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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
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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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 Five-
They lay together, panting to regain their breath. They were as close as possible without touching, for it was too hot in their rooms with the fire going full blaze in the fireplace. �That was... amazing,� Harry breathed. �It�s never been like that before. I wonder if- What? What is it? What�s wrong?� he asked, fully alert now.
�He�s calling me again,� Severus answered. �I have to go.�
�No! You can�t! If you go, you�ll die!� the first cried, sitting up now.
�We don�t know that. But we do know that if I don�t go, he will kill me. Those who refuse The Call die instantaneously. You know this. I�m going. Come on. Help me get ready. He hasn�t been giving me my little bit longer in case I�m in class or something. Trust or some other bullshit.� He stood and walked away from the bed.
�You can�t go!� the younger man shouted again. �He�ll kill you!� He jumped off the bed to follow his lover, neither caring about their nudity. �He knows! If you do go, he�ll kill you.� Harry continued to try to convince his sire of his surety. Now standing behind the older man in the bathroom, he tried to reason with him. �What will I do without you? I don�t know anything anymore.�
The older chuckled, looking over his shoulder through the mirror to look at his young lover but saw nothing. That was to be expected though. �That�s a lie and you know it, Love. You know everything I know and I know a lot.� He turned around to face the younger man. They were nearly the same height so it wasn�t like he had to look down into his lover�s emerald eyes. �When I turned you, you got all of my memories up to that point. And seeing as how I�ve been around for nearly forty years, that�s plenty of memories. And you got all the rules because I know them. I�ve taught you everything you need to know.�
�You make it sound like you�re planning on leaving me tonight.� Harry leaned against the doorjamb and sulked.
�Stop it,� the older commanded in his teaching voice. �I�m going to this meeting and then I�m coming back to fuck you into that mattress. All the silencing charms in the world won�t stop people from hearing your screams when I return.� He summoned his clothes, put them on, then pecked the younger on the lips before striding to and out the door.
Harry hadn�t moved. Slowly, he slid down the wall until he sat on the floor. �You don�t get it,� the younger whispered as the door shut and the wards went back up. Tears began to fall down his cheeks unchecked and unnoticed. �I saw it. He�s going to kill you tonight. He knows.�
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He paced about the infirmary for a few more minutes before mentally throwing his hands in the air in defeat. He stalked toward the cabinet Poppy kept under lock and key, literally, that held Severus� blood packets. He pulled out three or four, crammed them into his robe pockets, and then pulled out some more for Poppy to keep. He was going to wait at the gates for his love. If he was taking this long, then Voldemort was going wand happy and he would be hurt. He told Poppy he was leaving, and that he�d left packets under an invisibility charm on her private desk for when they returned. He walked out the door and down the hall. However, he realized he had left his wand behind so he turned and went back.
His scar began to throb slightly as he rounded the corner that brought him in view of the Medical entrance. As he opened the door, the pain spiked sharply. He sucked in a breath as images began to flash in front of him: various Death Eaters being punished for being late or not being faithful or whatever. Harry could see Severus in line, instinctively knowing which was his sire. Past visions had told him that Voldemort knew Sev�s secret and that tonight he would die. Harry wished he could apparate there and save him before anything could happen. But he couldn�t. The images died down some and he continued to where he�d left his wand.
�Harry? Is he here?� Poppy asked.
�Not yet.�
�Then why are you here?�
�Left my wand. The meeting just started actually. I just saw it.�
�You might as well wait a while more here then. If it�s just started... You�re bound to get more visions anyways.�
Harry relented and sat, waiting.
* * * * *
�Severus!� Harry screamed again. For the last twenty-some-odd minutes, Harry had been suffering the same Cruciatus as his lover. He could see Severus twisting and screaming on the ground. It�d never been held that long on him before. Tears ran rivers down his cheeks while blood dribbled down his chin from his fangs piercing his bottom lip. �Oh please! Sev!� Poppy had him in a body bind from his neck down so he couldn�t thrash around and hurt himself. �Ahh!� So far the silencing charms were holding. Albus Dumbledore hadn�t come down to check on his screaming Gryffindor Golden Boy.
