Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/9897188. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Major_Character_Death, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence Category: M/M Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling Relationship: Harry_Potter/Other(s), Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Severus_Snape/Other(s) Character: James_Potter, Severus_Snape, Original_Character Additional Tags: Explicit_Language, Chan, Slash_sex, Incest, Self-Harm, Sexual_Content, Threesome, Voyeurism, Action/Adventure, Alternate_Universe, Angst, Tragedy, Drama, First_Time, Horror, Supernatural_-_Freeform, Mystery, Suspense, Romance, Science_Fiction_&_Fantasy Collections: HPFandom Stats: Published: 2010-01-04 Completed: 2010-01-19 Chapters: 17/17 Words: 21053 ****** The Vampire Prince ****** by Angel_writer1 [archived by HPFandom_archivist] Summary After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. Notes Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator, please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection profile. ***** Chapter 1 ***** Chapter 1 "PLEASE!!! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!" Harry sobbed as what felt like electric fire was coursing through his veins. "It's ok Little One, it will be over soon," said a warm rich, male voice that soothed him. Harry nodded as a new blast of electricity ripped through him. He began to squirm to escape the feeling. "Hold him still!" said the warm voice, cooling a few degrees. "I'm trying but-" "Hold him still or I will never have sex with you ever again" Even in the mind numbing pain, Harry could tell it was joke, yet whoever had his mid-section tightened their grip. Harry whined at the pain and tried to scratch at the person who was holding him but only was pinned even more. "James, isn't there anything you can do to calm him down?" "You sound like Lily when Harry was a baby!" "I'm going to have to feed this child! I believe I can feel what Lily was feeling!" Harry stopped strugging some to get a grip on his other senses. A fuzzy image was coming to his eyes as the fire in his veins subsided. "There you go Little Treasure! Be still like that!" said the warm voice, as a cold hand was carded through his hair. It felt so good, like a lover’s touch yet even more gentle, as though the owner was unsure if he wanted to be touched. "Who are you?" asked the brunette nerviously. Two sets of chuckles was all he heard as another hand came up to his mouth and pryed it open and inserted a spidery finger. "There we are! A very small one. And there is the other one," said the owner of the finger as he touched Harry's top teeth. "Then it is complete!" said the warm voice still stroking the boy's hair. "Please. Who are you?" "Five points from Griffindor for being clueless, Mr. Potter," said a now familar voice. "Professor Snape?" asked Harry. "Yes, Potter." "Who is the other person?" "Your father." If Harry had not past out from pain and the ritual of turning into a vampire, he would have done it from that information. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So it's true then?" asked Nero, the silver haired brown eyed youth from the doorway of Severus' room in James' manor. "What is, love?" asked Severus, taking off his traveling cloak. "My father's half human son has become a vampire," the youth said moving his lithe body around behind Severus. His long hair braided was put over his shoulder as he tried to press into the Potion Master. A weaker man would have become a jibbering fool to be this close to Nero. "Yes." "Is he beautiful?" "Very." A sly smile creeped over Nero's face as his arms around Severus' waist. "I want him." "And what about me, or all those pretty things I find crawling in your bed." "Are you jealous?" Severus turned out of the embrace, "I am your fathers mate." "Yet you crawl into bed with me and those same 'pretty things'," Nero pointed out. "James knows." Nero laughed, "He probably has you tell him all the naughty details." Severus just shuffled his feet as he undressed. "I want him," Nero repeated. The Potion Master nodded. "And you and my father are not getting in the way," and with that the vampire walked out. "Poor Potter," Severus thought as he got into bed that night. "He's going to have to fight off the devil himself. What Nero wants..." A/N: I'm back!!! ***** Chapter 2 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== *! This Chapter contains Het sex for like a minute. If that offends you, don't read the end*! Chapter 2 Harry hissed at the new nurse who had come into his room, trying to get him to calm down. After discovering he was a vampire, he had decided that he did not want to see anyone who he did not know. Even the pretty little nurse here who was trying to coax him from his anger with sex was not gaining any points with him. He was too gay to even think of her beauty and too angry to think anything about calming down. "What is all this?" asked the familar harsh voice over the four or five nurses chattering in the room already. "Master Harry won't calm down," said a small nurse. "Clear out," Snape said making a jerking movement to the door with his head. The nurses scrambled out like first years under the gaze of the Potion Master. When the last had gone, Snape turned his gaze to Harry. "Now, why will you not go back to bed?" Stubbornly, Harry looked away crossing his arms over himself as he sat bow legged on the top of the bed. Of course Snape was having none of that. "Come on now, you must be tried since the ritual." "How would you feel if you found out that your whole life, you could have had a family but your other family did not want you?!" Harry spat. He could hear the Dursley’s calling him a freak and neglecting him on his own birthday. The sting of being left at Hogwarts because they did not feel like having him around to celebrate Christmas or Easter with. "James did want you." "Why didn't anyone tell me? Why couldn‘t I stay with him?" Snape sat down on the edge of the bed gracefully, "What would you have done if after being told you are a wizard that you are a half vampire because your father is a full one. Then you are told that you can't see him because his pack would kill the only human part of you. What would you do?" Harry paused before saying, "I would..." "Try harder to get yourself killed? Rush even more recklessly into hell's fire," the Potion Master arched a elegant eyebrow at the youth on the bed. Harry just swallowed and looked down. He knew that he dove recklessly into danger in hope of one day being reunited with his parents. Everyone had assumed it was his since of duty. Only Severus Snape had ever guessed the truth. Snape chuckled, "Its ok to be angry at fate and nature, but please don't give anyone here grief, Potter. This pack is a proud one and if you insult any of them they will hurt you without a second thought." As the teacher got up to leave, Harry looked up nearly giving himself whipflash as he asked, "Can I ask you a few questions, sir?" "You can ask a hundred." "Are you a vampire?" It was a question that so many Hogwarts student had wanted to ask the stoic man since he had began teaching. "Though I must look like those sketches in the text books, no I am not." Harry blinked back surprise, then asked, "Why are you here then sir?" "I am mated to a vampire here." Was Snape blushing? He was a little more peach in his pale skin, if that qualified for a blush. "You give blood and...." remembering what Hermione had said about vampire mates once on one of her rants about how the text books got so much information wrong. ‘Vampire mate’s give blood and sexual companionship to their masters. They are allowed to continue having relationship with other vampires if their master allows it but they can not have a family. They give up having a human mate and child. That’s why vampires treat their mates like royalty. Imagine giving up your entire life to a vampire…’ Snape just nodded. "Who is your mate," asked Harry, knowing who already. "Your father, the pack leader. He owns this whole estate and pack members filter through as they see fit." "Will you be providing me blood sir?" Snape smiled warmly, which made the harshness disappear. "Yes Harry. I know you must find me disgusting, but I think you can get used to sucking your ugly Potion Master's blood." Harry looked down. He could not tell Snape that he had been having fantasies about the man for a whole year. He could not tell him that his teenage brain gave him visions of being under the Potion Master's spidery hands as they found their way into every little private place imaginable. And that voice! It was like satin playing over silk. He wanted to be encased in the man. He was jealous of his father who probably held the man every night. Speaking of James. "Where is my father?" "Here," said the warm voice from before. Harry looked around found James Potter looking back at him. He was tall, with lean muscle. His black hair, so much like Harry's, was a little shorted than his son’s had a controlled wave to it. His brown eye had no need for glasses, unlike Harry who still needed his round ones to let him see. "James," came a breathy word before Snape fell into the older Potter's arms. "Now Sev, we don't want Harry to be seeing your soft side just yet," James mock scolded before planting a passionate kill on Snape's lips. Harry watched in fascination as Snape seemed to grow younger until he looked like he was twenty five or so. He realized that the older wizard was wearing a deglamor charm, hiding his true beauty, probably to please James. "Beloved, can you check on Bartle for me. The old fool is 2,000 years old and going blind." Snape took the hint and left. "You must really do love him," Harry said quietly trying not to sound envious. "Always have." "Didn't you love Lily, my mom?" James reached over and pulled Harry into a tight hug. "I loved Lilly. And I loved Sev. I have room enough in my heart for both. It had been a long time since I had played human so I pretended to be human and I fell in love with your mother and Severus. Lily was not cut out for pack life, wanting to remain in the human world, yet Severus wanted nothing to do with it anymore. When Lily was pregnant with you I decided to stay with her until you were old enough to make the choice of where you wanted to be. Besides, I already had a son, and I wanted to be with Lily to protect you from Voldemort, but I couldn't. He had stronger supporters so even when he was gone from that love spell your mother put on you, I had to protect my pack. You were too young to come and be protected here. I wish I could have protected you better. But from what Sev tells me you have friends, a lot of friends and love. I hope I did the right thing." Harry was crying as he nodded into James' chest. “ I did have love, but not from my guardians.” “I have a lot to make up for and I promise I will.