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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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Harry paced nervously back and forth, fireplace to sofa, sofa to fireplace, within the Room of Requirement. He had finally been given the okay to see his friends and had decided that it would be easier if it was in a place where no one could easily slip up on them. Harry could only imagine what the school would be like if someone heard him telling Ron and Hermione the truth about why he hasn’t been in classes for the past month. He silently cringed at the thought. No good would come if it, that was for sure.
Sirius and Snape had been regularly providing blood for him ever since the little chat with Edge. He still didn’t know what happened to Snape, but the man gave him a goblet of blood routinely after dinner every night. The man never dared to let Harry actually drink from the vein and that suited Harry just fine. He would then usually visit Sirius and Remus afterwards and do his class work and assignments there. Feeding from Sirius when Remus was there was a bit touchy from time to time depending on where Harry had tried to feed. The first time he had fed in front of Remus he had just sniffed at his godfathers’ neck, out of habit, when he had been forcibly drug away and growled at. His shoulder had burned like fire again as well. Remus had never been rough with him before but the message was clear; he was not to go anywhere near Sirius’ neck without being mauled by the wolf. Once again, more than okay with him, he just had to train his instincts not to go there and go straight to the wrist. Otherwise, Remus was the same as ever.
Since he had started getting fed properly, and regularly, Harry had also been noticing small differences in himself. He had more energy and his skin started looking less pale and see through. His color was healthy, his eyes glowed, which was strange in itself, but his senses had gotten multiple times better than they were before. Harry could actually smell the wolf under Remus’ natural human scent and it made him feel safe oddly enough. He had wanted to curl up between his two godfathers multiple times and just bask in their warmth.
Harry stopped his pacing to listen as he heard movement at the door and smiled softly at his friends as they stepped in. “Hey guys.”
“Harry!” Hermione rushed over to him and caught him in a strong hug. Harry found himself glad of his new strength as she practically pounced on him. He tried not to breathe too deeply but still got the undertones of parchment under the soft perfume she was wearing. “Where have you been? Professor Dumbledore told us you were okay but he wouldn’t tell us anything. What’s going on? What happened?”
“Whoa, Hermione, let the man breathe, would you?”
Hermione stepped back from her friend with a small smile of apology. “I’m just concerned about him.”
“Thanks Hermione, but I’m fine. Well, as fine as I can be at any rate.” Harry ran a hand over the back of his neck as he glanced at Ron who stood nervously a few steps away. “You okay mate?”
Ron shrugged. “Should be asking you that.”
“I meant…”
“I know.” Ron nodded walking a few steps toward his dark haired friend. “Promise you won’t fancy me or anything like that?”
Harry almost laughed at his friends’ nervousness but knew that it probably wouldn’t help the situation if he did. “I promise, Ron. Besides, red heads really aren’t my type.”
He could tell that Ron couldn’t decide whether to be relieved or insulted by the comment, but had decided to let it go and give his friend a fond, manly one arm hug. Ron was warm and his musky scent was heightened due to sweat but also fresh like he had been flying. Must have had Quidditch practice before dinner. Harry smiled as he watched Hermione roll her eyes at them and mumble ‘boys’ under her breath.
“So, mate, what’s been going on?”
Harry sighed and motioned for both of them to settle on the sofa while he went back to pacing in front of the fireplace. He was nervous as he started his tale from the beginning. Ron had just got over one hurdle and now here Harry was throwing another one at him. His heart began thudding at a rate that was making him slightly dizzy as it was moving more blood than really needed to be moved for him now. It also caused increase breathing which he found could hurt his lungs when done for extended periods of time. For these reasons, he had to stop periodically to take a deep breath and calm his body down before continuing on. Not once did he look at his friends for he didn’t think he could handle watching their expressions and watch them turning to look at one another as he could hear them doing occasionally.
“So, you’re a vampire now?”
Harry nodded slowly noting the pale color to Rons face. Hermione had her typical thinking face on but there was slight fear in her eyes as well. Harry couldn’t tell if it was for him or of him and he found himself not really wanting to know either. He didn’t think he could handle it if it was the latter.
“Oh Harry, how do you always get yourself into these kinds of situations?”
“I don’t think I can help it, Hermione. Trouble just follows me everywhere.” Harry sighed and seated himself on the floor leaning back on his elbows to better gather the warmth of the fire at his back. He glanced up at Ron who still looked white. “Ron, you going to be okay?”
Ron startled but Hermione spoke before the red head could say anything. “It’s a lot to take in, Harry, but what are you doing for, well, food?”