About half an hour before, Harry had started complaining that his scar was hurting again. Suddenly, he went rigid. The vision pulled him in, made him watch in horrified fascination as his sire was called forward and tested. Voldemort played with his mind. And when he shared his information with Severus, he began to curse him. Now, as Severus writhed on the floor in front of the Dark Lord, Harry tried to writhe in the infirmary at Hogwarts.
�Sev! No!� Harry cried. He muttered incoherently for a few moments before a glass shattering scream spilt the air in the hospital wing. Even Poppy had to cover her ears for that one. It continued to ring in her ears for several minutes before she realized there was silence in her hospital wing. When she looked next, her patient lay unconscious on the bed. She began to see what she could do to help the young boy.
There was silence for only a few moments before a bright blue and blinding gold fury swept into the wing. �What happened? What�s going on? Why wasn�t I notified?� Dumbledore asked, rattling off question after question as he rushed into the room. �Is he okay? What happened? Where�s Severus? What-?�
�Albus, please!� Poppy chided. �When I know anything, I will let you know.� She didn�t look at him as she moved to care for and treat Harry. She bustled around the room trying everything she could think of to make the young vampire respond.
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Severus woke... some time later in a damp cell. He tried to rouse himself quickly to assess the damage done to himself as well as assess his surroundings. He wanted to groan aloud when he realized he was in the Malfoys� dungeons, probably in one of the lesser used mansions in Europe somewhere. His wand, of course, was taken. He tried what little wandless magic he knew with no luck. There was probably a magic block on the cells. Thoughts turned to Harry quickly. He had been right; the Dark Lord did know his secret. And he learned more as he held the Cruciatus Curse.
He settled back against a wall and tried to calm himself. Letting his thoughts get out more than they already had would not prove helpful to his situation. Now that Voldemort knew he was a vampire he knew just how to hurt him. He also knew that Harry was perfectly fine and working at Hogwarts. Severus� Dark Mark had been adjusted so that he no longer felt the pull when Voldemort summoned his loyal Death Eaters, but he could still feel the effects when Voldemort was angry or torturing someone. It was altogether the crappy end of the deal.
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It would be two days later that Harry would wake up. He�d always been able to let his senses go and feel his sire, no matter where he was. He�d done it before just to make sure the man was alive after a Death Eater meeting. But now... he couldn�t feel anything. He tried again and again and again. When Poppy finally realized he was awake, she made a big fuss over checking him to make sure he was okay. When she finally took a step back and told him he was physically okay, he rolled over onto his side. Poppy just left him alone, knowing he�d want to be alone for a while.
Hermione and Ron came by to see him every other day or so. Harry did everything he needed to: ate, slept, took a shower every night. But he never talked, never made a sound, and never drank from the blood packets Poppy had. It was only two weeks later that Harry actually responded to his friends� voices and touches and such. Hermione walked over to her friend quietly, Ron right behind her. She touched his shoulder, worried when he jumped and turned to face her quickly. He had tear streaks across his cheeks. All were silent for a moment before Harry launched himself at her, burying his head in her shoulder. He cried silently, his shoulders shaking with sobs he refused to vocalize. He hadn�t allowed himself to cry since Sirius died. But this was another key person in his life; that was Sev.
After a few moments, Harry relinquished his hold on Hermione and lay back down on his bed in the private room Poppy had given him. There were shielding, silencing, and protection charms, as well as about three dozen different wards placed around the door and walls to only allow Poppy, Hermione, Ron, and Albus in. All others suddenly forgot the room was there, or remembered something else they needed to do instead of going into Harry�s room.
Harry grabbed his pillow as if it were a lifeline and vocally cried into it. �He�s gone,� Harry sobbed into his pillow. The tears and sobs had a voice now. Ron and Hermione were at a loss as what to say or do. �Merlin, he�s dead! I can�t feel him! I can�t sense him! He�d dead!�
�Technically, he was already dead, mate,� Ron stated. Harry howled and buried his head further into his pillow. Hermione slapped her husband on the back of his head. �Hey! What was that for?!�
�Be sensitive Ron! He just suffered at the proverbial hands of V... Vol... You-Know-Who,� she whispered. �It�s been two weeks since anyone�s seen or heard from Snape. Harry hasn�t fed since that night, refuses to unless it�s Snape because Harry is Snape�s childe. He�s not supposed to feed from anyone else in a roundabout way. I don�t expect you to understand since I barely do myself. Harry may have lost his only link to this new world he�s entered into so just keep your mouth shut,� Hermione whispered to Ron. �Besides, his cravings must be driving him mad if all this crying isn�t. Harry?� she asked a little louder now. �Please take some of these blood packets? I fear if you go any longer, you�ll die of dehydration.�
�What?!� Ron shouted at the same time as Harry�s piteous wail cut through the air. �Damn it Harry, you�re going to feed if I have to force you to.� Ron got out of his chair by his friend�s bed, grabbed his wand out of his pocket, and sliced his left wrist. Quickly, he leaned over and placed the wrist an inch or two away from Harry�s face.