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The small nurse moaned as Nero licked up and down her small well endowed body. He stopped his minstrations on her lower half, making her plead for more of his fingers. "I'll put even more up there if you do something for me. Hell, I'll make you my personal play toy," the beautiful youth said. The nurse nodded, wanting anything this lean Nero offered. "I want you to keep an eye on my little brother. Make sure no one is trying to mate with him." He nipped at a nipple and smiled at her yelp and moan. The nurse screamed, "Yes! Yes! I will!" as something bigger than fingers were pushed into her wet channel. ***** Chapter 3 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== Chapter 3 The next five days were a combination of gathering information from Snape and making up for lost time with James. Harry loved spending time with Snape more to be honest, under the guise of asking questions. He always had questions, so seeking having an excuse to keep the Potion Master in his room longer was not a worry. Over the course of the five day period, he had learned about the pack, the ministry now that the Dark Lord was gone, how Ron and Hermione were holding up, and why some of the nurses were trying to seduce him. Ever so often, one of the nurses would caress him in a strange way, looking at him with hooded eyes. They would whisper about their great love for him or something about his beauty as they leaned toward him, letting their breast slip out of their shirt. Then some little nurse would walk in and scream, pulling the other off Harry. "Why do they do that anyway?" asked Harry when Snape had made everyone leave so that Harry could feed. "They don't have a sire or a mate to protect them or advance their position in the pack so the next best thing is to mate with the Pack Leader's son," Snape answered, cutting his hand so blood dribbled up. “Now drink before it gets cold.” Harry also liked feeding off of Snape. It was so intimate to lap up his blood. Snape always cupped his hand so the blood collected like a little bowl for Harry, who felt like a kitten using his tongue to drink the rich fluid. He wished and dreamed that one day the Potion Master would reach out with his other hand to pet him when he feed, and say something in that warm voice. Something like, 'I love you, Harry' or 'Only for you Harry'. But then James his father would come in and kiss the older man as he whispered “See, we are like a family.” Harry sighed, looking up at the clock, knowing full well that he had a lot of time before his next feeding or any one else comes to visit him. The only other person in room with him was a small nurse who was gifted in the breast department. She was usually the person who found Harry when her friends were trying to seduce him and made a point of staying behind everyone else to shield him from less savory characters. Yet at seven she ran out of the room and did not come back until nine to give him his last goblet of potion of the day. Still, she was the only other person in room so Harry tolerated her company. Suddenly, making him and the little nurse jump, the door opened revealing what had to an angel. With long silvery hair put into a high and messy pony tail, pink skin, mocha brown eyes, slim body with curvy hips encased in a tight pair of pants and tight button down shirt, the pink lipped young man had to be something from heaven. "So this is where they are hiding you little Harry," the man said, his soft voice filling the room like a chord from a violin. "Master Nero, what are you doing here?" asked the small nurse, straightening her skirt and hair. "Coming to see my little half brother, of course. Can you please give us some privacy please nurse?” Nero did not even look at the woman, just kept staring straight into Harry’s eyes. The nurse only nodded as she walked out, letting her hips shake as she did. "My, my such a lovely face and such eyes! You are a picture of innocence," Nero smiled, reaching out and grasped Harry's hand so he could pull the little vampire a little closer. Harry shuddered at the cool yet soft hand of the other person, marveling how elegant it was lacing through his. "Y-you are my half brother?" he asked, feeling foolish he had to ask. James had mentioned him few times but never quite in such detail to make the younger man think of someone as beautiful as this. "Your older half brother," affirmed Nero, bringing Harry's hand to his lips for a small refined kiss. "You don't look like James," Harry said, feeling small and somewhat dizzy after the kiss. "I look more like mother, Charlotte, don't I?" The brunette nodded, wishing to meet the other‘s mother. A chime sounded from somewhere awaking the two brothers from their private intimate moment. "Oh, that is the stupid noise that says I must leave now. But if you would like, I can arrange for us to have a picnic in the garden tomorrow," Nero looked down at him hopefully. "Sure! I would like that very much," Harry gave large smile to Nero with a firm nod of 'yes'. Nero grinned, withdrawing his hand, which was shaking a little. He left the room with a grand bow saying, "Until we see each other again, Little Harry." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Walking down the halls past Nero's rooms (for some reason that escaped him), Severus heard screams of anger and distress as a semi naked girl ran out of Nero's room, trying to cover her huge breast that were dancing upon her chest. "YOU MOANED HIS NAME YOU BASTARD!! YOU SICK MONSTER!!!" she yelled back at the door before running in the opposite direction of Severus. The Potion Master could not help but be curious at this event (someone running out of Nero’s room was not uncommon, but usually it was after the act and done out of embarrassment) and poked his head into the room that the girl had run out of knowing full well that it was Nero's. Nero was undressed on the bed of light blue silk, stroking his cock and looking lustfully at Severus like he was water and the youth was a man stranded in the desert. "Sev," he begged, or at least pretended to beg. "Whose name did you moan that made the girl run?" asked Severus, undressing out of duty to the vampire not love. "Harry...." said a contented Nero, squeezing the large organ in his hand to stop from coming so quickly, "He's so beautiful. I want to rip him open to see if those insides are just as pretty. I bet he's virgin. God! I want him! Do you think he blushes at the very thought of touching himself! Mine, I want him to be mine!" As Sev climbed onto bed with Nero, he made no effort to say he wanted Harry too. ***** Chapter 4 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== Chapter 4 "My, Harry you tell such funny stories!" chuckled Nero, clutching a knot on the tree that he and Harry were sitting under for support. The 'garden' as Nero had put it yesterday was honestly a more timid version of the grounds of Hogwarts; it was surrounded by forest and meadow with a reasonably sized pond. Harry was quick to point this out which led to him talking about his life at Hogwarts and parts of the muggle world. Nero seemed to hang onto every word, leaning in some parts, making Harry feel a little weird. "This Ron and Hermione sound lovely! You must like them a lot," Nero said, patting Harry's knee. "I do! They are my best friends," Harry said, before adding, "I wish they could visit." Snape had told him that his friends weren’t allowed until he been baptized into the pack. Nero just smiled, letting his fingers stroke Harry's knee then travel up his thigh. "I know. But I'm sure you will see that living here is just as fun as living at Hogwarts. And beside you won't have to go back to those awful Dursley's." The younger vampire gulped and nodded watching the fingers dance along his thigh, sometimes falling in between his legs and stroking his inner thigh. In the tight trousers he wore it felt so...good. "You know," said the older brother, as though it just came to him, "Vampires and human magic folk used to work together. The two races were the best of friends, until a Minster of Magic came along that hated us vampires and put us on what they call 'estates'. Sure it looks pretty, but we can't leave unless they allow us. Prisoners in a glided cage. They mark as a type of ‘creature’ like animals! We can't have human mates unless they allow us. Then they tell their children lies about us so no one will be our mate. Once it was an honor to have a vampire consider you worthy to be a mate. Now it is disgusting. How horrible for our race..." "There you are Harry," said Snape coming up the hill they were sitting on, cutting off Nero in his rant. Snape wasn't dressed in usual black robe, just the under things that Harry had only seen once at the Duel Club. "I've been looking for you everywhere. It's time for your feeding." Nero visage changed to almost sinister look as he looked up at Snape with a small smile playing off his lips as he pulled Harry closer to him. "Why hello, Snape. My little brother and I were just talking about humans. So nice for one to join us." Snape paused looking over Nero, before saying, "Of course you are the one behind his disappearing out of the hospital wing..." "You could have told me last night you needed Harry to feed with you at certain time. We wouldn‘t Harry to go into blood lusts wouldn‘t we?" The older vampire smiled broadly and showed his long gleaming fangs which made the young brunette gasp. Snape looked away and whispered something that made Nero chuckle, "Sit down and feed Harry and I. I haven't drank anything today, speaking of blood lusts." Harry looked around at Snape who looked like he had eaten a lemon. He sat down and sliced his hand letting the blood dribble up before cupping his. Harry licked his lips and began to lap up the blood eagerly as Nero also dipped his tongue into the blood. Ever so often the older vampire's tongue would touch the younger's, making the other shiver. "You know Nero, your father is asking for your presence tonight. He wishes to talk to you," Snape said suddenly, his voice sounding very dry and on the verge of cracking. "Hmmm, maybe I should get ready now," Nero said, moving to get up, before squeezing Harry's leg saying, "See you later, Little Harry." Harry was too busy watching the other leaving to feel Snape's hand try to stroke his hair before letting fall to side uselessly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Nero was kneeling on the bed, naked, his arms laced around James' neck, but unlike his other encounters with lovers, he was totally at the mercy of his father. His father said turn around and on this hands and knees, he complied without a sarcastic remark to save him. His mind was filled with hatred, not really toward his sire but to what he represented. An obstacle, a hurtle, an opponent that he could not yet remove from his path. "So are you playing nice with your brother?" asked James conversationally as he prepared his son for his large hard cock. Nero only moaned at the fingers and nodded dumbly. "I know what your planning, Nero. Don't think for a moment I don't know. I don‘t need spies in the mountains or updates from Snape to tell what you are doing." Nero nodded again as the fingers were gone and his father pushed his cock into his entrance, pushing up until he was fully into his son. The silvery haired youth saw stars and thrust back and forth and began to fuck himself on the cock as he said between moans,"I'll...win...father...I'll...own...them...all...Me...and...Harry...packs…will…unite…under…our…banner" James just smiled and let the youth fuck himself until they both came at the same time. Nero fell back onto the bed, panting, covered in sweat and cum. James just looked down at him with a smile. "Are you sure you want to do it?" asked James. "Yes! Humans deserve it," Nero looked up with his usual sly smile. "Lily didn't." "Thank god she's dead..." Nero was just finished with the sentence when a hand was brought down upon his cheek, hard. "Don't - you -EVER- say - ANYTHING - like - that -about - LILY - AGAIN," James hissed and with that left to go to the bathroom. Nero just held his cheek, his eyes full of anger and hurt. Somewhere in the dungeon of the estate, a creature hissed its own displeasure. ***** Chapter 5 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== Chapter 5 Harry was out of the hospital wing for good after the garden meeting. He was now moved into a new room that made him feel like an ant in the Sistine Chapel. The room was decorated in Renaissance paintings on the walls and ceilings, promoting the Greek and Latin gods and goddesses. It seemed about half the size of the great hall with a bed that looked like half of Griffindor house could sleep in it comfortably. The closet was a walk-in, filled with fashionable muggle and wizard wear; Harry was pretty sure he had seen Narcissa Malfoy wear one or two of the robes in the closet once. It was about the size of the master bedroom in Privet Drive, with several rows of the fine clothing and accessories. Then the bathroom, which made the Prefect bathroom in Hogwarts look like a one room stall. Harry was sure he could have a pool party in it and no one would catch on that it was a restroom. It was ornately covered in gold and silver, with every precious gem imaginable worked into the design. The bath, or one could easily say pool, was even lined with the stones. "Its all every overwhelming," he told James when the older vampire came to visit his son. "I want you to feel like the little prince you are," replied James, smiling warmly at him. Harry nodded, not wanting to tell his father he did not want to feel like a prince. Harry just wanted to be himself, not a hero, not a prince, just a normal teenager vampire wizard. As normal as that could be anyway. Nero came to visit a few times