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Bonded in Blood	By : AikawaAkihiko Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 37019 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: I have a Beta-reader! YAY! THANK YOU TO IRIYA!

Chapter 5-The Way of the Vampire

Harry was still, overcome by his professor’s words. He was a vampire? A vampire! No matter how many times he repeated it in his head, it sounded no less unreal, no less ridiculous, no less horrifying, and no less incomprehensible.

What did that mean? He went back over what he had learned of vampires in the past. It was not much. Before coming to Hogwarts, he had picked up a few things from films and television programmes he could hear through his cupboard door when Dudley was watching it at the usual wall shaking volume; stakes through the heart, garlic, being undead, turning into bats. He had learned in third year Defense Against the Dark Arts class that they were considered Dark. Though they were the result of people being turned, vampires were considered magical beings, not quite wizards, but not magical creatures like werewolves either. At least they were still considered human - mostly.

He had been distantly aware of the actual existence of vampires since he had entered the wizarding world at the age of eleven, but they had remained an abstract in his mind, having had no actual contact with one. Harry, corrected himself; there was that bloke Sanguini that had shown up to Professor Slughorn’s Slug Club Christmas party two years ago, but he had simply been some guy at a party to Harry.

What he did know, however, was that vampires were feared by nearly everyone, wizard and muggle alike. The world saw them as indiscriminant killers, who fed off the blood of innocents.

Harry remembered with a jolt that he had indeed been drinking Snape’s blood every day. He thought of the exquisite taste of it on his tongue, the euphoric feeling of magic that radiated through his body, and knew he could not give it up. He ran his tongue over his elongated canine teeth that had been slowly and uncomfortably growing in for the past few days. Well, now that makes sense, he thought wryly. Would he resort to attacking people? Would he become a murderous killer, too?

Snape felt the boy begin to hyperventilate against him after a few minutes watching the emotions that flickered across his face while he was lost in his thoughts.

“Potter!” he snapped, effectively startling the idiotic boy out of his daze. “Calm down.”

“I’m a vampire!” the boy screeched needlessly.

“Indeed,” Snape drawled, back in his element, now that the boy was quickly reminding his professor how irritating he could be.

“You killed me!” Potter accused, sitting up and away from Snape, scurrying as far as he could in his blind state.

Snape glared, despite the fact that the idiot child could not see him. “Of course I did not kill you, you idiot child! Being a vampire does not mean you are dead!”

Potter flushed in agitation.

“But…”

“Would you be breathing if you were dead? Would your heart be beating, circulating the blood that is currently filling your indignant face as we speak if you were dead? Would you have been able to heal from your injuries IF YOU WERE DEAD?”

Potter cringed back at the loudness of his voice. A pang of guilt went through Snape. He had been there, in Potter‘s place, before and knew how sensitive the boy’s hearing was right now, and it did not help that his instincts were yelling at him for harming his Childe and the only way to fix it was to pull him to him and soothe it away.

After he calmed himself, he explained.

“I am not a mindless killer. Despite the rubbish the general public would have you believe, being a vampire does not mean that I am bloodthirsty or ruled by anything other than my own strictly controlled faculties. Most of the things one hears about vampires are falsehoods resulting from that special combination of fear and ignorance, and are based on little to no truths,” he paused, the corner of his lips twitching. “I suppose I just got lucky and ended up looking like the popular image of a vampire.”

Potter nodded on the other end of the couch, seeming to contemplate his words.

“That is not, to say, that I could not, of course. There are some vampires that make it their mission to instill fear in the hearts of those unencumbered with the mantle of vampirism, but one must remember that there are good people and there are bad people as it is in every species. For every Dumbledore there is a Lord Voldemort. For every Remus Lupin there is a Fenrir Greyback.”

Potter’s face turned sad, most likely at the mention of two of the people he had lost in the war, the losses still raw despite the passage of time. Snape was sure it helped that the two others mentioned were Kissed or dead, as well.

“There is also the occasional accident, more often than not perpetrated by the newly turned Childe who overindulged without the benefit of the guidance of their Sire.”

Potter perked up at this.

“Sire, sir?”

“The Sire is the vampire that has turned a person into another vampire. The newly turned vampire is then called the Sire’s Childe. Indeed,” he interrupted, went it appeared the boy was going to say something, “that means that I am your Sire and you are my Childe. It is an eternal bond that has been forged between us, wherein I, as the Sire, take on many responsibilities and in return you, as the Childe, take on reciprocal responsibilities. It is quite a complicated progression, which is why there are so few vampires out there.”

Potter gaped, and Snape had to concentrate to ignore the attractive blush that was sprinkled across the boys cheeks.

“A bond, sir? What do you mean by that?”