Harry hissed and jumped away from Ron and the bed. His eyes narrowed as he backed against the wall. �Stop it. Don�t do that. You don�t know what you�re doing, what you�re offering. Don�t come near me.� He stood, back and palms against the wall, with fangs bared. Ron took a step forward and Harry growled low in his throat. �Stop Ron.�
�You�re not going to die if there�s something I can do about it!� Ron shouted, taking another step forward. He raised his left wrist up again, once more offering the life-giving substance. The blood was coming forth in a steady stream. �I may not know what all this means to you, but I know what it means to us: it means we�re saving our friend.� He took another step forward. Harry�s eyes fluttered to the blood dripping off the wrist onto the floor. �You�re hungry. I can see it.�
�Of course I am! I haven�t fed in two weeks! Don�t... tempt me. You don�t know what you�re saying.� His eyes never left the blood.
�You don�t understand what you�re doing to yourself,� Hermione nearly cried. �I see how you watch our necks at the pulse point. I�ve even seen you count my heart rate before. You are slowly driving yourself nutters, Harry. A vampire needs blood for food and nutrients, as well as sanity and energy. It�s a multi-purpose thing.�
�I know that,� Harry whispered. �But it hurts to feed from anyone other than Sev. Even the blood packets make my blood burn in a way to keep me from betraying my sire. I�m his childe. It�s his�blood that helps me the most. I need him. I�m not supposed to drink any other�s. Please, heal your wrist,� he said, still whispering.
It was a reluctant Ron who healed his wrist after a moment or two. No one said or did anything for a bit, although Harry had taken a step away from the wall. Hermione gave a small sigh and then looked at Ron with a pained expression on her face. �Forgive me, both of you,� she said before rushing toward Harry and throwing her arms around his neck. She crushed their lips together and pressed her body into his. Ron stood gobsmacked as his wife threw herself at their best friend. Harry froze, wondering why a woman, especially since it was Hermione, was pressed up against him.
But that was short lived when her lips strayed from his lips to his neck. Lost in the pleasurable feeling, his hands moved to her hips to pull her just a bit closer while he too began kissing her neck. The feeling was so familiar: he and Sev almost always began a feeding like this. When Harry had first been turned, he�d been uncomfortable and downright afraid with the intimacy of feeding, much less biting his potions professor�s neck to feed himself. It took a while, but with Severus coaxing Harry to feed by suckling on Harry�s neck, it made him think, in a way, that Severus was feeding at the same time; it made him more comfortable.
The intimacy was quickly established and the feedings bloomed into even more. So when Hermione latched onto his neck as no other than Sev had done, he quickly returned the favor. As the heat rose, Harry prepared Hermione for the initial piercing. He tightened his grip on her hips slightly and sank his teeth in slowly while rocking his hips into hers. She returned the moves, pressing him into the wall for leverage. Frequent, small sips turned into a few longer drinks...
Until he realized he was on the wrong side to be feeding on he Sev. He violently pushed the body away and backed into the nearest corner, staring at his friends with wild eyes. Hermione fell backwards into a shocked Ron, who caught her quite easily. �What are you doing?!� Harry cried hysterically.
