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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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Severus blinked in stunned amazement, not that he would ever admit to it. One minute he was in a yelling match with Potter’s mutt and the next he was here, wherever the hell ‘here’ was. It was a nice little meadow, peaceful, well-lit but not so bright it hurt the eyes, and was surrounded by a thick tree line in the distance. A soft wind moved the tall blades of grass back and forth as well as brushing Severus’ hair over his eyes. He huffed at it angrily as he looked around for any sign as to why he was here in this silly meadow of all places. Just what had Black done to him now?
“He just formed a connection so that I would be able to have a little chat with you.”
Severus spun around and reached for his wand only to find it gone. He blinked at the man in front of him idly twirling his wand between his fingers. “Who the hell are you?” The man was fast. Severus stood straight and didn’t dare give away that his heart was suddenly pounding in his chest.
“I’m Harry’s Sire, but enough about me. Let’s talk about you, shall we?” Edge took two steps closer to Severus who stubbornly held his ground even as the man breathed in his scent that was carried to him over the wind. It was a deep breath through the nose and mouth. Severus had seen Nagini do it enough to know the vampire was scenting him. He ignored his heart as it pounded just a little faster. “You are Severus Snape.” Another step. “Hogwarts current Potions Professor.” Another step. “Death Eater in Voldemort’s Inner Circle.” Another step. Severus felt his breath catch against his will. “Spy for Albus Dumbledore.” Another step and Edge was crowding Severus’ personal space. Severus felt his hands clench in his effort to remain still. “But I have a feeling you are not truly loyal to either one, are you, Severus?”
Severus swallowed thickly. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” His voice came out a whisper. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt as though he couldn’t get any air. What the hell was wrong with him? He was better than this. He could not have survived all these years by acting like this. Severus felt the wind pick up against his back as Edge took a final step bringing their noses just scant centimeters from each other. Dark obsidian had no choice but to stare into bright blue.
“Do not try to hide from me.”
Severus felt more than heard the words. Warm breath ghosted over his lips making him gasp and his body tensed even more than it was. “What are you doing to me?” Severus felt like he was about to pass out. His head was developing a dull throb like someone was carefully, but not necessarily gently, knocking around on his mental shields. “You haven’t gazed me. What are you doing?”
“You’re right. I can’t gaze you as your mental walls are very strong. Congratulations.” The others voice sounded like silk to Severus’ ears; he felt his eyes slipping closed and his body relaxed some against his will. “You are amazing, Severus. You tense against the gaze. But there are other ways to enthrall a human.” A hand cradled his neck the fingers slipping into his hair. Edge moved even closer nuzzling his ear.
Severus gasped. He blinked. “Seduction.” His body felt heavy and weak. He blinked again. His hands moved to push the other away but his wrists were grabbed in a strong grip. Severus felt a nuzzle to his neck, felt the warm sigh of breath. His body shivered. In fear or pleasure he could no longer tell. “What do you want?”
Severus felt the vampire freeze against him. He blinked a couple more times. The body was cold against him not warm. The wind died down completely. There wasn’t a sound other than his own breathing. Suddenly the body was gone completely before the vampire appeared a good distance away from him. His head was down like he couldn’t look at Severus. It made Severus glare even though his body still felt weak in the knees. How dare this vampire play with him like he was some toy? “What do you want?” He growled the question out with more force this time.
Edge snapped his head up with a hiss making Severus involuntarily jump. Damn it. His body was still affected by the stupid vampire. “Harry needs actual blood, Severus, and Sirius cannot feed him alone.”
Severus growled. “I told Black and Potter both I’m not doing it.” He winced as the wind was suddenly back full force whipping his hair into his face and making his robes billow around him. He felt suddenly frozen. Edge was suddenly back in contact with him and the heat wave of power that surrounded him this time made him fall to his knees with a moan. “Why me?”
Edge growled and nipped his ear making Severus shiver from the heat of power that coursed through him. “Because you will be good for him.”
Contact was gone. His eyes snapped open to find Black and Potter standing over him. Severus scrambled back from them until his back rested against his sofa. His breathing was fast and deep. He glared at the two males in front of him who had their eyebrows raised in confusion. Severus’ body was still warm and heated. He stood quickly to his feet and forced his legs to hold him as he retrieved a goblet from a shelf in his small kitchen. He returned to the room housing the two fools and set it heavily down on his end table. He felt both set of eyes watching him as he shakily spelled a deep gash in his wrist. He heard twin gasps of shock.
“Pro-professor?”
