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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 Six-
When Harry�s magical signature didn�t show up for a week, everyone began to worry. At first, Ron and Hermione weren�t as worried as everyone else because they knew why Harry had left. They knew he needed a break. Sev was dead; Harry had lost a friend, lover, teacher, and a lifeline. So while everyone raced around trying to find or send people to find Harry, the pair just sat back and hoped their friend knew what he was doing.
But now, Albus couldn�t find the young man through a Last Spell Cast Spell. It zeroed in on a wand to tell you the last spell cast within twenty-four hours. The problem was, Harry hadn�t cast a spell in over a week. Ron and Hermione went to Gringotts to ask if Harry had been there. It took nearly the entire day to convince them that all they wanted to know was if Harry had been to the bank within the last week. The answer was yes, just over a week ago: the day he disappeared. He had been there, and that�s all the information they were getting. They returned to Hogwarts with the information. Minerva, Hermione, and Ron scoured all of Hogsmeade looking for him. Their search didn�t prove positive.
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Harry wasn�t far away; just a few streets over from the pub that allowed him into Diagon Alley. He had gone to Gringotts and emptied nearly a quarter of his vault into an expanding change pocket to pay for everything he was going to need for quite some time. Some of his money was changed into muggle pounds. He�d grown up knowing he wasn�t allowed much, and even after he learned of his fortune he lived very meagerly. He walked out of Diagon Alley and into muggle London, bought an apartment, and decided it was time for a shopping trip. He�d need a whole new wardrobe. He walked slowly, afraid of spending his money really.
Once he found a store he thought he�d like, he walked in and brought ten new outfits which he could mix and match to create even more, two pairs of shoes, several pairs of socks, and some boxers. He left and walked a bit. He went to another store where he picked out a few more items, some personal items like shampoo and deodorant, and a few books for reading. The amount of people around him was beginning to get to him so he quickly paid for his items and left the store. Harry walked away from the main flow of people and found himself in a park. He sat on the grass and lounged under a tree in the afternoon sun, watching the birds and the children around him.
He sorted his things in his bags so they�d be easier to carry around. He wasn�t going to use magic unless he had to. He knew it was one of the easiest ways to find someone. After a few hours, Harry stood and continued on. He decided to stop in a hair salon and get something done to his hair. He was too noticeable with his messy black hair, bright green eyes, and glasses. They�d all have to be taken care of. He walked into the salon and asked if he could have a complete do-over. The secretary asked for his name and motioned to a chair to wait.
After about twenty minutes, a man walked over to the secretary before looking at Harry. �Are you Dean?� he asked. Harry nodded his head, liking the false name he�d given. �Follow me. My name�s Tala. What would you like done?�
��m not sure really,� Harry mumbled. �I want the colour changed, and I want a different style. Can you do that?�
�Hunny, I can do anything. I just need a range, some limits so I don�t overstep.�
�Oh. Well, there are no limits. I just don�t want anything frilly and I don�t want it too short, although I do want it shorter,� he explained. The hairdresser nodded in the mirror. Harry had cast a complicated wandless reflection spell that would show Harry in all mirrors until he left. Couldn�t have them wondering why he wasn�t there when he clearly was. The only problem with this spell was that it took a lot out of its caster. Harry was immediately sat in a chair that was leaned back for a washing. Once that was done, a bit of drying before the man began to work on his hair.
�I hope you don�t mind me asking, but is there a reason you want such a drastic change?�
�Hmm?�
�Well, you come in with shaggy black hair that�s so wonderful, but you want it short, with a different colour, different style. Are you on the run and need to change your looks or something?� the man joked.
Harry laughed lightly. �Yes,� he replied. �I just escaped from Azka- I mean, Alcatraz and need to lie low. No, I just... I�m moving on in my life and this is a part of me I want to leave behind.� Behind him, Tala just nodded. �I�ve looked the same ever since I was a kid so it�s time for a change anyways.�
�What�s her name?�
��Scuse me?�
�Usually guys come in here because they just broke up with their long-time girlfriend or whatever. What�s her name?�
�Him, actually,� Harry said softly. �Severus. He died.�
�Oh. I�m sorry.�
�It�s okay.� They were quiet for a few minutes while Tala snipped here and there, pinned back some pieces of hair with clips and barrettes. �So what are you planning to do to me Tala?�
�I was thinking I�d cut first, make it short but still a little longer than normal. Then I was actually going to bleach it before colouring it. It�s hard to colour black hair because it�s so dark. Then I wanted to go with a medium brown that would make your eyes pop out. Unless... unless you plan on changing those as well?�
�Actually, I was going to look around for an optometrist after I left here. I want to get rid of my glasses and get contacts. If my eyes aren�t too bad, I want to change the colour to a dark blue. Kind of like yours maybe,� Harry answered, tilting his head slightly as he looked at Tala in the mirror.
