hearth not but a scant few feet away from him. Harry had found in the past few days that the soft crackling and hissing of the burning wood and the earthy smell of the smoke as it raised into the shaft help calm him down and put his senses at ease. It wasn’t long that he felt his systems slowing into the slow functioning of the vampire sleep he was now accustomed to.
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Harry took his time opening his eyes even though he was awake. He allowed his other senses to give him the layout of his current dream. He had taken to dreaming of different landscapes. In some he would be by a lake or the ocean and in others he would find himself surrounded by peaceful woods or lush green meadows. He was always alone but the calm scenery of his dreams helped him relax and gave him the sense of freedom that he so sorely craved. This time he could feel soft pinpricks of the grass blades poking into his bare arms; the wind shuffled the longer blades against his feet making him smile at the slight ticklish feeling and he could smell the blossoms of the exotic tree above him. It was sweet as it surrounded him. Harry was content to lie there and didn’t even bother opening his eyes still when he heard the soft footfalls of bare feet headed his way. The musky earth smell gave his Sire away as the man settled beside him.
“Finally, youngling, I was afraid I would never find your little dream hole.”
Harry opened his eyes and looked over at his dark haired Sire. “So, this is my dream, and not yours?”
Edge nodded while giving Harry a soft smile. He was lying on his side with his head propped up on his hand. “It’s more of a dream world, if one wants to be technical, but yes it is yours. And going by the scenery of which I have walked into, you are wishing for a certain amount of freedom, are you not?”
Harry gave a small huff of a laugh. “’You have no idea.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have allowed the canines to take you back to your castle.” Edge was frowning now, all sense of humor gone from his pale, angular features. There was a tinge of gold speckled through the light blue eyes from the anger Edge felt at his Childe being treated like a trapped animal.
“Let them?” Harry sat up and looked down at Edge.
Edge nodded not moving from his spot. “Do you really think that I could not have taken you from them if I had chosen to do so? No, youngling, I know where you are safest, and that is not with me, not currently.”
Harry watched as Edge’s features darkened more than he thought was possible. The previous conversation with his godfathers entered his mind. “Voldemort?” To his surprise Edge winced a little and shifted his eyes as if checking for something before replying.
“Please, youngling, do not say that name even here. There is rumor that the name enables the man to hear conversations and I would rather not test that theory.”
Harry nodded as he filed the information away for later. “Alright. Is it something to do with Snake-face?”
“Snake-face? I like that.” Edge smiled again before sitting up to face Harry crossing his legs and resting his arms on his knees. “Yes, he has plans for you and I would rather you be harder for him to get his hands on than easier until I can figure out what they are.”
“So you did turn me on his orders?” Edge stayed silent and wouldn’t meet his eyes for the first time since he had opened his eyes after that faithful night. Harry felt betrayal hit him so hard in the chest he found that it was hard to take his unneeded breaths. Edge noticed but didn’t try to reach for him but the guilt shown painfully from those bright blue eyes.
“If I had known that he was planning on killing you anyway I wouldn’t have bothered.”
Harry glared. “Then why do it in the first place?”
Edge sighed. “The promise of companionship, Harry, it was that simple. I didn’t know what he wanted or hoped to gain with having you turned, if anything it makes you stronger, but it was what he wanted.” Edge held a confused, calculating look that Harry took as a sign that Edge was still lost by the request. He shook his head and continued. “He had said that I would be allowed to keep you, without you being harmed or hunted in any way.” The darkness in the man’s features returned making Harry flinch a tiny bit. “I have found out recently that this was not the case; that I had been taken a fool. That does not set well with me and neither does the impending threat to what is now mine.”
“Surely you had heard of the man. You should have known that he was not to be trusted at his word.” Harry couldn’t stop the biting words from escaping and only felt the smallest amount of regret when Edge seemed to coil away from him. He thought it a funny thing that the Sire would shy away from his own Childe.
“I had” Was all Edge answered with before he stood. Harry thought the man was going to leave but he didn’t. The other vampire simply walked over to the tree and fell against it, almost as though he had no energy to stand on his own. “How old do you think I am youngling?”
Harry shrugged wondering what that had to do with anything. “Twenty-one, maybe?”
Edge answered with an amused smirk, a scoff like laugh, and a shake of his head. He looked at Harry with that same smirk still in place. “I was nineteen when I was turned myself. I am now a hundred and ten.”
“Really?” Harry gasped and stood when Edge simply nodded. “And you were nineteen?” Another nod. “You…Where is your Sire?”
Edge developed a depressed look and made Harry’s heart clenched with sorrow. “If he is still alive he is not letting me know. He has been long gone from my life; since before I would have turned forty. I have searched for others but the Animalis are seemingly non-existent. I have thus been alone since he left; until you that is.”
