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I don�t own anyone you can clearly identify.

Author: Rochelle B

Series: The Pack

Timeline: The Summer before GoF, During GoF, and the summer before OotP.

Pairings: One Sided Severus/Harry. Snape/Remus, Snape/Lucius, Snape/OFC, and Sirius/Remus.

Summery: Being a vampire has down sides�blood debts being one. Snape is indebted to Dumbledore, a man he doesn�t trust, and is little more than a puppet� The other downside is obsession� with Harry Potter.

Warnings: Vampire Snape and allusions to Male Pregnancy, vaguely Evil Dumbledore.

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Part One

Obsession

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It occurs to him, as he stands and watches the small house that this isn�t exactly the most normal thing he could be doing on a night like this. Then again, the most normal thing he could be doing, in a logical sense, would be feeding�a night such as this would be ideal.

It was warm and a balmy breeze was blowing�nights like this brought young, stupid lovers from their homes and into the park, seekinghanchance to being alone, together. Picking off one couple would be so easy it almost seems�pointless to him, in a way.

But he couldn�t do such a thing, even if he really wanted to.

Not these days anyway. He was �reformed� or so Albus called it. In reality what it was, was a blood debt that he owed to the man. He�d saved the life of one of his Clan members, and as the leader of said vampire clan, he was in his debt until he died, until he betrayed him, or until he released him from his service.

As far as he was aware, the chances of any of those things happening were slim to none.

And he tried to tell himself he didn�t mind, because Albus Dumbledore was a good man. Not quite harmless, but mostly benign and kind, if not slightly on the mad side of things. Not to mention that hid son seemed quite fond of him�

But by contrast, his son is best friends with the child of that werewolf and his convict dog, so who was to say Chase was the best judge of character around? Not that Lupin�s son was anywhere near as infuriating at his parents had been, as that was a near impossible feat (gh tgh the young Potter matched, if not surpassed his father as far as sheer annoyance potential went) but it was the principal of the matter.

The child of a vampire�best friends with the child of a werewolf�it was, up until now, something that was borderline unheard of. And yet there they were, attached at the hip. Someone, somewhere, was having a great laugh at their expense.

Probably Lupin, now that I thought about it. That man�was by far the most confu per person he had ever had the displeasure of encountering. He thought, perhaps, that he even baffled himself, and it surely wouldn�t surprise him if he did. Lupin was, like Albus, just this side of madness. But his madness wasn�t the same as the old man�s. Lupin was insane in a way that, for reasons he was not quite sure of, made him a better person.

It seemed contrived, especially to him, but he�d managed to go from a selfish, over-pampered, rich twit to a fairly responsible, calm, and almost mystifying, not to mention poor, twit, by suffering a series of nervous breakdowns. Most people ended up checking themselves into St. Mungos before going through half of what Lupin did, and yet he�d someone managed to come out on top.

Perhaps that was what wapealpealing about the werewolf and why, in site of having a deep dislike for him, he found himself unable to cut Lupin from his life. They had a spent a time as lovers, and it was hardly the worst relationship he�d ever forged, but it had ended very badly.

Their sons had forced a truce of sorts and, though the day he admitted it out loud would be a cold day indeed, he and the werewolf understood each other. Understood the darkness of the night, and what it was to hear someone�s heartbeat with unnatural ears, and wonder what it�d be like to crush the heart in your palm, just to hear the sound it made in that instant before it stopped.

Because every time Lupin said he only felt the wolf during the moon, he was lying. He knew better, because he�s shared a bed with the man, and remembered the biting kisses and raking fingernails and�well, he remembered. There was darkness in Lupin, a monster that hovered just underneath his outer shell, and demanded to get out.

Wanted to feel and taste blood, have the earth beneath its paws, and be�free. Lupin just supsed sed it well. Very well.

And he understood that. His own monster lurked, wanting and waiting, biding its time for when it was no longer bound by the laws of a meddling old (human) coot. It didn�t like being lorded over by a human, powerful wizard or no, and that was the reason why he�d never be one of Albus� flock, as Lupin and Black and the Potters had insisted upon being. No�as much as he appreciated Albus letting him into Hogwarts all of those years ago, and not expelling him the moment he became obsessed with figuring out Lupin�s secret, he didn�t want to be his puppet.

And he was. He was Dumbledore�s puppet. They all were, of course, but he loathed it.

Albus was different from Lupin, in his madness, and more similar to the likes of Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy. His madness was calm and collected, hiding a calculating and perhaps even cruel mind, behind those twinkling blue eyes� His madness was to disarm you, lull you into something resembling a sense of safety, and then suddenly you found yourself in his grasp and unable to escape.