since the garden, but only really talked about his dislike of humans. Harry could not make a move to hush him about it, since his brother always had his hand on his leg, making thrilling patterns. Sometimes when Harry turned away to ignore the other vampire's rant, Nero would squeeze his leg, making him yelp and look around. All he would see was the other laughing behind his hand saying something about how cute Harry was. He felt butterflies in his tummy every time. Snape caused those butterflies too. He usually came after Nero, looking a little more nervous than the last day. Harry could not put his finger on what was making the older man nervous, but he knew it had to be something about Nero. One day he was going to ask. And that day was today. The sun had gone away, and it was raining cats and dogs outside. After feeding, Harry had convinced Snape to play a round of chess with him, though he was horrible at it. During the course of the game, they had lapsed into uneasy silence and Harry decided to brake it. "Nero came by today," he said directing a pawn. Snape grunted, furrowing his brow. "He seems to not like...ummm..." Harry looked away, rubbing his shoulder. "Humans," the Potion Master finished, moving his pieces expertly around the board. "Yeah." "But you got it wrong, Potter," Snape said quietly as his knight slaughtered Harry's pawn, "he doesn't dislike humans. He hates them." "Is it because they control are cruel and injustice to vampires?" Snape looked up, and smiled that cruel smile he used to when Harry was wrong in class making him feel like the first year student Snape had picked out to quiz at the beginning of his Hogwarts days. "No, Mr. Potter. It is because he thinks vampires are better than humans in everyway. He wants to rule over them, make them to be his personal sex and blood slaves. He just wants domain over them." "How do you know?!" Harry was on his feet in a moment, defending his new half brother. "Maybe he just wants respect for all the vampires. Maybe he wants truth about vampires, not the lies. Maybe.." "Maybe he has been tricking you Potter," Snape was on his feet to, sneering. "He wouldn't do that!" "Yes he would! He's just like the Dark Lord, but more crafty!! If Tom Riddle had half the looks your sweet brother has the Death Eater population would have been double its current numbers!!" Harry put his hands over his ears, saying, "You're just saying that!! You think by treating me like a child, I'll believe what you say!" Snape yelled, "You are acting like a child!! Hell, you still are one!" Harry looked up, fire in his eyes. "No I'm not." The Potion Master put on his classic sneer and uttered the words, "Prove it." For a moment, both looked at each other in pure anger, breathing heavily. Then, Harry throw the small table and chess game to the floor, wrapped his arms around his professor's neck and kissed. For a moment the stoic man did nothing, but then joined in. It became heated quickly; nips, bites and tongues were exchanged in the battle to gain control. But Snape won and plundered the boys mouth. Nero, vampires, James, Ron, Hermione, Hogwarts, and chess was forgotten. It was just them. Just this small moment. And right when Harry thought it couldn't get better, he came, just from kissing. And everything came rushing back: Snape was his father's mate. His father, who was the pack leader. Nero’s coy little smiles. Harry pushed the other away, panting. Snape looked lustfully back at him, and tried to kiss him again. Harry pushed again. "You should leave," was all he could mange. "Harry," Snape said, reaching out to touch him. "Go away!!" Harry screamed, tears coming down his face. He followed behind the teacher to the door and shut behind the man when he had left. Harry sobbed on the floor with his back to the door, hugging his knees, not knowing that Snape was on other side, doing the same thing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` James kissed Severus' navel and still the only response was a forlorn sigh. Severus had told him about the kiss, and though the pack leader said everything was okay in fact it sounded mildly sweet, his mate still was not focusing on the task at hand. "Love, please don't worry about Harry. I'm sure he'll come around eventually." "But to which side, James?" asked the human on the bed, letting tears stain his beautiful face. The pack leader was also asking that question, but he hid his concern as he began to distract his lover. Harry would have to pick his own way soon. Either against humanity or for humanity. No one could chose for him...... A/N: Review Please!!! @.@ ***** Chapter 6 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== Chapter 6 The next day, Snape did not come to feed Harry. A young girl came and did it instead, making Harry feel even worse. When she left, Harry decided to take a bath to cheer himself up. It wasn't only that Snape was James' mate that made Harry cry and feel so low. It was also the fact Harry was having strange feelings about Nero that made him feel confused. Every time Nero smiled or touched him, his skin felt enflamed and butterflies were somewhere in his rib cage driving him crazy. Harry sighed as he entered the hot, steamy waters, feeling all real control of his limbs leave him. He splashed the water some, lathered himself up, rinsed himself off and fell into a light sleep with his head resting on the side of the pool like tub. "Hello Harry," came a lyrical voice that made the little vampire jump and yelp. He turned, hiding himself, as he saw Nero also in the in-ground bath. Only his head was out of the water, but Harry knew that under the water he wore nothing at all. "N-Nero," he stammered, "What are you doing here..." "I heard you kissed Snape," he answered, smiling. “Wanted to see if it was true. "On accident." Of course it wasn’t on accident. It was mainly on impulse and a drive to prove once and for all he was not some child to be babied. "And that you came in your pants because of it?" Harry blushed and looked away. He had thought Snape had not felt that. "He told dad that?" "Naturally. I heard it from a few of their dinner guests last night" Nero said moving to sit by Harry. As he raised himself up, the younger brohter realized how much taller the other was to him, how lovely Nero's body was with his clean shaven chest and peach colored nipples. "He told other people?" To Harry, that did not sound like the Snape he knew. "Of course. Everytime he even moves even his bowels he tells father the nasty details. Father likes listening to everything he does" Nero still had his small smile on as he said this. "Listening?" Harry had never thought about hearing someone else’s tryst let alone actually telling someone. "Father likes to watch too He has Snape dipping his quill in every bottle of ink that walks into the estate. As for what he did to you…“ a sigh, “I think he wants more of a father figure in our dear Sire James then lover, and so he takes out petty vengeances on me and now you. " Nero than got every quiet and said, "All I wanted was someone who had held Father to love me." "Nero...are you ok?" asked Harry, reaching out for Nero's cheek. "No, I am not Little Harry," the older vampire slung his arms around the other, pulling him in closer to his naked body, making Harry gasp (he was doing that a lot lately), "Ever since I was little, Father has been indifferent to me, making me work for every scrap of affection that came my way. Yet everyone I go to loves him because he is the pack leader and says I am mistaking over worked with neglect. Oh, Little Harry, that is why I went and still go to bed with Sev, because I know he is using me so he can tell father about my performance so in some way he can love me like he loves Severus!!! He probably believes you want the same treatment." Nero was crying now and Harry held his face in his hands. To think his father had been neglecting Nero and Snape had been sleeping around with so many. It was enough to make him hurl. "I'm sorry Nero. You know Snape said you hated humans and that you were like Voldemort..." "Of course, to distract you from the truth!! I think humans need to be taught that vampires are not all bad. I'm sure if a vampire would become Minister of Magic this racism would be all over with. Sev still wants a Minister who is human. Wouldn‘t it be so much easier if there was someone who got us?" Harry nodded, though he was not sure he did. He still thought of himself as a human being. The younger vampire was caught up in his musing as the felt the arms tighten around him making him gasp. "Do you know what pains me the most? I love you, Little Harry! Not like a love between brothers but the love between lovers. And they want to keep me away from you!! Father is to worried you will think ill of him and complain to Albus Dumbledore and Snape doesn’t want to share. Harry, please say you love me too!!" Harry looked up at Nero as he was placed on the other's lap. He could feel Nero's erection and it made him swoon. Yet his answer was, "I don't know how I feel. I'm sorry." "It's ok, Love," Nero said inching closer to him, "Your vampiric baptism is coming up." The older vampire leaned even closer, “Welcome to the New World, Harry.” As they kissed, Harry was sure this was the softest kiss he had ever had. Doesn't that mean it is true love? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` *!What you are about to read is a flashblack...somethings have to be explained and foreshadowed.*! Severus sat nervously down on the bed, testing it's comfort by bouncing a little up and down. His limited sexual encounters, mostly with James and Lily, had been on stiff unyielding dorm beds "Are you nervous?" asked James, now in his vampire adult form instead of human teenager form. "A little," admitted Severus, giving a weak smile. Just then Nero walked in. The sixteen year old had seen the vampire a few times before but they had never spoken. "Oh great," he said, flicking his silvery hair in complete annoyance, "you want me to fuck a human?!" James laughed, "No Sweet Nero. Severus will be the one who will fuck you tonight. I think you said you 'wanted' him once." "To eat," Nero corrected, letting his fangs slip out to show Severus. But no matter how much he protested, Nero was on the bottom that night as he was fucked by Severus who was fucked by James. When they were all covered in cum and sweat, and James had fallen asleep, Nero bit Severus' shoulder blade drinking a few drops of blood before saying. "One day, I will make you lose everything. And you'll have to give me more of your pretty body to make sure that day never comes. Ok?" Severus nodded, watching James' sleeping figure out of the corner of his eye. He would make sure to tell James whatever happened with Nero. End Flashback "I think you should really keep a leash on Nero," Severus said, like he said ever since that fateful night. "He'll be fine. His little plan will blow up in his face sooner or later," James said, as he replied every time. Severus just looked down on his shoulder at the scar of the bite that Nero had given him all those years ago. "I hope your right James..." For all our sakes..... A/N: Please Review!!! So every one is liking Nero so far, or at least thinks he is a great character? ***** Chapter 7 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== Chapter 7 Snape went back to feeding Harry a few days later. The mood had definitely changed; the Potion Master was silent and stiff while the young vampire simply drank the blood and did not press any questions on the man. It was Snape who decided to brake the silence, “Harry we have to talk.” Harry stopped lapping at the blood and turned his back to the professor, hoping to convey all conversations had to cease. Snape persisted, “Please listen to me. The kiss was innocent and very natural after drinking a great deal of my blood.” “Is that what my dad said when you told him and his guest?” asked Harry, turning his head a little so he could shoot a glare over his shoulder. “I told your father in private and he choose to tell his friends. He thought you sounded cute the way you overreacted.” “Overreacted?” Harry turned all the way around and stared at Snape for a moment. “Yes, you are still thinking like a human. A vampire kissing or doing something intimate with another vampire’s human mate is perfectly natural especially when you are so