Snape explained the all-encompassing nature of the bond to the boy. He answered questions as patiently as he could muster, ignoring the increasing alarm that he could see on the boy’s face. He understood the boy’s distaste at being bound to his nasty professor, but really! It was not as if this was the best situation for him either. He was a teacher who married a student, a former Death Eater who fell in love with the shining knight of the Light –as far as the public would see it.

“The bond forged by turning another molds to the participants involved. For example, if you were a child I undoubtedly would feel less a marital and more of a parental bond towards you,” Snape explained.

“So, for all intents and purposes, we are married?” Potter questioned with alarm. Oh, Ginny’s gonna kill me when I turn up married!

“Indeed,” Snape intoned, glaring and daring the boy to say something insulting. He had saved the boy’s life, and had not even got a thank you out of it!

Suddenly a thought struck Harry.

“What do you mean by eternal bond?”

Snape looked at him as if he were stupid.

“It means just that. We are bonded until death, and seeing as we are immortal, that means forever. If neither of us is killed through terminal injury, then nature is subverted and we will live eternally.”

“Immortal?” Harry gasped in awe.

Snape would have rolled his eyes if he were the type of man to do so.

“Yes, unless we are killed,” he repeated through gritted teeth.

“Like a stake through the heart,” Harry submitted, hoping to show his professor that he was not as stupid as his shocked utterances were making him appear to be.

Snape nodded, mollified in his growing agitation by the presence of some evidence of wit in the boy.

“Indeed, though it is important to note that a stake through the heart would kill anything living. We are not so different from ‘normal’ wizards; we have simply been transformed by the consumption of magically modified blood. What would have killed you before will kill you now, as long as it is a life threatening injury, such as decapitation or bleeding out. Of course, even then, our superior healing abilities often circumvent it, as well as threats like poisoning and infection.

The fact that they teach young wizards and witches that garlic, of all things, can ward us away and other such inane ‘facts’, only benefit us. Vampires are certainly not in any rush to correct the simpletons who fight against us with crucifix or believe they are safe while the sun shines overhead. Who would tell the ones who feared and hated them, that we can be killed far more easily?”

Harry sighed and leaned his head back against the back of the couch. This was too much. In a blink of an eye, his whole world had been turned upside down. Once again the forces and decisions that directed his life were not his own. Would he ever be able to forge his own path?

“So, what, I now survive by drinking your blood? How have you managed it this whole time?” Inwardly, Harry smirked. Probably why he assigns so many detentions; has us students for dinner, then Obliviates us and makes us think we’ve been scrubbing cauldrons all night.

“Our diets are not limited to the blood of another human, though it is the most satisfying. We are magically related to other Essentia Comestores, otherwise known as ‘Essence Eaters’. These include incubi and succubi, who consume the sexual feelings of others, Moroi, who consume energy, and alps and mara, who feed on nightmares. We vampires consume the physical life forces. Including human blood, we can survive off of the bloods of close animal relatives such as the higher primates, and semen. (Jeez, what?) For all of that, we can still imbibe regular food, if slightly altered to our new found tastes, as well as blood substitute potions of my own making, though we cannot survive from them.” Snape informed Harry, speaking as if he were lecturing in class.

Harry gaped at the professor, blind to his cool composed sneer.

“Semen?!”

“Yes, you simple child!” Snape snapped back. “Now cease your inane chatter!”

Harry instantly quieted and sat back on the couch with a sigh, a sudden force within him urging him to obey to his Sire. A fog of magic seemed to waft over him and a small shock of faint pleasure blossomed in his mind. He frowned in bewilderment. What the hell was that?

Snape pursed his lips in satisfaction upon seeing the boy’s reaction.

“That was a part of the complicated Sire/Childe bond I was explaining earlier. It gives off a pleasurable response when you submit to your Sire. As it is my responsibility to protect and provide, it is the Childe’s responsibility to obey and submit, both roles reinforced by stimulating pulses of magic to the pleasure centers of the brain.”

Harry simply had nothing to say to that. He was supposed to submit? Like some kind of slave or something. A sudden thought struck him. Would he be reduced to a house elf, like at the Dursleys? Would Snape have the right to beat him like they had done? He began to tremble, his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach as he rocked back and forth on the couch, Snape’s presence forgotten in his distress. He had only just escaped from his hate filled home; he did not think he could do it again.

Snape startled at the sudden spike of the boy’s fear and panicked body language. Quickly, he scooped up the smaller body and pressed the boy’s face into his neck, hoping the steady beat of his heart and the tempting flow of his blood would calm him. He rocked them and spoke soothing words to break through the obvious terror.

“No, no… can’t… not again...,” the boy mumbled as if in a trance.