Lupin had his debt, and guilt, over Hogwarts. Black, who was apparently an innocent man, would owe Albus for caring for his mate and child while he was in Azkaban. He owed him for Hogwarts, for the life of one of his clan members, and a good deal of other things, and he knew that soon�soon Albus meant to collect that debt.

The Dark Lord was going to rise again and he would be needed to play Albus� faithful spy, willing to risk his neck for the sake of the side of light, when in fact nothing could have been further from the truth. He would risk his neck for two things, and only two things: To repay his debt, and protect his family.

And the former was less important than the latter, and he knew Albus knew it. And that was another layer in which he was a puppet and Albus could jerk his stings. He held his son over his head, dangling his happiness and innocence like a fairly obscene carrot�

And there were other things he held�secrets that he would rather not have exposed, and things that were better left not mentioned.

�Severus, I must confess, I find you�latest obsession to be distressing.�

I arched an eyebrow, looking away from the bowl of lemon drops. Far from seeds, I�d found myself counting the damn things anyway. I stare at the man, trying to quell the uneasy feeling in my stomach. I wonder�is it wrong that I to to rip his face off and�perhaps use it as a decorative hat of some nature. Sometimes it was...difficult to reconcile normal vampire thoughts with those the average human thought normal.

�Oh?�

�Yes. Your preoccupation with Harry.�

�I would hardly call that an obsession.�

Dumbledore smiled. �You say much the same off all your obsessions. Remus Lupin for instance.�

�He�s a werewolf, of course I was obsessed.� I said dismissively. I hahesehese little �heart-to-hearts� of ours, where he tries to act as if he doesn�t know I harbor little more than indifference for him, at the very best.

�And Autumn? Or Lucius perhaps?�

I smiled faintly. Autumn and Lucius had been�utterly intoxicating and�undeniable. And perhaps I�d been more obsessed with them, than in love as I�d been foolish enough to think when I was younger�but nonetheless, they had been something to behold.

�What of them?�

�I warned you-�

�You ordered me.� I cut in, scowling. �You ordered me to stay away from them.� In order to keep me firmly lodged under his thumb. He simply could never allow me an ounce of happiness that he didn�t �gift� me with. Remus had been a gift, and when our affair had ended (badly) Dumbledore had taken it as an almost personal affront, shocked that I�d dared to refuse what he�d graced me with.

Having Lupin here this year, the year when Sirius Black escaped, was his punishment. Make me watch my former lover pine away, watching the sky late at night and wandering the halls endlessly, in search of the one he loved more than anything�make me wonder why I was destined to be second place.

Try to hurt me.

Really I was just upset that the werewolf would dare to try and move onto my territory, but I wasn�t hurt. Remus and I had a relationship of mutual indifference that I wappy ppy to maintain. I simply wanted him away from what was mine.

And, though I was loath to admit it, I wanted him away from Albus. Dumbledore had some sort of plan brewing in his head, and it would almost surely involve Remus and Remus� son, and I wasn�t going to just allow it.

I couldn�t do anything visible of course. It had to be subtle�such as prompting Lupin�s students to realize what he was and letting the parents take care of the rest. Sadly, I�d overestimated the students of Hogwarts in such a task, as they all continued to remain oblivious.

�And it was for the best.� Dumbledore said, frowning. I could feel the temperature in the room drop, though it was probably but a few scant degrees. Vampires are sensitive to such things however, so it couldn�t go unnoticed. �They were servants of the Dark Lord.�

�We seemed to have that in common.� I muttered. Only at least they got to choose whom they would serve. I never got such a chance.

Albus� lips pressed into a thin line for a moment, then he made a dismissive noise. �Your obsession with Harry�he is a child you realize.�

�I assure you my counting skills leave nothing to be desired.� I pushed my chair back and stood. �I harbor no hidden desire for Potter. If I did, I certainly wouldn�t need your permission or input should I choose to pursue it.�

Albus was silent for a moment, then spoke, tone dly cly calm. �Severus, I will tell you this but once�do not trifle with Harry. AS long as you are indebted to me, you will do as I say.�

�Of course.�

That had been some time ago, before the debacle in the Shrieking Shack. He had to confess, he was rather disappointed that Black was innocent�

And, more than that, he was sickened how easily Lupin and Black had fallen under Albus� sway. The werewolf and the dog would surely follow the man around, doing as his bid, now that he had �saved� Black from the Kiss.

Saved them without raising a finger and risking the lives, and sanity, of two teenaged children in order to do it. Then again, Granger and Potter were but puppets to Albus, so why should he be surprised by such actions�

Because it was Potter. He�s assumed him a far more important puppet than all the rest, Dumbledore�s golden marionette in a sense. He would play a much bigger role in what Albus wanted to do that much was clear by his orders to stay way�

Though, he also imagined that Albus was up in arms that he would dare speak against him, or take an actual interest in his other toys� How dare one of his pawns dare to ask about the game that was playing out around him?