�Oh, well if you�re going for blue the brown will look even better, and I can do something for your bangs. What�s this then?� Tala asked, shifting Harry�s bangs off his forehead to reveal his lightning bolt scar. �This is very nice. Where�d it come from, if you don�t mind?�
�Not at all. I was in a car accident when I was a baby. Killed my mum and dad, but I survived.� The lie just rolled right off his tongue. He was amazed at how convinced he himself was. �My aunt and uncle raised me before I went to boarding school. That�s where I met Sev. And now I�m moving on because I want to put all of that behind me.� Tala just nodded and went back to work. Harry watched as his hair was clipped bit by bit before he was led to another space for a bleaching. He was shocked when he saw nearly white hair atop his head when he looked again. �Wow.�
�Yeah, that�s definitely a change,� Tala said, mussing up the dried, white hair. �Well, let�s get to colouring. I�ll even let you pick. I�m thinking of three different choices. Here, one of these three.� He led Harry to a shelf where several boxes of dye sat and pointed out three browns very close in colour, but slightly different.
�Uh... This one looks fine, I guess,� Harry answered, picking out the middle one.
�Excellent choice, Dean,� Tala approved. Harry sat down once more and the dye was applied. He and Tala talked some more as the colouring continued. When all was said and done, Harry walked out of the salon with shorter, more manageable brown hair that hid his scar better than his old hair had done and would make his eyes look better once they were blue and the glasses gone.
Tala had given him a good place for optometry and Harry was on his way. When he walked in the door, he was greeted by a young woman with stylish, thin wire glasses. �May I help you sir?�
�Yes. My name is Dean. I was wanting to get rid of my glasses and go with contacts. And, if possible, colour contacts of a blue shade,� Harry explained.
�Of course. My name is Amanda. Follow me please?� Amanda asked, walking toward a door. Harry was seated in an examination chair and different lenses flashed before him. They discovered he had perfect vision. Once his papers were filed, he was sent on his way to with a form describing his contacts. His contacts would be ready in a week for him to pick up. He wrote down the address and phone number of the place so he could return and then made for his apartment once more. Wearing a new set of clothing with a different hair style made all the difference in the world; he felt normal for once in his life. No one stared at him as he walked down the street.
He entered his apartment and began to sort through all his purchases. When he realized he had nowhere to put them, he decided furniture was in need. Magical shopping would be needed for this since he needed the furniture and food right away. A new appearance solved all fears as he used his wand to enter Diagon Alley, and only to enter Diagon Alley. He went shopping once more for furniture and food, asking the sellers to shrink the furniture down and place a timer on it so it would all resize at seven o�clock that night. They agreed and he went back to his apartment to stay. He had enough food to last for weeks, and plenty of books and clothes and things. He was set to spend the rest of his life in hiding.
A week later, Harry ventured out of his apartment to retrieve his contacts. They taught him how to put them in, take them out, and how to care for them both when in his eyes and when in their case. Harry left, amazed at how weird it felt without the bulky glasses sliding down his nose. Even though his eyesight had been corrected when he was turned, Albus had decided that Harry Potter without his glasses would arouse suspicions so they relpaced his prescription lenses with plain clear ones and he continued wearing them. He wished he could see himself. Wished he could see his friends to see what they would say about his new look. Wished Sev were there to give his opinion. Hurt feelings swelled to the surface and Harry rushed home to cry himself to sleep. Again. For the sixteenth night in a row.
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The next few days were spent hiding in Harry�s case and searching for him in everyone else�s. But that didn�t seem to last long. The cravings were getting stronger, and Harry knew he couldn�t last much longer. �Dean� ventured out of his apartment to look for food. What am I gonna do? I can�t just advertise what I am. I can just imagine the conversation. �Hi. I�m a vampire and I need your blood. I won�t kill you or turn you, I swear.� Yeah, that�ll go over well. What if I erase their memories? I won�t kill them, and I won�t turn them. Maybe... Harry stopped in his tracks. If I go to Knockturn Alley, I can get a whore and exchange money for sex since feeding is so sexual anyways. The only problem is I�ve never been with a girl before. Hell, I�ve never been with anyone other than Sev. I�ll just have to learn. Forgive me Sev, wherever you are now.
He pulled out his change pocket and made his way to Knockturn Alley, staying as far away from people as he possibly could just in case. Once there, he found a place he deemed worthy and made his way in after checking his contacts were in place. He paid for two hours and went to the room. He was told that the girl�s name was Felicia and that he was to tell her what he wanted. Ha! Fat chance. I�m not telling anyone anything about me really, he thought. The girl came in with a semi-smile on her face. Harry just stood there for a moment in silence, trying to decide what to do. She stood waiting.
�Okay Felicia,� Harry started slowly, �I�ll be honest with you. My name is Dean. I, um, my... lover, left me about a month ago. I�ve, er, never done this before, even with a man,� Harry rushed, stuttering and blushing.