He heard the weak sound of Potter’s voice as he allowed his precious life force to flow into the goblet. His body was still shivering from the after effects of the vampires power. He had never felt anything like it and if he was honest, he wanted to feel it again, as frightening as it was. He healed that wound and left the morons to themselves. Surely, Potter could figure out what the goblet was for.
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Edge lay on the forest floor staring up at the sparkling canopy. The light from the half moon dancing through the leaves as the wind blew them to and fro. His body was pleasantly warm from his recent feed but still it hungered for something else. He growled at himself and closed his eyes. His conversation with the Potions Master had gotten slightly out of hand. If the man hadn’t of reminded him that he actually wanted the man to help his Childe he would have… Edge shook his head angrily. He had lost control, simple as that. There were no excuses that could make that okay. So what if he wasn’t expecting the enticing smell of the man’s blood. It was rich, strong, and the magic within it let him know that the man would be able to except this kind of change. His instincts had taken over. Edge hissed at himself. Harry needed the man right now and turning him would do no good. Besides, he had already turned Harry against his will, he would be damned if he made the same mistake twice.
Edge sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees. It was a curse of the Animalis that only certain wizards could make the change. They had to have powerful magic running in their blood, and even then, those with power didn’t always have the right kind of magic capable of helping them handle the change. Those that could were few and far in between. There were even times where it would be decades, even centuries, before another Animalis was heard of. Edge sighed. There used to be so many of them but he had been alone for so long now. The only one of his kind that he had met since his own Sire disappeared. He couldn’t remember the exact reason he had agreed to kill Harry but he had. He had been surprised when the first taste of the boy had hit his tongue. If the fact that he couldn’t fully gaze the boy hadn’t hinted then, the taste of the boys blood hit him right in the face. So, instead of draining the boy dry, he had turned him. Those able to make the change were precious and Edge was not about to allow one such as Harry to slip between his very fingers. Voldemort had been upset of course but he soon decided that the boy would still be easy enough to kill with this new handicap. Edge grimaced when he realized that Voldemort had assumed correctly. Dumbledore had in fact had Harry living on blood potions instead of allowing him to feed like he should. That would have left Harry extremely handicapped and in the mercy of anyone who could get their hands on him. He had quickly fixed that hurdle however, getting Sirius irate at the idea of neglecting his godson and giving Severus a taste of power he had never before thought of. Edge ran a hand through his hair. The second had not gone as perfectly as planned when he caught whiff of the tantalizing blood that ran just under the surface. He knew that once all of this was over, and if Severus still lived, he would have the man turned. Edge would have the family that he so longed for and craved.
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Harry stood holding the goblet that Snape had left just breathing it in. He could feel his fangs with his tongue and had to swallow the saliva that had built up since his first sniff when Snape had first slit his wrist. Closing his eyes, he brought it closer enjoying the rich thick smell of it as it coated his senses. Harry felt Sirius take a step toward and turned his sharp golden eyes on him in warning. Sirius stopped and held his arms out in a nonthreatening manner. It was almost like he knew how to approach a situation such as this, and Harry figured, in a way he did, what with living with a werewolf and all.
“If you need, or want, more,” his godfathers voice was soft, almost a whisper. “I am right here.”
Harry stared at Sirius for a few minutes. He was still against taking blood from his godfather. It sent chills, like something was warning him off, but only when his gaze wondered. Harry gave a deep sigh and decided he might as well figure it out tonight since his godfather was adamant about him getting what he needed. It would have to wait till he finished this though. Giving Sirius a nod that he understood, Harry tilted the goblet back and allowed the first flow of the now luke warm, thick, red liquid to pass his lips.
At first, Harry flinched. He really did not want to do this, live like some monstrous creature living off the blood of others, but instincts took over quick enough at the taste of something they had been denied too long. His stomach clenched as if he was suddenly getting good food after weeks of doing without. Harry supposed he had if what Edge had said was true. He found himself wanting to sink his teeth into something as he savored the rich substance taking small measured sips to make it last and groaned in frustration when his teeth met the metal of the goblet. Once he drank all he could, Harry gave a contented sigh and started licking the goblet as to not waste any. The vampire in him growled at the thought of even one drop going to waste. This was a gift of life, somewhat freely given, and thus was more precious than if he had had to take it, but he found himself wanting more. After so long of going without, that was only a tease to his vampire senses, and the vampire wanted more.
Harry moved over to Sirius, whom had sat down in one of the plush arm chairs sitting by the fire. Sirius watched him as he leaned over him and licked the pulse point of the man’s neck. He felt Sirius tilt his head and hiss at the contact. Harry licked again and went to bite down but a sharp pain in his shoulder made him hiss and cringe. He leaned back and rubbed at his sore shoulder even as it quickly ebbed away.
“Are you okay?”