“Sirius and Snape are ‘donating’ for now.”
“Wait. Snape?” Ron finally spoke up adding a grimace at the end of the Potions Master’s name. “You have to take blood from him? Wouldn’t he poison you or something?”
Hermione glared at their friend while Harry gave a somewhat hesitant smile. “Thankfully, I use a goblet when it’s from him and I haven’t been poisoned yet as you can see.”
“But still, couldn’t he drink something?”
“Ronald, I highly doubt that they would let Harry drink from anyone that could potentially hurt him. Besides, Professor Snape is on our side, remember? Why would he poison Harry?”
Ron shrugged and smiled at Harry. “Because he’s Harry.” Harry smiled back. It seemed that Ron was actually going to be okay.
Hermione huffed at them but moved on to other things. “Remus is letting you drink from Sirius?”
“Yeah, though it was tense at first. Why?”
“Well, werewolves are highly protective of their mates.” Hermione entered lecture mode causing Ron to roll his eyes at Harry and Harry smiled at his friends antics. “They typically don’t allow other creatures around them if they can help it. So, it seems weird to me that he would let you drink from his mate, seeing as you are now another creature. I wonder if there is something else going on. Something that has happened, or something the wolf senses, that we are missing.”
“Hermione, Harry is their godson.” Ron replied. “I doubt Remus would suddenly be mean to Harry. How many times has Remus called Harry his ‘cub’?”
Hermione shook her head. “He still would find it hard to let Harry drink from Sirius no matter how close they are.”
“The only place I can’t get close to is Sirius’ neck, ‘Mione. Remus gets defensive then but there is also this sharp pain in my shoulder where he bit me the first night I found out what I was.”
“He bit you.” The tone that Hermione used had Harry and Ron looking at her strangely.
“What?” Ron asked when she didn’t continue.
“Werewolf bites are supposed to be poisonous, fatal, to vampires. How are you alive?” Hermione looked startled and had moved to the edge of her seat.
Harry sighed. “I’m an Animalis. Apparently, bites don’t phase me besides hurting like hell when they first happen.”
Hermione gasp and Ron once again rolled his eyes. “What’s an Animalis?” Hermione looked like she wanted to smack Ron for not knowing.
“They are rare. So rare in fact that they are thought to be extinct. Don’t you ever read, Ron?”
“Sure I do, just not every single book currently residing in the library.”
Hermione made a move like she really was going to whack him upside the head but Harry spoke to get her attention. “What do you know of them?”
“Honestly, Harry,” she slumped down as though deflated. “Not much. There is very little information. The only book I remember seeing of them was only a couple chapters long and very brief. Most of your creature books only have a page of information on them and some only mentions them as a side note. Although, that could have something to do with the way the wolf is allowing you to feed from its mate. Maybe you being Animalis and the bite you received did something.”
Harry sighed. “Guess I’ll just have to ask and see if Edge knows something.”
“Um, Harry.” Ron spoke sounding nervous. “About this Edge…”
“Are you sure you can trust him?” Hermione finished. “He did turn you on Voldemorts orders after all.”
Harry went to speak but Ron cut him off. “We know he is your Sire and all, but how well do you know him really?”
“Look, if it wasn’t for him, I would still be getting fed Blood Potions. He has done nothing but help me since he turned me. He made a mistake and he’s trying to make up for it. You guys don’t know how lonely he is, you haven’t seen him.” Harry felt himself getting aggravated with them and knew that he shouldn’t. They were only trying to look out for his wellbeing. They were his friends.
“We know, Harry. We just don’t want you getting hurt.”
“I know.” Harry nodded sitting up to rest his elbows on his knees. “Would it help if you knew Sirius met him and seemed okay with him?”
Hermione and Ron looked at each other briefly before Ron turned back. “When can we meet him?”
“What?” Harry sat stunned. They wanted to meet Edge?
“You heard him. Besides,” Hermione smiled at him and winked. “He sounds dreamy.”
Ron groaned. “Women.”
Harry and Hermione laughed. Harry decided to keep the brief sour scent, of what he assumed was jealousy, to himself.
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Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk idly stroking the feathered head of his phoenix companion. When Harry had come asking if he could see his friends, he had found no reason as to why the boy couldn’t. They were worried and asking about him as well. He smiled as he recalled their concerned expressions and constant questions of how Harry was doing. It would be good for the boy to be back with his friends especially when he was going through something such as this.