young. Sharing human mates is not taboo in fact it is encouraged. You can tell the whole of a vampire’s character from how he or she treats his human mates.” “Is that why dad shares you a lot?” Snape smiled, not at all offended at the question, “Yes. I’m like a thermometer of how the pack feels about him. I can tell him about my experience with others and he can gauge how he is doing as a leader.” “Oh,” was the younger man could say, sitting back nervously. “As I said, I don’t blame you for kissing me Harry. Not out of vanity of course but out of your hormones. A vampire has as much hormones as they entire Griffindor Quidditch put together, or at least that’s how James put it.” Harry gulped, suddenly missing just being a normal hormonal teenage wizard. “I’m sorry about how I reacted.” Snape just shrugged, wiping his hand on a white handkerchief. Harry licked his lips as his stomach made an embarrassing loud growl. “Hungry?” The brunette groaned, putting his hands over his stomach. “I ate so much at lunch but I am still feeling like I barely anything. Two raw steaks, three salads and one whole cheesecake!” Laughing, the Potion Master said, “Your body is growing into its need for blood, you still need human food occasionally but not as much as you need blood.” “C-can I have a little more then?” asked Harry nervously. Snape pulled out the dagger he used and cut a little deeper in the shallow wound so more of Harry’s new favorite food bubbled up. He took the lovely elegant hand into his and lower head and began to suckle and sip at the blood, sucking and nipping at the fingers with playful bites as he went. Harry was sure he heard Snape moan as he continued. When he had had his fill he raised up his head and looked up at his former professor. Snape’s cheeks were a rich red color and he was breathing shallowly like he had just ran a marathon. Harry couldn’t help himself as he reached up and gave Snape a small peck on the lips, leaving a small imprint of his lips on Snape’s in blood. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You are cordially invited to the bap-IF YOU KEEP INTERRUPTING ME I WILL NOT FINISH!!!” Nero yelled at the creature before him. It looked like a dragon about the size of horse with a longer neck and much longer tail. The creature gave a roar and scrambled to get at the vampire yet could only struggle against its chains and flap its feathery wings in futility. “I give up,” the silver haired vampire said, putting the gilded invitation back into his pocket and began waking down the stone steps that would lead out of the dungeon cell. The creature stopped thrashing and lowered its head apologetically. Nero smiled and returned to his spot, taking out the invitation. With a little cough to clear his throat, he began to read: “You are cordially invited to the baptism of Prince Harold James Potter into the Pack of Saint Lestat. Signed, James Marius Potter, Pack Leader of St. Lestat.” Nero finished with a little bow. The creature hissed and bucked, making Nero laugh as he spoke over the noise, “Don’t worry, Mother, I’m sure Harry will be ours so enough.” A/N: I was with a friend at a Weight Watchers meeting discussing this story. We began talking about this chapter and throwing around ideas what we wanted Harry to say he had eaten. Boy, did we so me looks...PLEASE REVIEW!!! ***** Chapter 8 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== Chapter 8 “I wish you could come in with me,” Harry told Snape, as he fretfully adjusted the white cloak for the third time. Today was the day for his baptism and his ‘birth’ into the pack, a major event in every fledging’s life. He had no idea what to expect and had only been told that every single member of the pack that could come had come to see him, which was not helping calm him down. “Humans are not allowed in the ceremony. It is a private matter, between the pack.” Snape said, smoothing out the train of the cloak before adding, “Don’t bite you lip, you’ll hurt yourself.” The young vampire smiled and did as he was told. Since their talk, something had been different between the two. They had moved far beyond the line of guardian and friendly banter. They were now on the threshold of something major, yet neither was willing or brave enough to be the first one across. A sound of a great cathedral bell rang out and a small twinkling of little bells followed. “Its time,” Snape said standing up from where he was kneeling. He looked down at Harry, who looked up at him. “Don’t worry, it will be quick according to James, and you will have a lovely reception afterward with your pack and tomorrow your friends will be here to support you as well.” Harry could only nod as he opened the great oak doors before them and stepped into the hall. For the first few steps he could not see or hear anything but a small raised dais and the heavy oak doors being shut behind him. Then he could feel them; a great multitude pulsing with life. Energy of so many different vampires: young, old, weak, strong, masculine, feminine, the beautiful, the hideous, all thriving and breathing together to make one creature. A creature that for all what Harry had faced before, knew he could never truly defeat, for this was only one fraction. They were one, yet not one. Then he saw their faces. Pale faces of such beauty, women and men, in lovely costumes all bending forward from where they stood on the either side of the pathway he was walking or leaning down from the balcony raised level to stare down at him. He was the outsider again, like he was when he first came to Hogwarts; an intruder to something he didn’t quite fully comprehend. He wanted to run away. James appeared on the dais, stern and cutting a masterful figure. It was not James Potter, Harry’s father though but King James the pack leader He was wearing a simple white tunic that was open to reveal his muscular chest, with tight black trousers, and lace up boots. When Harry finally got to the dais, he lower himself to one knee, placing his hands on either side in front to show he came with no ill will, the only thing that James had told him to do before the ceremony. The assembly was not moving any more, breathing collectively as one, ready to judge his every movement. “Why do you come here?” asked James speaking loudly and with authority so all in the Great Hall could hear him. “T-to join the Saint L-Lestat pack, s-sir,” Harry mumbled into his knee. “What?” asked James, raising his voice as a hint of what the younger vampire’s mistake was. The pack was growing restless as though sensing the youth’s fear. “To join the Saint Lestat pack, sir!” Harry nearly shouted, feeling his face heat. “Stand and say your name to the pack!” The smaller brunette rose as gracefully as he could and said in the clearest and loudest voice he could manage, “I am Harold James Potter, Son of James Marius Potter and Lillian Rose Evans, Brother to Nero Augustus Potter.” “Reveal yourself to the pack!” Harry blushed and began to untie the knot of the cloak in the front underneath his chin. He let the white fabric fall slowly to the ground revealing his long white tunic that came down to his knee like a dress covering his nakedness yet still showed himself to the pack. He realized that every single one of them had done this before him and bared themselves to the pack. He was becoming one of their number, understanding in their great history. “Harry Potter,” James said his voice deep with power and authority, “Do you truly wish to join the pack of Saint Lestat?” “Yes.” James smiled taking, his son’s hand and leading him onto to the dais. The dais was actually a pool of water, that the pack leader led his son into and guided him to a kneeling position. “In this pool,” intoned James, “many have bathed way their pasts and their selfish desires, so you too should, to better become one with us. We are one unit,” he gently pushed Harry forward into the water and then bringing him up again with an even more gentle tug, “one family,” down and up again, “one people,” down and up, “one soul united.” Harry shivered as he kneeled in the pool of water, soaking wet and now perfectly exposed to the pack. Yet he could not feel anything but an overwhelming acceptance, his breath now perfectly in time with those of the rest of the pack. As he was considering this James brought his chin up to stare into his eyes. The older vampire rolled up his sleeve and showed the younger his wrist. The wrist was covered with fang marks and Harry realized what he needed to do. It seemed so intimate and taboo, so very incestuous. Nervously, he cradled James’ hand and brought the large wrist to his lips and tentatively bite down breaking the skin. A whirl of James’ memories flooded Harry’s mind: Boy James playing in the meadows of the estate with his brothers and sisters. His own baptism led by his mother. The battles he had fought in for his pack. His mother’s funeral and his coronation to follow in her footsteps. His first human mate and his only vampire mate, the mysterious Charlotte, his one true love. The birth of Nero, his first steps, his first drink blood, his first mistakes. James meeting Lily and Severus for the first time. Severus crying in his arms. Lily losing her virginity. His wedding to Lily. Holding Harry in his arms. Pricking Lily’s finger and letting Harry suckle it as Lily and Severus watched, laughing at the babies look of utter contentment. The feeling of the killing curse as it stopped his heart so he could only watch as Voldemort went up the stairs after Lily and Harry. Severus telling all about his son’s adventures. Arriving at Riddle Manor right after the Dark Lord was defeated and finding Harry with a dagger sticking out of his chest, removing it and marveling how the wound began to heal itself. The wrist was gently pulled away and Harry was left staring into his father’s deep brown eyes, admiration for the elder swirling in his eyes. “Brothers, sisters,” called James helping Harry to his feet, “I present my son, Prince Harry.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “The werewolves have agreed to stand with us. The goblins are nervous that we do not have the guts to go through with it.” “Don’t you think he will be adorable in that kimono Aunt Cassie has given him.” The brown haired vampire turned to where Nero was looking. Prince Harry was showing a group of his aunts and uncles a blue and gold kimono giving a small excited twirl so it fanned out. “I guess…” “Don’t guess, Julius. That is going to be my mate and our key to victory. Now do you think he will be lovely in that kimono?” Julius shifted, “Yes he will be lovely.” Nero smiled as Harry caught sight of him and waved with a large grin plastered on his face. The silver haired vampire waved back. “Perfection…” A/N: I should also mention that I do not have any right to the Vampire Chronicles, the characters will be serving as Pack names in this fanfiction. Please Review!!! ***** Chapter 9 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== “Oh Harry, I’m so happy for you!!” Hermione said for the final time as she hugged him in the small parlor before flooing away with Ron, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore, and Hagrid. Though he was happy to see them all, Harry had noticed the subtle changes in how his closest friends acted and spoke around him. Hermione was treating him like some type of a science experiment, asking about how pack dynamics worked, rituals that he now was supposed to perform, his change in diet, how he reacted to direct sunlight, his roll as second prince. Ron couldn’t decide whether he wanted to be envious of the fact Harry was a prince or terrified because he was vampire. Every time he looked away from the red head, he could feel a jealous glare upon him, yet when he tried to hug of get near the him, Ron shrunk back in terror. The Weasley Parents’ kept going on and on about the fact that he was welcome at their home whenever he wanted, in fact they would give him a private room. Better yet, they would build an addition to the house so the rest of the family did not disturb him (or he wouldn’t get tempted to eat them during the night). Dumbledore made a huge deal about the fact that defeating the Dark Lord was more of a test of his abilities then any OWLs or NEWTs could ever hope to be, but if he wished to come back to Hogwarts, that the headmaster could arrange for private