“What Childe? What can’t you do?” Snape’s deep silky voice danced over Harry’s shattered nerves as he rubbed his Childe’s back.

“I can’t do it again! I won’t be your slave! I’d rather die than go through it again!” Harry burst into tears.

It was the first time Snape saw the Gryffindor wonder boy break and he was at a loss at what to do. Going on instinct, he grabbed the boy tightly by his arms and held him up to face him. Remembering that the boy was still mostly blind, he realized eye contact would not garner the desired effect, but he continued anyway, speaking sternly in a steady voice, “Calm yourself, Harry.”

Harry quieted, pulled from his sobs by a combination of the pulse of pleasure induced by the bond and the shock of hearing the querulous professor use his given name for the first time.

“Now, I do not know what produced such hysterics, but I assure you, I have no use for a slave or a pet. The compulsion to obey me and the pleasure induced by submitting is only in place so that I may better protect you. When I tell you to stay, hide, run, it insures that you listen to me. Of course it can be abused, but as I said before, I have no desire to be married to a house elf!”

He gazed deep into searching cloudy green eyes, willing the boy to understand. He refrained from mentioning that the bond was not a controlling force, such as the Imperius Curse, and could be overridden by the desires of the Childe. The boy was obstinate enough and would figure it out on his own in time.

Harry sniffled, taking deep breaths to bring his turmoil under control. It was for his protection? How could that be? He thought about all the times he had found himself in trouble over the years. If he had obeyed the professor back in fifth year, when Voldemort sent him those visions of Sirius, he supposed the man would still be alive today. He nodded and slumped back down to Professor Snape’s chest. Perhaps it would not be so bad.

Snape combed his long fingers through the boy’s unruly hair. It had secretly become one of his favourite things to do. It was thick and very soft, he wanted to bury his face in it, soak up the powdery sent of the boy.

His thoughts were racing, however. What did the boy mean “be a slave again”? He had always been sure that the boy was pampered and worshiped at home, treated like a veritable prince. His continual recalcitrant behaviour year after year had reinforced that assumption. But, surely no one in the wizarding world treated the Boy Who Lived as a lowly house elf, so who could it have been?

~*~

The remaining days of their time away from school were spent cementing their bond and teaching Harry the ways of the vampire. It took a few days for him to get used to the idea of obeying Snape, but eventually he saw that it was not as bad as he thought. In fact, he secretly liked it. It was nice not having to be in charge all the time. He instinctively knew he could trust in his Sire completely and, unlike before, when someone having authority over him meant pain and danger, he was able to submit to Snape and take comfort in the fact that he would be taken care of, that no harm would come of him through his vulnerability.

Harry’s eyes had cleared by the next night. Unlike the sudden explosion of sound that heralded the return of his hearing, Harry’s sight had faded back to him slowly throughout the day. By the late afternoon he had been able to see the professor’s quarters for the first time.

He had sat wrapped snugly in a soft blue blanket on a russet coloured suede leather and dark stained wood couch with brass details up either arm rest. The design was mirrored in two matching club chairs that sat on the other side of a small dark cherry wood table. A large flagstone fireplace was nestled in the opposite corner, a large jar of Floo powder as well as an old picture of a lovely dark haired woman sat on the wide mantle. Next to it, centred in front of the farthest wall, was a large walnut desk, stained a deep warm brown, cluttered with piles of student essays and notes. Every inch of the walls was lined with shelves and cupboards, full of innumerable books, magical objects and the occasional personal item. The effect left was dark and cavernous, but was mitigated by the warm tones of the woods, furniture, and lighting.

It was wholly unexpected of the dour professor, both with the welcoming and stress free atmosphere and the abundant amount of red. Though it was not the loud Gryffindor red, Harry was secretly surprised there was not a speck of Slytherin green in the whole room, or the beige painted bathroom. He had not seen the bedroom yet, though.

By the time dinner was over, he was able to see well enough to sit quietly by the fire and read, though he needed the extra help of a strong lumos to see the small printed words properly. The next morning –after he had confirmed that, no, there was no green in there either, and instead it was decorated in various shades of relaxing blues and light grey – he awoke to his full sight.

He wandered the rooms gazing wondrously at everything, amazed at the sheer power of his sight. He could see minute details he had never even thought were there. Colours were brilliant and vivid, making the world appear awash in vitality.

After his morning shower, Severus – he had been adamant that his Childe need not be so formal with him and could refer to him by his first name – appeared in the bedroom doorway. He leaned against the doorway, wrapped in his bathrobe and squeezing out the excess water from his shoulder length locks with a fluffy white towel. He smirked watching Harry wander around his rooms, a look of awe on his face. He must have made a noise because the boy turned to look at him.