�Professor Snape?�

He sighed, mildly disgusted with this sudden turn of events. He looked over at the boy, who was bathed in the light of a streetlamp. It bounced off of his unruly black hair, creating an almost halo around him. Confused emerald eyes watched him warily. The boy frowned, shoving his hands into his jeans, which were far too big for him, and he wondered at that.

Surely the likes of Harry Potter could afford better.

The boy blushed under his scrutiny and stared back at his home for a moment, before looking at him.

�I saw you form the window and�I�what are you doing out here?�

�I would think it rather obvious that I was watching you.� He said tersely.

�Well yes�but why? Is something going on?� The boy�s eyes widened slightly. �Did Dumbledore-�

�You�re so foolish Potter. So�trusting.� The boy blinked, taken aback by his tone, which was nothing short of harsh. �You�re like your parents.�

The boy scowled, the very mention of his parents making his naïve nervousness melt away. �Don�t you talk about my parents. They were-�

�Good people. I�m aware.� He stalked over to the teen and, smiling slightly, reached out and grabbed him by the back of the head. He went rigid, fear rolling off of him. �And that was their problem. They were good and sure they were on the side of the light, never daring to question. Tell me Potter, have you ever wondered why? Why Dumbledore, the wizard even Voldemort feared, didn�t know Pettigrew was a traitor, and didn�t know Black changed at the last moment? Or why you were never told that your parents were betrayed? Haven�t you ever questioned why you spend your entire life in the dark?�

�I�� The boy squeaked then trailed off, and he sighed, more annoyed than he dared to let on. Foolish boy. �I don�t understand.�

No he didn�t. And he couldn�t. Not yet, not when even he didn�t understand yet.

Severus sighed again, and then eased his grip on the teen. His made his tone soft and silky smooth, like honey and oil, before speaking again, working his own special brand of magic on the teen�s mind.

�Forget this. You didn�t see me outside of your window, and you�ll continue to live in ignorant bliss.� He frowned for a moment, watching those emerald eyes glaze over as Potter fell under his spell. His lips were shiny and pink, and the innocence almost radiated from him. He ran his thumb over those lips, which parted slightly.

He wondered what made this one teen so important. What did he have to make Dumbledore value him above his other puppets? Sure, he had power, but no more than that of say�Draco Malfoy or Ronald Weasley or Granger. His defeat of the Dark Lord as a child had more to do with his mother than it did with him�and after that it�d been more dumb luck than anything else.

And he meant dumb�

And that, of course, was why he was here, wasn�t it? Because at the root of his �obsession� was the desire to know why. Why Dumbledore placed Potter above all else�why all of his plans centered around one awkward teenage boy.

With Remus it�d been the beast within�with Lucius, the need to know the man beneath the mask�and with Autumn, the need to capture her wild air.

But this time it was why. What about Harry Potter made the world move slower and his near dead heart beat just a fraction faster. What did Potter possess that made him so damn intoxicating to everyone he encountered, even if the vast majority would never realize it.

More on a whim than anything, he kissed the boy. He swiftly silence the part of his mind that pointed out he was, more or less, molesting a child younger than his son, and focused on what was inside of the boy. What was so�

He couldn�t think of a word for it.

The boy let out a breathy moan, lips parting and tongue darting out. He let one of his hands trail down the teen�s back, unknowingly drawing him closer. One of Harry�s hands reached up, pressing against neck, smooth fingers working over his skin.

And he felt it, or saw it, or maybe even heard it. The light. Bright and�overwhelming. He pulled away, realizing he�d let out a cry of pain, the teen slipping from his grasp. He put a hand to his head to steady himself, frowning slightly.

In that moment, he�d felt like he�d been consumed by some kind of light�burning its way into every part of his body. And, as vampires didn�t really get along too well with burning lights, he�d broken the contact, but he couldn�t help but feel as if he skin was burning�

He licked his lips, thinking that, in spite of all of that light, he�d seen darkness at the core. Deep inside, buried around brightness and power and loyalty and all of those good things Gryffindors supposedly stood for�was darkness.

Intriguing.

He considered Potter for a moment, who was sitting on the ground and looking dazed, before turning and leaving. The teen would forget the entire encounter, as Severus had instructed and�perhaps he would walk through the park.

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Harry blinked up at the ceiling of his bedroom, frowning some. He reached up, brushing his lips with his fingertips. He knew it�d been a dream, yet he felt as if his lips were tingling�

How odd.

�Get down here you ungrateful brat!� His uncle shouted and, heaving an annoyed sigh and shoving the already blurry dream away, Harry got up to ready for his day.
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