The old man sighed and stood moving to look out his window down over the Hogwarts grounds. He had noticed the change in the boy when he visited this time in comparison to the last time they had visited together. He could tell that Harry was no longer on the blood potions and in a way Albus was glad. Harry had started showing signs of slowed development early but he had been unsure of who he could get to donate to the boy without crippling the Order. He had said no to Sirius initially as he didn’t know how Remus would react and the werewolf hadn’t known either so they had figured it safer to tell Sirius it was covered and nothing else. It seemed; however, that Harry could feed fine from his godfather with little hostile action on Remus’ part. What Albus couldn’t figure out though was who else Harry was getting blood from. He knew that Sirius would not be able to feed a young vampire such as Harry on his own without a little help from somewhere else. No one else showed any signs of feeding the boy and Albus hoped that Sirius wasn’t his only source if he was actually drinking blood.
Albus closed his light blue eyes with a sigh. Another thing that was bothering him: how was the Sire getting onto the Hogwarts grounds without being detected? The wards should have sent an alarm each time the vampire crossed over them but there had yet to be even a tingle. It nagged at him constantly that Harry had been bitten and turned right under his very nose and he had had no clue that the vampire had even snuck his way in. The wards had never failed against dark creatures of any kind so why had they failed now for multiple times. Albus open his eyes for one last look over the grounds when a flash of white caught his eye. He glanced toward the area it came from watching closely. There was barely a moon in the sky to provide much light but it was just enough for Albus to make out a small cat shaped figure slinky across the grounds headed toward the tree line of the Forbidden Forest. It was hunkered down low but its tail would occasionally flick up as it went on its way. Albus watched curiously as it disappeared behind the trees before motioning for Fawkes. He stroked the birds feathers when its heavy weight settled comfortably upon his shoulder.
“Could you find our little feline friend, Fawkes? If he is who I think he is, please let him know that I would like to visit with him.”
Fawkes gave a small trill before flying out the window as Albus opened it for him. If he turned out to be right, he would have found the answer to at least one of his many questions.
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Edge trotted his way across the grounds of Hogwarts at a steady pace. He stayed low enough that he didn’t think anyone would be able to see him from the windows unless they were really looking for him. He waited until he was well beyond the tree line before he shifted back into his human shape. He sighed and leant back against a tree running a hand through his hair. This running back and forth between listening in on Voldemort and checking in on Harry was beginning to take a lot out of him. It didn’t help that he failed to find sufficient shelter during the day, so had to rely on his animal form, and he could only feed so often without bringing attention to himself. As such, he was traveling many a far distance just to find a halfway decent meal. Edge felt weak in a way that he hadn’t felt for years. It was worth it though when he looked in on his Childe to see him finally developing normally and looking healthy; the way he should be.
Edge stood up from the tree sticking his hands into his pockets. He couldn’t stop the feelings of pride from surfacing as he thought about the progress his young Childe was making now. It wouldn’t be long before he was able to shift into his animal form and Edge could hardly wait to see what the shift would result. He knew the basic shape would be that of a cat, since animal shape copied that of the Sires, but the species and color would be variable. The vampire was almost humming with anticipation.
Edge took one step from the tree before he heard the soft rustle of feathers from a bird in flight. At first he thought it was an owl, as that was the only night time bird that he had ever come across, but the sound was lighter, almost a whisper. It took him a minute to recognize the flap pattern of a phoenix. It had been years since he had laid eyes on one. His guess was proven correct as the brightly colored bird came into sight and landed on a limb above him.
*Well, hello you magnificent bird.* Edge smiled and bowed his head in a sign of respect. *May I ask what your name is?*
The phoenix ruffled its feather proudly at the praise, puffing out its chest. *My name is Fawkes. And yours?*
*It is Edge. To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?*
Fawkes lowered his head to better look at the vampire below him. *My companion asks me to find you. He wishes to speak with you if you are able.*
Edge crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his weight onto one leg. *Who may your companion be, Fawkes?*
*He is Albus Dumbledore.* Fawkes moved to flap his wings once and to shift his weight a little. The blackness of the forest was beginning to make him nervous.
Edge sighed and lifted his arm out to provide a perch for the bird. *I was expecting this sooner or later I guess. Come, Fawkes, we will go to him now, while there is still darkness left.*
Fawkes trilled his acceptance of Edge’s words before soaring down to the offered perch. He allowed Edge to stroke his breast feathers briefly before moving to a more comfortable perch for them both; the shoulder. He was glad to be getting out of the dark and the forest. Edge only hoped he could get this over with as quickly as possible.
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