tutors at night if his eyes did not adjust well to the sunlight outside the estate. Hagrid just treated him like he was one of his dangerous pets, at one point reaching out and petting Harry like some human sized kitten, in front of everybody. Of course though, no one blinked an eye at this, as though this was to be excepted. Harry knew he needed to give them time to adjust to the idea of his new life, yet his heart broke thinking how his friends could just change their view of him so quickly.. He sighed walking out of the parlor heading toward his room when someone grabbed his shoulder and tugged behind a window curtain. Harry would have screamed in alarm if not for, Severus Snape, who, brought up his index finger to his lips, as he peeked out to examine the hallway before looking back at Harry with a small smile. “You weren’t at my party.” Harry stated flatly. It would have been so much easier to take on the new perceptions people had of him if Sev had been at his side. “I don’t wish to imagine the look on your friends’ faces when they find out I am not a vampire, but a vampire‘s mate!” The brunette laughed, “Oh they would be oh so disappointed to know they were wrong about you!” The Potion Master smirked, “And my reputation would be in tatters. Did you get any wonderful gifts last night.” Harry grinned up at him, “Yes I did! Kimonos, decorated dragon shell music boxes, jewelry made from tiger fangs…” “Oh my. What about today?” The smile on the teens face faltered, “A book about the history of the different packs, a new broom grip, an addition at the Weasley home, and my Hogwarts diploma. Not to mention an inkling of how Frankenstein’s monster feels…” Snape took Harry’s chin in his hand and guided him up so he could see into the other’s eyes better. “It will get better. I promise it will. Here,” he reached into his robe pocket and began to rummage around before drawing something out, “I brought you this.” He held up a small simple gold locket to the light. Harry could clearly read the initials EP on the heart shape jewelry as he reached out and touched it reverently with his finger. It began to swing back and forth like a gleaming pendulum. “Its beautiful, Snape,” Harry said breathlessly. “I believe Harry, after everything that has happened, and especially this gift, you can call me Severus.” “Severus, its wonderful!” “It was my mothers,” Severus said opening the clasp and placing it around Harry’s neck, “an heirloom passed down through her family. Before she died she gave it to me and told me to give it to someone I care about deeply.” As the clasp closed and Severus took his hands away Harry’s breathing quickened. Severus liked him? Severus ‘cared deeply for him’? Severus leaned in very close to Harry, “I wish you knew how much I cared for you…” As their lips met in a soft chaste kiss, Harry felt like he was standing in the middle of a battlefield between Severus and Nero. At the moment, it was a stalemate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Severus was woken in the night, by four vampires dragging him out of bed and his personal room in the estate. He would have screamed if one of the them, Julius he believed his name was, hadn’t stuffed something cloth like into his mouth making him only gag. They carried him out of the estate onto the grounds to the tree where all those weeks ago he had found Harry and Nero under. Now only Nero stood, leaning against the tree looking much the prince he already was. The human was dropped unceremoniously onto the ground before being dragged to his knees to look up at the silver haired beautiful devil that looked down at him with so much malice and hatred. Nero leaned down and drew out the locket Severus had given Harry earlier that day. He struggled against the two vampires who were holding him down and the one who was tying his hands behind his back. “ ‘It was my mother’s’,” Nero made his voice high and reedy as he spat on Severus’s face. Julius took out the gag making Severus make a hacking noise before hissing, “How dare you…that was a gift…” “A gift from a filthy, disgusting human like you,” Nero said his voice shaky with rage. “I can’t believe you would even dream of contaminating Harry with this vile, sinful, proof of humanities corruption!” “I can’t wait for Harry to see what you truly are,” the Potion Master sneered, “he’ll despise even the mention of your name!” Nero smirked, “You know I have recently moved my mother into my home in the mountains. She’s quite hungry,” he leaned closer, bouncing the locket in front of Severus’s and his noses, like a golden barrier, “don’t worry I won’t feed you to her…all at once.” Severus paled, “Your father would nev-” he was cut off by a foot stamping on his groin. Nero ground his heal into the tender area putting his hand to his ear as though trying to hear what the human said only receiving a groan. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he placed the locket around Severus’ neck. “I wish I could see you off to my manor, dearest Severus, but I must be getting to bed. Harry will be needing me in the morning when I tell him how you decided to break his heart for not putting out. Maybe I won’t even expend the effort to make up an excuse for you. Oh, and don’t worry,” he grinned down at the man on the ground, patting his head, “I will take very good care of my Little Mate…” A/N: I wish I chould draw...What scence so far would you like to able to draw? If you have the wonderful talent of drawing, Bless you. Please Review!!! ***** Chapter 10 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== Harry woke up with a contented sigh and a large stretch, before reaching over to the bed side table where his new locket sat gleaming back at him. He smiled as he stroked the chain, remembering the little kiss he and Severus had shared behind the curtain yesterday. He was practically humming as he placed it around his neck. “My, aren’t we in a good mood,” said Nero from behind him, placing his hands on either of the shoulders of the little vampire who gave a yelp in surprise. Harry grinned broadly and turned around to hug his older half brother, “I am!! I’m so happy!! I don’t think I have ever been this happy before in my life!!” The older vampire just laughed and picked up the younger, and twirled him around in this arms. “Oh, Little Harry!! Your mood is infectious!!! I wish I could just eat you up!!” Nero put Harry down on the bed and changed his voice into a low seductive growl, “Upon reflection, I think that is just what I am going to do.” Nero ripped open the sleeping rope Harry had been wearing and pushed him down on the bed. Harry gasped at how dominate and masterful Nero was. The silver haired vampire took advantage of brunettes open mouth to swoop down for an open mouth kiss. It thrilled the brothers as they nipped and bit and sucked at each other. Nero pinned Harry’s arms above his head, making him moan and widen his legs revealing his cock and smooth acrobatic legs, toned from years of pushing off the ground to fly on a broom. Nero was straddling his hips, rubbing his clothed erection against Harry’s naked one. “Severus, are you in here….” James trailed off as he entered the room. Nero stopped kissing Harry to stare up at him, though he gave one good buck of his hips that made the teen moan despite being caught by his father. “Hello Father,” Nero said calmly, almost playfully. He rested his forehead on Harry’s, looking back at pack leader with an innocent expression. “Say hello, Harry. Its rude not to say hello.” “H-hi..” Harry said breathlessly, turning pink at being caught like this. James just smiled. “You two hadn’t happened to see Sev, anywhere around here would you?” “Nope. Have you Little Harry?” “N-nooooooooo,” Harry moaned as Nero bucked again. “I suppose he could have gone to Hogwarts,” James said with a sigh, sitting down in an empty chair. “Proceed.” Harry would have been more shocked if Nero didn’t choose that moment to start grinding himself against the smaller vampire. He was moaning and groaning all over again lost in the sensation and the fact they had an audience made it even more erotic. Nero sat up making Harry cry out. “Don’t worry,” his lover said with a wink, unbuttoning his pants, “I’ll be back.” Harry propped himself on his elbows to get a better view of the zipper lowing and the large cock being drawn out. His mouth began to water. James must have sensed his craving because he spoke up, “Let Harry suck you off, Sweet Nero. He looks like he is starving.” Nero moved up to the headboard and pulled Harry close, “Give him a show. One he‘ll never forget,” he whispered. The brunette nodded and began snaking down the other’s body. He nervously reached out and touched the throbbing member. Nero gave a hiss of approval. Encouraged, Harry bent down and kissed the already leaking head. Another hiss. Slowly, with the utmost care so not to bite the organ with his new fangs, Harry took half of the large cock into his mouth. It had sweet, tangy, salty taste and something that could only be described as Nero. Harry hummed in contentment. “OH CHRIST, THAT’S GOOD!! FUCK, HARRY!” Nero was speaking so loud with such abandon, making his lover bob his head up and down as a reward. “Oh, god…that mouth of yours…” The pack leader smiled down at his sons, who seemed to be enjoying themselves so thoroughly. He moved from his chair to the bed silently. Harry was too engrossed in giving a blow job that he didn’t feel the bed dip. He did notice, however when he was made to kneel and so his butt was in the air and his bed robe was pushed up around his chest. The first tentative puff of air at his entrance sent him reeling, bringing him to edge and back. He began to swirl his tongue around Nero’s cock, who placed his hand in the messy black waves of his little brother’s hair as watched his father from half lidded eyes. James began to give little nips and kisses to the twitching little hole as Harry hummed his praise of his father and began to fondle Nero’s balls in his hands, tenderly massaging them. Then that wicked tongue entered him and he began groaning and moaning and sucking and swirling in rhythm. James couldn’t help but be proud of the little noises was Harry was giving, rewarding him with an extra long nip. Then, Nero thrust forward into Harry’s eager mouth and came. Harry swallowed the best he could but some dribbled out of his lips. The taste was so exquisite the experience so powerful that he came as well, clamping down on that delicious tongue. James withdrew his tongue from the now soggy, twitching hole and patted Harry’s thigh, before lifting him and settling him beside Nero, who had snuggled down into the blankets amongst the pillows. The brothers curled up close together, sharing one last heated kiss as they passed the remnants of Nero’s semen with their tongues before settling down for a well deserved afterglow nap. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ James had left the boys over an hour ago, still looking for Sev. Sev would never just take off and not say anything to anyone. The estate had been his home for so long, his safe haven. The older brunette had contacted Spinner’s End, Hogwarts, all the apothecary shops he could remember that the Potion Master ever mentioned, yet no sign of his brooding mate. Of course the last time he saw his mate he would not exactly call him ‘brooding’. Severus had been humming a little tidbit from one of his favorite musicals too excited to sit down and tell the pack leader why he seemed to be on top of the moon and singing ‘Evita’. Yet to go missing like this…. “SIR!!!! SIR!!!” James turned and found himself staring at his High General, a small vampire girl who looked to be about eleven running toward him. She stopped just short of colliding into him, bracing herself on her knees before continuing. “Sir, there is movement from the west! A huge army is amassing! Giants, werewolves, and several other of our own kind from all different packs all standing together!” “To attack us!” “No,” she shook her head, raising herself a little so she could grab a stitch in her side, “they are pointing south, toward Boar Valley and Hogsmeade!” Before James could even react to this news, another person, his head of the dungeons, was running toward him at break neck speed. “SIR!! MISTRESS CHARLOTTE HAS GONE MISSING FROM THE DUNGEON!!!” James was beginning to piece everything together, when one more of his guards ran toward him. He did not yell, he did not even speak. He simply handed the pack leader a piece of cloth. A piece of cloth that belonged to Severus’ favorite silken pajamas; his scent was still lingering in the fabric, along with a faint drop of blood. With a roar, he turned and ran back toward Harry’s room, but it was too late. Nero was gone, and so was Harry. A/N: Please Review. I love reading your reviews and your concern for Harry. ***** Chapter 11 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== When Harry woke up for the second time that day, he realized three things: 1. He had not ‘eaten’ since the day before his baptism. 