�I�ve seen you and Snape at a feeding before,� Hermione whispered, summoning a Blood Replenishing Potion wordlessly and then downing it. �I came down to meet with him in his lab, but you were there. I didn�t do it on your left side because I knew that was the side he did it on and I thought I might... I don�t know... step on his territory or something. I am in no way attracted to you, Harry. No offense. I am happily married to Ron. You and Snape are happy. Not much is known about vampire mating and feeding habits, but I do know that a feeding between the turner and their childe tends to be incredibly sexual. So I turned it into a sexual situation first.�
�You don�t understand!� Harry cried, turning away from them. �A childe has to feed on their turner, their sire, for several reasons: the nutrients older blood provides, the relationship is strengthened, and it�s easier because of the cravings. A childe will crave what blood he is given. Incessantly. I could wake him up at any time I wanted and drink my fill. He never stopped me or chastised me. He encouraged me for Merlin�s sake!� Harry ran a hand through his unruly hair. �Now it�s not Sev�s blood that I crave.�
�Wait just a minute,� Ron said, watching his wife down another Blood Replenishing Potion, one probably made by Snape himself. �Because you just fed on Hermione, now you crave her blood all the time? What about Snape?�
�I can still remember the taste of his blood; I still want Sev,� Harry explained quietly. �But it�s Hermione�s blood that I want now. I can hear it pulsing through her veins more clearly. I can hear her heart racing. And I haven�t drank nearly enough to satisfy my hunger. I cannot ask that of anyone, which is why I was starving myself. I�d rather die than live without him for any length of time. Come here Hermione, let me heal your neck.� After a tense moment, she walked over to him slowly and silently. He grasped her shoulders and licked the bloody holes a few times, the taste of blood telling his nature to drink more.
When he pushed her away again, no one said anything for a few minutes. Then Harry crawled back onto his bed, covered up with a sheet, and curled into a ball. He wouldn�t respond to Ron or Hermione anymore. When Poppy bustled in, she shooed them out like they were still students there. No one told her of the feeding, although she guessed something along those lines what with the tension and the utter silence where there was once sobbing. Although it was quiet, his shoulders still shook. Now he was completely still.
* * * * *
The next morning held an empty room in the hospital wing. Poppy ran around her hospital frantically looking for the young vampire. When she couldn�t find him, she informed the headmaster. He looked for Harry�s magical signature and could only find traces of it here and there; nothing strong enough to trace by any chance. There would be no finding the young man until he wanted to be found.
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A/N: How do you like THAT cliffie? *insert your choice of evil laugh here* I am so sorry about the lack of updating on Tuesday OR Wednesday. I started college, see. Once I get used to being in school again, I promise faster and better updates. Now then, on to reviews!
nari-chan: Thank you so much for the review. As for whether or not Voldemort finds out... you'll just have to wait and see!
amethyst: Beautiful name, by the way. Well, Harry doesn't like the distance. He... He wants to be closer to Sev, ya know? But they can't do anything about that. I mean Voldemort would kill them outright. They have to hide everything that they can for as long as possible.
Lioncourt: Please, don't starve yourself of fic intake. It's bad for the reading part of you. I know. I hated it when I had to because of finals last May. *shudders at the mere thought* Anyways, I am sorry it took so long to update. Chapter 6 WILL be up on Tuesday, I swear it.
CD013: LOL! I love Sev. He's my favourite character in the whole of the HP Universe. As for writing more, no I don't write on this story. It's already complete. I just like watching my readers suffer as I post one chapter a week. Muah ha ha! *cough* *choke* Sorry...
hermione said so: Still love your name. Yes, Sev does have to be careful, about so many different things. Well, it seems he in a bit of trouble this time, doesn't it?
MiNiPoOfAxEl: *cheers for self* YEAH! GOLD STAR! GOLD STAR! GOLD STAR! Oooooooooooo! Shiney.... *goes off into on world with shiny gold star and lighter* *remembers that I need to update* *comes back* Sorry 'bout that. Love the name, now that I understand it. And by the way, here's your arse back. You said you laughed it off in your review.
WiccanVampire: Now THERE'S an awesome effin' name. As for the posting bit, Life gets in the way. I just started college so that's why this one is so late. I only post once a week because I want my readers to suffer. *won't evil laugh this time because I choked last time* No, that's not the real reason. I don't know why, to be perfectly honest. I'm just used to updating once a week. It's what I've always done. Thanks for reading at TSS though. I love that site.
Well, that's it. Thanks to everyone who read, even if you didn't review. I still love you, just not as much. *goes back to own little world with lighter and shiny gold star from MiNiPoOfAxEl* -dpa06-
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