“You’ve been alone for almost a hundred years.” Suddenly, Harry could see why Edge would grasp at even the thinnest straw of hope at gaining a companion of any kind. He couldn’t imagine being alone that long and considering that Edge would live for an undetermined amount of time it couldn’t have been easy to develop any friendships with anyone just to have to watch them die in the end. “You didn’t have to do it on his orders though.”
Edge gave him a confused look. “Youngling, I’m afraid I’m not following.”
Harry gave a small glare. “You turned me on the snake-faced bastards orders.”
“You are mad about the circumstances of you turning? Not the turning itself?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I would have preferred not to be turned at all.” Harry growled out before he sighed and looked at Edge who seemed to accept that small truth as something he accepted and understood on the same personal level as Harry. “But if I was going to be turned at all, I would have liked if it hadn’t been because of the man that has made my life hell since I was one.”
Edge gave that same soft smile that was becoming normal but Harry couldn’t miss the sense of relief that enveloped the other man. “I am truly sorry, Harry. I will do my best to make it up to you. You have me solemn oath.”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t need an oath, Edge, just a promise that you’ll never leave me alone.” Harry couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as the sparkle returned to those sky blue eyes that he was beginning to love. He could only imagine what those eyes were like when the man was human. It crossed Harry’s mind that it was most likely the connection between them that was making him forgive Edge so quickly, but the man practically wore his emotions on his sleeve. It would have been hard for Harry not to trust the man anyway.
“I think I can do that.” Edge smiled and walked closer to Harry. “I have a request though, which was the main reason of my visit.”
Harry arched his eyebrows even as Edge ran his fingers down his cheek in a soft caress. “What would that be?”
“A visit. In person. Tonight in the forest.”
Harry smiled and nodded as he leaned into the cool soft touch. He had no idea how he was going to get by Snape, but he was a hundred percent positive that the Slytherin would not be pleased with him in the slightest.
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If there was anything that Severus Snape liked about his teaching position, it was roaming the corridors at night and catching wayward hooligans out after curfew. It brought its own personal thrill to catch young love sick fools during their nightly rendezvous’ and to see the horror on their pathetic faces at being caught in the horrendous act and loses precious house points. Severus smirked in private satisfaction. It was almost as good as seeing the enraged look on Potter’s face when he was told he couldn’t go out and had to stay in his rooms at all times. Almost. Severus did of course despise that it was his rooms the brat had to remain in. Orders were orders however and for now he’d just have to deal with it, until the boy did something to warrant being kicked out for. That was something that Severus had been wishing from day one but apparently the damage the fool did to his door just wasn’t enough for the old man. Severus gave a silent sigh as he turned down into the dungeons. It also didn’t help that other than that one incident the boy had given the image of the perfect child. Severus knew better though and it was only a matter of time before the boy did something incredibly stupid even for him. He could feel it within his bones.
Severus paused at the door t his rooms and let down the wards long enough for him to get in. He had no more step through the threshold when a dark blur moved past him and the wind from it shuffled his robes. “The hell?” He quickly turned with his wand raised to look down the corridor to find Potter almost at the end of it. “POTTER!” Severus was glad that he was in the secluded part of the dungeons as he bellowed the boys name and even went so far as to throw a curse at him. Potter of course dodged it as he ran around the corner. Severus was fuming when he slammed the door behind him with a satisfying ‘bang’ that echoed through his rooms. He stormed over to the fireplace and, without bothering to waste time calling, flooed through up to Lupin’s room which proved to be a mistake. If anything else went wrong tonight… “For Merlin’s sake do that somewhere private.”
Black lifted up from where he was resting on top of Lupin. It was obvious that Severus had walked in on them having a little snog session judging by the glare that Black was sending his way and the soft blush on Lupin’s cheeks even though the man threw his own dagger like glare. “It was private, you slimy bat, now what do you want?”
“Potter has escaped.”
It took a one second look at each other before Black had shifted and was out the door in a furry blur of, well, black. Lupin looked over at him. “What do you mean escaped?”
“Just what I said, Lupin. Potter decided to make like the cat he is and ran out when I opened the door.” Severus turned back to the floo to leave when Lupin spoke again.
“So, Harry has learned to flit without us knowing,” Lupin looked at Severus with an almost wolfish smirk. “And he flitted right by you. You have to give him credit, Snape, it was a very well executed plan.”
Severus glared at the wolf. “Go the hell, Lupin.” He flooed back to his rooms with Lupin’s soft chuckle still ringing in his ears. Well executed indeed. It was a plan however that he would not fall for again.
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