2. Nero was not with him like he was when he had fallen asleep. And 3. He was not in his own bed. He sat up and stared around. The room he was in now was decorated like a Victorian palace with muted colors with small elegant furniture instead of the flashy room James had given him. The room was smaller as well. “Nero?” called Harry grabbing a pillow to hug in front of his chest. His silver haired lover appeared from within what Harry had to assume was the bathroom, wearing nice trousers, and a clean crisp white button up shirt with an elegant black and grey waistcoat. “Here I am Little Harry. No need to be worried.” “Where are we?” “My personal manor house in the mountains. I decided I had had enough of living on the estate, since I only came for you, so I moved us here. Do you like our room?” Harry took another look around and smiled. “I love it Nero!” Nero grinned back giving Harry a quick Eskimo kiss, “Somehow I knew you would. Now I must be going, I have business to attend to.” “What sort of business?” the brunette asked, grabbing at the other’s elbow to keep him in place. “I wanted this to be a surprise but I suppose now is good a time as any,” Nero focused his mocha eyes deep into Harry’s emerald one’s, “I am running for Minister of Magic.” Harry clapped his hands and laughed. “That’s wonderful!! There must be something I can do to help?” “You can do the most important thing,” Nero answered, kissing Harry’s nose, “You can sit in this bed and dream of all the nasty things I’m going to do to you once we are mated.” Harry blushed and gave a little moan as Nero kissed his neck. Mated? That meant married right? Harry let out a small giggle. “I’ll send someone in to feed you, Love,” the older vampire said quietly as he stood up. He walked to the door before turning back, looking very serious. “Do you love me, Harry?” Harry smiled, “I do.” Nero gave him a smile and blew him a kiss as he left the room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A large, gaudy podium had been erected outside the manor where two parallel mountains met to make a dip. On the podium was a large scarlet curtain, shielding the steps to the manor house above and a large cube was placed on the stage that had a piece of fabric over it to hide its occupants. The dip valley was currently filled by, Fenir Greyback’s main pack of werewolves, all howling and making a complete ruckus. On the other side, the main giantess princesses were leaning up against the mountain quietly, though one could still hear their mates and children further down the mountain throwing boulders for fun. The rest were various packs of vampires or at least fractions of them who had dared to come. They passed around human mates for blood and one could hear the cry of some humans being raped but no one blinked an eye or raised a hand to help. A cheer rose from the crowd as Nero took the stage. His eyes were set and his face was the perfect mask of leadership, thanks to years of watching his father. He raised his hand to silent the anxious crowd. “Please, brothers! Sisters! Brother Wolves and Sister Giants! Please settle down,” he called as the mob quieted, “we have business to discuss.” Whatever was in the large cube rattled and the silver haired vampire gave it a swift kick which delighted a few in the crowd. “Now we all know why we are here, correct? We are here to take what is ours, what humans, magic and non-magic alike, have taken from us for countless generations; our dignity. Marking us inferior or animals. Its time to show who truly are the animals!!! Tonight we began to storm HOGWARTS!!!” Another cheer went up from the crowd in approval. Nero turned to the werewolves, “Brother Fenir, how do you feel when the Ministry of Magic takes away your natural born pups? Do their mothers’ still pine for them when they are shipped to live in state run orphanages, never knowing how to accept their true nature? And when you try to sire one in with a bite, how does it make you feel that the negativity of their new found life from the ministry leads most to suicide?!” Barks, growls and howling of distress came from the wolves, and one female standing close to Fenir cried above the rest, “MY PUPPPY!!! THEY KILLED MY PUPPY!!!” Nero turned is attention now to the giantesses, who were growing restless, “Sister Giants! You probably feel that Albus Dumbledore has protected you from much of the ministry’s scorn. For after all, he has in his employment a half giant and he is a good friend with your own sovereign half daughter, the alluring Madam Maxine. Yet do you know that your dear Albus has had his half giant employee tie up his full blooded baby brother in the Forbidden Forest like a rabid dog?!” A great shout came from the princesses as they pounded their fist into the side of the mountain. The males and children below began to do the same in reply. Now the vampire turned his attention to his own kind. “My fellow vampires, I do not need to tell you about the estates, the laws, the restrictions on our freedom. You and I know it all to well. And we know that the very human mates we take to fulfill these laws just want to see us punished if we do not give them everything they want.” One human mate screamed from with in the crowd of vampires, but then was quickly silenced. “I know this all to well my friends. Let me show you what your human mates can do if they are made to feel like they are better then us. REMOVE THE CURTAIN!!!” The red curtain behind Nero dropped to reveal a vampire female. Her ears were long and pointy, her fangs just as long and sharp. Her blue eyes where reptilian and her skin was icily pale. She was naked and her blood red nipples stood erect shamelessly. Dark blue veins could be seen snaking across her body like some horrible version of a tattoo. A collar was around her neck and Julius, Nero’s assistant, was holding the leash that was attached to it. She gave out a long screech like that of a dragon in heat and extended a pair of black angel-like wings. There was a weeping noise that came from the crowd at the sight of her, in sympathy. “Meet Charlotte Rossetti-Potter, my mother. Not the belle she was when my father married her but that is not exactly her fault. For you see, many years ago, my mother had a human mate named Eric Prince. Now Eric was from a human wizarding family which was going poor quickly so he begged my sweet generous mother for some money and wealth to bring his family. My mother was worried all that money would go to Sweet Eric’s head, so she denied him. What do you think Eric did? He went to the ministry and told them that my mother tried to kill him!!! They made my father lock up his own mate in the dungeon to starve. As you can see, she’s been feed some recently so she is not entirely in her creature state, but its not enough, nothing will ever be enough.” A great cry came from the vampire crowd as Charlotte was led away, still hissing and trying to break free. Nero took advantage of their anger as he cried over them, “JOIN ME IN STORMING TO HOGWARTS!!” “WAIT!!” The assembly quieted as an elegantly dressed vampire female stepped from the throng of vampires. “I am Marie of the Saint Akasha pack and as I was once human I can tell you that the wards of Hogwarts are such that our army, no matter how strong, will repel us!” Nero smiled, “My dear Marie, as you were once human surely you know how to bring down the wards?” Marie nodded, “The wards are keyed into the blood of the three administrators of the castle; the Headmaster, Deputy Headmaster, and the third in line. You need either all three of their magic or one of their blood.” Nero dramatically whipped off the piece of fabric from the cube to reveal Severus Snape in a cage. Bruised, beaten, bloody, and mouth magiced mute, all the Potion Master could do was rattle the bars and try to kick them open. “Behold, my father’s human mate. The Potion Master of Hogwarts, Severus Snape. The third administrator of Hogwarts. And here,” Nero withdrew a vial from his waistcoat pocket, “is his blood. Anymore stupid questions?” There was an eerie silence as Marie slipped back into the crowd. “Now, lets try this again. TONIGHT WE BEGIN TO STORM HOGWARTS!!! And lets make this quick so I can have my wedding there please.” As the crowd cheered and began to march southward, Nero leaned close to a now quietly crying Severus, his eyes wide as shock, terror and pain. “Good game, chap. Good game.” A/N: I have been gettin a lot of reviews saying they want Nero to die. I actually like writing him. Someone actually said they want Charlotte to die too. Now that is just a bit cruel, especially since you don't know her entire background. Please Review!!! Tell me what you think. ***** Chapter 12 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== Harry was humming, as he walked down the halls of Nero’s manor, in a state of utter happiness. In a few days time he as going to be married!! At Hogwarts!! To Nero!! It was like a dream come true. Nero had assured him that the marriage would be legal in according to wizarding law and that the press were not invited. Ron would be his best man, Hermione a bride’s maid. Everything was brilliant! Of course, Harry did have some regrets. He regretted flirting with Severus and then running off and marrying someone else, something what Ron would have named crudely as ‘cock teasing‘. He still wore the locket, justifying it as a baptism gift and nothing more though the kiss that had been shared at giving of the piece of jewelry still haunted his lips. He regretted leaving his father’s home so quickly after coming back into his life, yet how could he help it? James in his mind for the last fourteen years had been dead. A dream that upon waking vanished with the darkness, only shared with very close friends. To suddenly find that he was alive had been wonderful, but hard to deal with. A feeling of abandonment welded up in him every time he saw his sire. But things would be different. Nero informed Harry daily about the campaign; giving him the latest polls, quotes from people who were supporting them (everything seemed quite positive), and endorsements from wizarding celebrities, a few Harry had admittedly never heard of. When Harry asked what he could do, Nero just smiled and patted his knee, “Little Harry, why do you have this impulse to help people even if they don‘t need to be helped? Relax, the campaign is fine, now sit back and let me love you.” Their fooling around had become a daily routine. Wake up, blow job. Shower, frottage. Lunch in bed, rimming and if lucky, some fingering. Dessert after dinner, 69. Not that Harry was complaining. In fact he loved the fact Nero was affectionate and wanted him as often as he did. Yet sometimes the silver haired vampire would use it to get out of talking about the campaign. All Harry could do was sigh. Life was good. He continued humming down the hallway, before suddenly stopping. Blood. He could faintly smell it in the air. Nero had told him to be more proactive in his feeding and not settling for the humans who just came to his door way out of duty. It had been embarrassing first time he had asked a stranger for blood, but he was getting better at his approach. A human already bleeding was more willing then one who was not and not willing to cut themselves. The brunette was not exactly thrilled about biting his victims. Harry’s fangs were clumsy and most of the time all he ended up doing was holding the person’s wrist in his mouth like a dog holds a bone. The smell of blood was faint and coming from behind a wooden door. Harry leaned close to the door and took a large whiff before opening the door. A large spiral staircase began winding its way down. Harry stood back