Harry glanced at Sirius before giving a nod before bending back over to investigate other parts and left the neck area well alone. Sirius didn’t question him as he sniffed along the man’s arms turning them over so he could follow the passage of veins and arteries beneath the skin. He stopped at the wrist and gave the steady pulse point a tentative lick and nip. Sirius gave a sharp intake of breath but was otherwise still. A dull throb made its way into his shoulder before it finally went away completely. Harry’s instincts took that as a good sign and he bit down quickly. Sirius drew breath through his teeth at the sharp prick of pain but quickly settled down as the vampires saliva helped numb the area. Harry had his eyes closed as he drank the heady nectar. His body thrummed with energy he never seemed to have before. It felt as though this new body of his was finally coming to life and he relished in the feeling. Harry only stopped when he felt a hand placed gently on his head. He gave a sigh, but trusted that his godfather knew what he was doing, and healed the bite with a quick swipe of his tongue. Harry licked the wrist clean before leaning back against the sofa. He watched Sirius breathe slowly in the chair with his eyes closed watching for any signs of distress. It was a good while later that Sirius moved to stand on shaky legs.
“You going to be okay?” Harry questioned from his spot in the floor. A small twinge of guilt hit him at the tired look on his godfathers face. This is why he did not want to do this.
Sirius gave him a soft smile as though he was reading Harry’s mind. “I am fine, Harry. I will make it back alright.” He made his way slowly to the door before turning back to Harry. “Though, you visiting Remus’ quarters next time might be helpful.” Sirius gave a tired wink before transforming and disappearing out the door.
Harry went and closed the slightly open door before leaning against it. He felt awake and full of energy yet he still felt guilt plaguing his thoughts. He didn’t want to depend on others like this. Harry rubbed at his shoulder in thought. Why did it always have to be him?
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Remus was pacing by the time Sirius trotted through his door. He had hardly slept at all wanting to go looking for his wayward mate and cub and was glad that tomorrow was still the weekend. He quickly went and wrapped his arms around Sirius who looked dead on feet. He held back his questions until he had the dark haired man settled in bed and warm. Remus curled around the man giving him a small nuzzle as the first hint of light began creeping in through the window.
“Where have you been? Is Harry okay?”
Sirius nodded as he curled closer to the warmth of the wolf beside him. “Harry’s fine. Been with him.”
Yes, Remus could tell that. His cubs scent was all over his mate. “The Sire?”
Sirius blinked at Remus a couple of times before closing them again. “Edge went off the deep end ‘cause Harry wasn’t being fed properly.” Sirius’ voice sounded tired but Remus’ wolf wanted answers.
“Edge?” Sirius nodded. “Harry’s Sire?” Another nod. “You talked to him? Sirius he could have…” Sirius shook his head and mumbled something even Remus’ heightened hearing couldn’t even pick up. “I didn’t catch that, Sirius.”
“I think he generally cares for Harry, Remus.”
Remus growled softly which Sirius seemed to ignore. “Then why did he turn him?” Sirius shrugged in response snuggling closer. Remus knew the man was on the verge of sleep but knew there was something else there than just being tired. “You fed Harry didn’t you?” Sirius sighed in slight annoyance and nodded. Remus sniffed at his mates neck. “Where?”
“My wrist. He couldn’t feed from my neck for some reason.”
“Why…?”
Sirius gave Remus a growl of his own. “Remus, I love you, but hold off on the questions and let me sleep.” Remus felt the wolf growl in his head and knew it must have slipped out his own mouth when Sirius snapped his head up to look at him. “The wolf can be his possessive self some other time, Remus. I have to sleep or I’m going to collapse. I’ve been up 24 hours now, maybe more, and the last few have been stressful as hell. Harry needed to be fed. I promise I will answer any and all questions…” Sirius interrupted himself with a yawn. “Once I get some sleep.”
Remus watched Sirius snuggled back up to him in silence. The wolf paced restlessly. It wanted those answers more than Remus did, but it appeared to have conceded to the point his mate had made. For now, the wolf was content to wait, albeit impatiently. Remus held Sirius close and resigned himself to not sleeping for a few more hours and busied himself with breathing in the others man scent to attempt to calm down his wolf. He didn’t understand what had the wolf so riled and active lately. Usually he was only active like this during the full moon. Typically, Remus couldn’t even feel the wolf much throughout the month with exceptions to periods of stress. Now, ever since they had found Harry, the wolf had been at the edge of Remus’ conscious almost constantly. He still let Remus go day by day without too much interference but it still made Remus uncomfortable. The wolf was waiting on something. What it was Remus didn’t know, but Remus was positive that he didn’t want to know either.
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