Severus’ breath caught in his throat. Harry beamed happily at him, showing off his pearly white teeth, his elongated blood teeth, that he had not yet learned how to retract, peeking out from behind cherry pink lips.

The transformation had been kind to him, as Severus had seen over the course of the week. His body hardly resembled the malnourished waif he used to be. Instead every inch of him was muscled and lightly defined. Where once had been poking ribs and a nearly concave chest, now showed broad shoulders and a strong torso that lead to a flat stomach. His hips flared ever so slightly accentuating a deliciously rounded backside and strong thighs.

The result was nearly a whole new person. He was still small and lithe, only considerably healthier. The new muscle combined with his slightly elevated vampiric strength to boost his agility and stamina. The gangly and clumsy teenager now moved with the grace of a panther.

But what caught the professor’s attention were his eyes. They blazed. The once radiant greed eyes, now nearly glowed in the dark. The emerald iridescence shone preternaturally in the dimly lit rooms, and were startlingly striking.

Severus was entranced. Harry was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He could not wait to fully possess him. They had been growing closer every day, the bond working them towards completion. Their feedings had become more and more sensual, the boy losing more and more control with each drop of blood that dripped down his throat.

During that day’s feeding, Severus could not hold back. Harry pierced his wrist with his blood teeth, sucking in the warm liquid hungrily. He moaned as it slid down his throat and coated his tongue. It gathered at his lips and dribbled down his chin. It was ecstasy and he wiggled against Severus’ broad chest, feeling himself grow hard.

Severus licked his lips, wanting desperately to taste him. When the boy was done feeding he released the man’s wrist and leaned back into him, panting in arousal. Severus descended upon him pressing his lips to the blood stained ones of his Childe. He slid his tongue inside the warm cavern, tasting the delicious tang of blood and the sweet taste of Harry.

Harry began to respond in kind, enveloped in the sensuous fog of feeding. His wanton moans were captured in the mouth of his Sire. He gripped the man’s robes hard, trying to get closer. Severus placed his hand on the boy’s heaving chest and unbuttoned the top button of his robe. He worked his way down, grazing a stiff pink nipple on the way, until his hand met the hot hard length of the boy’s shaft, straining in his trousers.

Harry bucked frantically at the sudden friction. Severus made quick work of the trouser button and slowly lowered the zipper. He reached underneath his tented boxers and palmed his Childe’s dripping erection.

Harry moaned loud and long. It was the first time someone else touched him there and it felt more fantastic then he had ever imagined. He bucked his hips again, trying to urge the hand to stroke and squeeze him.

Severus gripped the boy’s throbbing member, pulling it out of his shorts. He was hungry for a taste of it. It did not look like his Childe was going to last long.

He set Harry back against the back of the couch. He moaned at the loss of Severus’ warmth against his now sensitive skin. Severus kneeled before him and spread his legs, pulling his shorts and trousers lower to gather at his ankles.

“Oh, God!’ Harry whispered as he realized what his professor was about to do.

Severus crawled closer, smoothing his hands up Harry’s silky white thighs, until Harry could feel his warm breath against his wet member.

“AUGH!” Harry panted, as Severus licked a line up his cock from base to tip. He swirled his tongue around the head before sucking it down his throat to the root.

“OOOOHH!” Harry screamed, as he came down Severus’ throat.

“MMM,” Severus hummed, the delicious salty cum spreading on his tongue as he let the now limp cock slip from his lips. He watched, fully satisfied as his Childe drifted on his post-orgasm high, splayed spread eagle and on display for him. It was too soon to take him, but he could wait. It would be all the more satiating in the end.

Harry, coming out of his haze, flushed deeply, seeing the lascivious look on his Sire face. He was so embarrassed and wished the earth would open up and swallow him whole, but he was also very pleased he could put hat look on his Sires face. He wanted to give him more.

By the end of their two weeks together, Harry was beginning to get used to the idea of staying with Severus. He still did not get along with the man a lot of the time but the bond was clearly influencing his emotions, urging him to be close to him, to feel safe when he was around him. Before his senses came back, he had welcomed Severus by his side. He had been the only person present while he had been scared and lost, his only lifeline to the world outside of his own mind. Being near him had and continued to soothe him through the overwhelming fear that had descended upon him after the attack and subsequent torture session.

That brought his mind back to the outside world. Severus had never said what happened to Nott, if anything at all. He was afraid to find out. What if he was still out there? Would he do it again? He shivered at the thought of taking that first step out of the chambers. He did not know how he was going to go to class, and that was not even counting what everyone would say about his very sudden marriage to a professor, let alone that it was Snape of all people! What would everyone think? What would Ron think?

A/N: Hiya! I hope you weren’t too bored by this chapter, as it’s mostly dialogue. The story will get moving in the next few chapters.
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