for a moment to check it anyone was around before giving caution to the wind and barreling down the steps. The smell of blood became stronger and Harry licked his lips in anticipation. Finally, he found the base of the stairs. He gathered himself so not to frighten whoever was bleeding with his over eagerness and walked into the room, before drawing back with a gasp. In the center of the stone room, laid Severus with his hands bound behind him with a nylon rope. He had a black eye and a large bruise on his cheek that almost seemed to be shining in the very little light of the room. Blood was dribbling out of his mouth in a thin ribbon. “SEVERUS!!” Harry cried running over to the man on the floor. A groan was his only answer as he dropped to his knees and began to stoke the man’s sweaty forehead. “Harry? Is that you?” Severus asked, his eyes, or at least his good eye, fluttering open staring into the darkness. Harry’s vampiric eyes could see perfectly in any amount of light. “Yeah its me. What happened to you? Who did this to you?” “Nero’s little cronies. The bastards did not have the common decency to fight me while I was untied. HA! Some vampires they are. Can you please undo these ropes? They are cutting into my skin.” The brunette nodded and with a few good attempts, untied the ropes. Severus sat up, massaging his wrists tenderly, before turning to Harry. “S-so you decided to go with Nero’s side.” “Nero’s side?” repeated the vampire, puzzled, “I just woke up here a few days ago. Nero did tell me he is running for Minister of Magic and we decided to get married…why are you laughing?” The Potion Master was quietly laughing hysterically. “I-I tell-ll you that Nero’s cronies beat me bloody and you still think he is telling you the truth!” Harry felt anger bubble up, “We are in love, Snape!” Severus became very serious, “I have no doubt that Nero loves you, Potter, but he is lying to you. He is not running for Minister of Magic. He is hijacking the position. Three days ago, he sent an army of vampires, werewolves, and giants to invade Hogwarts with a vial of my blood to get past the wards!! By now the goblins will have joined in and the elves aren’t that far behind.” Harry shook his head, “Can’t be. He has all this info about polls and stuff and…” “Just lies. Just something so you don’t know what he is doing or so you can come to his side.” “W-w-we’re getting m-married,” Harry could feel his heart breaking in two. He wanted to wake up from this dream. Why couldn’t he just love someone without complications? “I have no doubt somewhere in his black heart, Nero does love you. Yet he will use you. You are a Wizarding World hero, or have you forgotten? Your marriage is not only out of love a but a political move. If he truly does love you, he will respect your opinion. Harry, d-do you feel humans should be slaves?” Emerald eyes looked into onyx eyes. “No, Severus. Not at all.” “Then you need to tell Nero. I’ll be here when you do.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nero put down the map he had been studying as soon as Harry entered the room. His lover had been missing from their shared room all day, now entering like a kicked puppy. “Little Harry, why so glum? You look like you are in pain.” “I am,” Harry said sitting on the bed. Nero climbed in after him, kissing he other’s exposed neck, only received a stiffening of the once very willing body. “I-I found where you have been hiding Severus.” The silver haired vampire felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been thrown over him. He tried to hug his younger brother, but was pushed away as the other stood up, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt. So this is what the Dark Lord saw before he died, this defiance, this quiet fury that made the beautiful Harry look lethal. “YOU LIED TO ME!!!” Harry shouted, jabbing an accusing finger at Nero, who backed away trying to hide from the score, “YOU JUST FED ME LIES AND USED ME LIKE A WHORE!!! DID YOU ENJOY IT?!! WAS IT WORTH IT??? WAS I GOOD ENOUGH??? WAS I GOOD ENOUGH WHORE FOR YOU??!” Nero shook his head violently, “No, I never thought of you as a whore. I loved you Harry. I still love you. From the moment I heard a description of you, to the moment I saw you, everything was so clear. The way you blush, the way you gasp, the way worry, the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you even cry. I love you.” “Would you love me if I was a human still?” There was a painful silence for a moment, before Harry, let out a small sob. “Nero, I love you. I honestly do. But we both know that I will always consider myself for humanity and you will always be against it. You keep forgetting that once I was half human! I know that you will never turn back from what you are doing. So I am going to ask you to abandon your manor and me and Severus. Go join your crusade, without me. Let me go back to father‘s estate in peace.” Nero felt two small soft hands touch his face gently, pulling it up to look into somber emerald eyes. “If you love me, you will do this.” Nero wrapped his arms around the others waist, pulling him into his lap. “I will do just that my Little Harry, everything you ask for, but don’t think I am relinquishing you so quickly and easily. I still want you, and what I want, I fight to get it. I always get it.” He nipped at Harry’s earlobe with his fang, making a small hole. “You will be mine, Harry…” A/N: Nero is not out of the game though. Please Review!!! ***** Chapter 13 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== Nero kept his word and was gone the next day with the rest of his army, not before of course having Julius and his little gang beat Severus bloody again and giving Harry an earring for the fang hole in his ear. Harry played with it some as he watched the army grow into a small speck in the distance before getting down to business. As gently as could, he carried Severus from the stone room that he was kept in, to the room where he and Nero had once slept together. Harry found he could sense internal injuries in the Potion Master without the use of a scanning spell. He found some weak potions and salves in one of the rooms and began to use them on Severus at once to help heal the broken man. He also found some blood replenishing potions and he sipped at one, in lieu of asking Severus for some of his own blood. When he was absolutely sure that the professor was resting comfortably he headed off to the kitchen to make them something to eat. By the time the he was done making his Sheppard’s Pies, Severus was up, grimacing in pain. “Don’t move so much, you’ll hurt yourself more.” “Where are we? Is this some type of dream?” the Potion Master groaned before giving up and settling back down on the blankets. “No, this is not a dream. We are still at Nero’s manor. I asked him to leave and he did. Now here is some lunch, let me help you up,” Harry drew Severus forward, placing a few pillows behind him to help prop him up, before settling the human back in place. As the young vampire placed the tray over Severus’s lap, he asked quietly, “He just left? So easily, without a fight.” Harry gave a quick nod as he settled himself on a chair to eat his own lunch. “Eat, please, then I can give you your second round of potions.” Harry did not want to talk about his half brother unless they truly needed to, and right now they didn’t need to talk about anything. They ate in silence, ever so often looking up to stare at each other. When they were done, Harry cleared away the dishes to a desk on the far part of the room and returned with a flask of potion and a map he had found along with the everything else. As Severus drank the potion, he unrolled the map and began talking quickly, “Once you are well enough, we can start heading down the mountain. From what I can tell from this map, it’s a five day hike to the edge of the estate grounds and another day or so until we finally get to the main house. We have enough human food to last us the journey, and I know there are a few horses still left in Nero’s stables so we can get there quicker. The problem is we might have to abandon them at some point because we come to a river and it looks like it is too large to get across with horses, unless of course we head downstream where the river gets smaller…” “You seemed to have this all planed out,” Severus observed, putting down the now empty flask before adding, “He left us a great deal, didn’t he.” “Showing me how generous he is. When do you think you will be able to travel?” “With weak potion like this, it will be awhile.” Harry just nodded as he pulled out a vial of blood replenishing potion from his pocket and taking a quick swig. As he replaced it back into his pocket he heard, “That will only put off your hunger a little bit, Harry.” The brunette smiled, “I figured. But for right now it will do just fine. You should go to sleep again, it will probably heal you faster.” He removed the pillows that propped up Severus on the bed and helped the older man lie down back on the bed. As the man’s onyx eye’s closed, he gave a quick kiss before hurrying back to the kitchen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few days had gone by since Nero had left Harry and Severus, and Harry had yet to drink any natural blood. And it was beginning to show. His ears had become pointy like that of an elf’s and his fangs and had became even more pronounced making it hard for the boy to properly close his mouth or chew food. His eyes had became like that of a crocodile, though still with the beautiful shade of jewel-like emerald Severus had known them to be. Though his hunger was physically apparent, Harry still was giving out his potions and made their meals, never letting his hands stop working. He fed the horses that they would be taking on their journey, collected fire wood by breaking up furniture and brush from outside. He kept showing Severus the map he had found, reviewing the plan as though reminding himself what to do. Yet Severus knew that Harry’s hunger would win out. It scared him the first time he realized that Harry could attack him for blood, but the initial shock wore off quickly. He loved the little vampire, and if he could free the teen from blood lusts and from having to care for the old Potion Master past his prime, then he would. Harry was his one and only, true love; something so cliché yet so right. James and Severus had known for quite sometime that Severus was not the pack leader’s great love of his long life. Yes James cared deeply about Severus, but his true love would always be that damnable Charlotte, who still haunted the older man at night making the pack leader moan out her name in his sleep. And here, after a life time of pain, love, heartache, and redemption, he, Severus Tobias Snape had found his true love. If he had to pick a way die, dying helping Harry would be it. And looked like he was going to get his wish. A/N: Please Review!! ***** Chapter 14 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== Harry had never been so hungry in his life. And after living with the Dursley’s most of his life, that was saying something. He had never knew that his hunger could change his appearance so much! Yet Severus seemed to not care, helping Harry anyway he could, or anyway that Harry would allow would be a more accurate statement. “You can’t pick up that chair!! Its too heavy!!” Harry cried running over to where Severus had been trying to lift an ornate chair over his head to smash. The little vampire took it out his hands with just one of his and threw it very easily against a far wall where it broke into pieces. “If you keep babying me, we will never get down the mountain!” the Potion Master said calmly, putting his hands on his hips. “And if you keep trying to be some kind of super man, I will have to leave you here!” “Maybe you should do that,” Severus suggested for the umpteenth time. Once again Harry only shook his head and went over to the now broken chair to gather wood for the fire upstairs. Taking the hint, the Potion Master sighed and did the same, though a smaller portion so not to start another fight. They placed their burdens down in the small pile they had arranged near the fireplace in their small room and stretched. Their eyes met for a moment before Severus grabbed Harry’s wrist and pulled him close so they were flushed together. Harry gasped at