The girl just smiled sweetly and nodded. �What do you want, Dean?�
�Like I said, I�ve never been with a woman. Can you... show me the ropes? I don�t want to hurt anyone; I�ve always associated sex with pleasure.�
�I�ll talk you through it. First, is there anything I can�t do?� At his blank look, she rephrased, �Is there anything I shouldn�t do to remind you of your lover?�
Wide-eyed, Harry didn�t move for a minute. Then he nodded dumbly. �My neck. Don�t... don�t touch it. In any way.� She nodded and then advanced, taking his hands and placing them on her hips. She put her on his shoulders and slowly pulled him down for a kiss.
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Severus lay on the cold ground, trying to wrap up in his robes for warmth. He�d been left here for over a week now. He could feel the sun rise and fall, even if he couldn�t see it. No food, no water, no contact. No blood. Voldemort knew he was a vampire, and he was torturing him. However, he could go for two months without blood before going crazy. It was uncomfortable, sure, and definitely painful. But it was possible. And he didn�t plan on being down there for two months anyways. One of two things would happen: one- he�d get out, either by breaking out or by someone rescuing him it didn�t matter, or two- Voldemort would kill him.
Some days his Dark Mark burned almost constantly, causing him to be able to do nothing but lean against the wall as he clutched his left forearm to try to relieve the pain. There was a slow trickle of water down one of the walls that gave him a minuscule amount of relief, but it wasn�t nearly enough. After two weeks of being stuck in his cell, Severus smelt blood. Fresh blood at that. Someone had been killed. He knew it wouldn�t be brought to him, but his mouth salivated at the thought. All was quiet for several more days.
Literally quiet. No burning Dark Mark. No scents or sounds or anything. Severus stretched his senses out and found they would reach beyond his cell. Immediately he was on his feet. Something was going on around here. He tried what little wandless magic he knew and was soon out of his cell. He stalked silently, staying in the shadows in case something wrong was amiss. When he reached the stairs that would lead him up, he reached his senses out once more. No one was around the stairs on the floor above. He went that far. Eventually he explored the whole house and found there wasn�t a soul, body, or creature around.
Then realized he wasn�t even in Europe anymore. This was one of Lucius� homes, and it was in eastern Russia if he remembered correctly. Silently cursing his so-called �luck� Severus began to formulate a plan. He searched for his wand for the rest of the day, pausing every few moments to reach his senses out to test for things. He didn�t find his wand and figured Voldemort or somebody had it if it wasn�t snapped in half by now. He found a spot in the mansion that seemed underused and spent the night in a light sleep in which every small noise, real or imagined, disturbed him.
The next afternoon Severus found his wand, but he didn�t use it. If Voldemort really wasn�t gone he�d be able to trace Severus� magic very easily. Now he began to formulate a plan on how to get home. He didn�t trust the floo system here, he couldn�t apparate all the way back, it was much too far to walk, and he knew no one here he trusted. The only option left would be to apparate small distances until he was where he wanted to be. He imagined an area that was out of the way, uninhabited, had some trees, but not too many in case he ended up in the middle of one. Apparating to an unknown place was unheard of, but if Severus wanted to get home, it was the only way.
He closed his eyes and apparated. After taking a few moments to find out where he was, he waited to catch his breath and thought about what he was going to do. After prolonging his next departure as long as he could stand, Severus apparated again using the same technique. And again. And again. Only this time, he didn�t apparate into an uninhabited area. He appeared in the middle of a Death Eater meeting. Oh shit, he thought. He didn�t even have a chance to fight back as he was jumped, wand taken, and beaten the crap out of. That�s all he could remember for a while.
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A/N: Poor Sevvie... Everyone has to tell me what they think about Tala. There's a great big long story behind him, but he's real. And that's what he's really like. In case you're a little slow, and there's nothing wrong with that, Tala's gay. As in, wrist popping, shop-a-holic, 'Like, oh my god!' gay. Okay? Reviews!
Lioncourt OMG I love you. First, you were my only review for this chapter. At least, so far. I review the chapter in a fic whenever I read it, not matter how long it's been since it was posted. But anyways... Second, Sorry, Sev isn't yours. And he's not mine. And neither Remus. Or Sirius. Or Lucius. *heartbroken sigh of despair* Alas, it is a cruel world we live in. Third, thank you for the compliment. It was actually a friend's idea to have Harry keep that little tidbit to himself. And everyone knows how Sev is so it wouldn't have mattered if Harry had told him or not because Sev is just as stubbourn as Harry. Fourth: Hermione making Harry feed. I wanted Ron to do it. Hermione usually has all the answers for everything. I wanted Ron to be Harry saviour in this one thing. However, my voices, I mean muses, had other ideas. *shifty eyes* Muses, yes my muses. Anyways! Thanks again for the review. Love ya munchies. You get cookies. Here you go.
That's it. Nobody except Lioncourt loved me this chapter. The next chapter is one of my favourites. Sev has flashbacks to the 'good times' he and Harry have had. Ah, slashy goodness. -dpa06-
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