the feel of the older man’s erection digging into his hip, his own currently aching for release. “I may be not well enough to pick up a chair, but I am well enough for other things,” Severus whispered seductively. The sexual tension between the two had been building up for a while; coy looks, a cloak falling off to reveal a naked shoulder, a wink before heading to the shower. “S-Severus…I’m nervous…I’ve never…um…did…’it’…,” Harry was blushing all over again, feeling very much the virgin he was. “I thought you and Nero…” The vampire shook his head, “We did other stuff, but we, well mostly me, wanted to wait until our wedding night.” There was a small predator-like growl coming from the usually reserved man. “Harry,” he said, sounding like he was trying to hold unto his sanity, “are you sure you want to do this…” “I may be a nervous virgin but I know that I want this,” Harry said in a somewhat mocking tone of what Severus had said earlier, giving Severus a reassuring grin. “Then undress for me.” Harry gave out a low moan as the Potion Master left him to sit on the edge of the large bed. He watched as his companion, with one hand began to unbutton his own shirt and undoing his pants and fly. The teen began to unbutton his shirt in response, fumbling a little due to nerves and hormones but finally letting it fall to the floor. The pants were a little more difficult; Harry’s cock did not seem to understand that it was hindering it’s own cause by standing straight up. After a valiant fight, the pants and boxers were down and Harry’s shoes kicked off. Severus had been nude for quite some time, just admiring his young lover. Harry was smooth everywhere except a bit of downy hair on his groin. Severus had a happy trail down to his pubic hair, that seemed to frame his extra large cock. Harry laid down on the bed as Severus brought out some lube from a small cabinet. He closed his eyes listening to the cap unscrewing, the slick noise of the substance being spread onto those talented large hands. Those hands were then all over him; massaging his chest as his nipples were squeezed in between two fingers, stoking the sides of his waist so his tummy did somersaults, and then finally petting his inner thigh. His cock was about to burst!! And then one of those long fingers found his entrance causing him to nearly jumped out of his skin. There was a chuckle but the finger continued to probe, until it worked its way in. It felt odd at first, until that delightful finger found his prostrate. He was moaning and whimpering, in seconds. “You like that? You like my finger in your boy pussy, fingering your g-spot? Wanna come? Oh you look so wanton and slutty! So fucking perfect!” Severus was just muttering obscenities into Harry’s ear in his deep rich voice. It was so unexpectedly hot, making Harry’s mind whirl from sheer lust. He had always imagined the Potion Master as a Victorian gentleman, reading Shakespearean sonnets in a small boat on a Saturday afternoon, the naughtiest thing he would do was to kiss Harry in public. The fact he really had this disgustingly sexy mouth was unreal but wonderful!! Another finger was added. “God! You are tight!! How am I going to fit into your little pussy when you are this tight?! I’m on the verge coming just thinking about it!” One more finger was added, Harry thrusting down on them trying to get more of them. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers! You love this!! Would like me to fist? Make you a puppet?” Harry didn’t care what the other did as long as those fingers were involved. Then they were taken away and Harry cried out in loss. Then something much thicker and longer then those delightful fingers was pressing at his entrance. Severus’ s cock slid into him slowly, accompanied by hisses and the occasional “So tight!” from its owner. Then they were perfectly joined, as though each was made for the other. “Oh, fuck!” Harry yelped, bucking his hips. He opened his eyes, unaware when he had closed them, to stare into Severus’s face, who was giving him a weird look. “What the fuck are you looking at?” “I h-have never heard you curse…” “Never fucked me before either, now MOVE!!” With a chuckle, Severus began to move, slowly at first, still muttering filthy things into Harry’s ear as Harry whispered back every curse word he could think of. They began to speed up, meeting one another’s thrust until the room was filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh at break neck speed. “Harry!” Severus panted, “I’m going to come!” “Then fucking come, please!!!” “Come with me?” “Fuck yes!” And with one last thrust they came, seeing the stars in their heavens all around them as they collapsed against each other, kissing one another with enough passion to make the sun stand still and the moon to fall out of the sky. “Oh my god that was bloody fantastic!” Harry breathed into Severus’s ear as the other man rolled off of him. “It was great, wasn’t it?” Severus said, settling down onto the pillows. “We have to do that again some time!” Severus smiled and kissed Harry on the cheek. “For right now though, I think we should sleep.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was the hissing that woke up Severus. He sat up in bed and found the other side empty of his lover. He looked around until he saw the shape moving toward him. The crocodile emerald eyes showing no recognition of him other than food. Harry gave out one terrifying screech before lunging and pinning him down on the bed. Severus did not blink, he did not scream. In fact he smiled, reaching out to pet the Harry’s raven locks one more time. The creature tried to jerk his hand out of the way but let him touch it as though it understood he needed to do this. “Its ok. Its ok. I understand.” A thousand faces rushed by his eyes, those he had loved those he had hated but all those who had shaped him. Severus Snape turned his head to the side, revealing his neck and closed his eyes for the last time, letting a single tear slip out from his lashes as he felt Harry’s sharp fangs enter his flesh. A/N: Please Review and Please don't kill me. ***** Chapter 15 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== The red haze was everywhere, blinding Harry, suffocating him. He tried to yell out for help but nothing came. He was alone in his red maze. And then it began to disappear, like fog in front of a light. Harry sat up, feeling better than he had felt in days. The fangs that had been clashing together in his mouth had began to shrink to their usual size. He could feel his ears become their normal selves. He blinked a few times, knowing that his eyes must be back to normal too. “How…” he looked over down at were Severus was and began to shake his lover, “Severus! Severus! Something has happened.” The Potion Master just lolled in rhythm to the shaking. Harry shook a little harder when he noticed it. The deep gaping bite in the side of the man’s neck, licked clean of blood. It hit Harry like a ton of bricks; he had killed Severus Snape. He had became the very monster Nero had wanted him to be. He could almost hear his half brother laughing, ’My, my Little Harry, did you have fun playing with your food. My such a big bite Little Harry! So sloppy! Well we will have to work on your poor table manners…’ Harry turned Severus’s face toward his looking into the now smooth visage. A tear trail had dried on of these noble cheeks; was it out of pain, fear, betrayal? The little vampire felt tears of his own form in his eyes. He let them fall, landing on those once wicked lips. Those lips had lectured him, soothed him, loved him, now they were just pale and lifeless like the rest of the body. “I didn’t deserve you, Severus,” Harry whispered, stroking the cool forehead, “I don’t deserve your love, your locket and I must certainly did not deserve your blood.” Harry brought up his left wrist to his lips as with his right hand he worked Severus’s mouth open. He bit down on his wrist, groaning a little at the pain but succeeding in drawing blood. Then he took his wrist out of his mouth, and placed to Severus’s, letting a the blood drop slowly into his. For a few minutes, Harry just marveled at how Severus’s mouth was still moist as though he had was breathing. Then he felt it a small tentative lick. At first he thought it was his imagination, playing cruel tricks on him until he felt it again. Then again. And again. Stronger each time than the last. Suddenly, Severus’s hands shot out and held the wrist in place as began to suck on the blood still bubbling up. Harry hissed as the red haze began to roll in again. Instinct took over and he had to pull Severus off his wrist. He received a hiss from the man like in frustration. Harry took time to study his companion now. Severus was alive, yet not himself, or at least half not himself. He was seemed to be stuck between vampire and human; a half formed creature that if not changed soon, would stay this mad creature. Once again, instinct choose the next course of action. “Severus,” the brunette said quietly. Onyx dragon eyes met his and blinked in recognition. “I am going to drain you again, but I will get it all back again too, ok? Do you trust me?” There was a pause as though the creature was considering this and then a nod. The vampire bent forward once more to his companion’s neck, now healed from the last time he did this. He gave a quick kiss before biting down. Just like when we had drank from James’s wrist, his donor’s memories crowed into his mind: Three year old Severus watching in wonder as Eileen, his mother, worked on her potions in the basement of Spinner‘s End, her locket gleaming in the low lighting. The first time he saw his father hit his mother in a drunken rage, then turning to run away from the man himself. Practically living at the Evans’s house hold because his mother was scared to have him come home. Playing with Lily and Petunia in the forest near there homes. Finding James at age eight, feeling fear turn to friendship as he and Lily accepted their new friend. Marveling how good Lily was so much better at charms then Severus, yet being able to beat her a potion making, though he always showed her how to do it. Getting his Hogwarts letter at age eleven, his mother’s proud smile. Sneaking out of the Slytherin dorms to be with Lily and James, in James’s adult form. Becoming the youngest person ever accepted into the Potion Mastery program at age twelve. His mother giving him her locket. Finding her stabbed to death by his father. Albus Dumbledore being signed over as Severus’s legal guardian, though he lived in at James’s estate as a ‘courting mate’. The first time he made love to James, the first time he caught James with Lily, the first time he was allowed to watch James with Lily. Joining the Deatheathers at fifteen to be a spy for Dumbledore. Getting his Mastery at sixteen. Becoming officially a vampire’s human mate at seventeen. At Lily and James’s wedding, at Harry’s birth, at Lily’s funeral, watching an empty casket being lowered in under the name James. Seeing Harry for the first time all those years ago in the great hall. Hating every moment he had to pretend to be hate the boy. Feeling his heart stop every time the boy went off on an adventure. Watching him reborn as vampire. Their first kiss. Their second. Love, so strong… Harry pulled away, looking down at Severus. The man was shallowly breathing, his eyes wide as though he too had seen the memories. The vampire bit his wrist again and placed it to his lover’s lips. Once again the Potion Master only lapped at the blood offered before latching on. Harry watched as life came back to him, as he grew healthier with every drink. He let the professor drink for a few more minutes before taking his wrist away again. He had to wait now… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The pain was worse then any pain he had ever felt before. He screamed and tried to struggle but someone was pinning him down. “Don’t move!! You’ll hurt yourself!” A familiar voice spoke over into his ear as he tried to buck the person off. “PLEASE!! PLEASE!! MAKE IT STOP!!!” “It will. I know for a fact it will. You have to be patient.” Almost as though the pain was waiting for these words, it began to dull. He let out a small sob of pain as the owner of the voice hushed him. A hand worked his jaw open and a small finger wriggled into his mouth feeling his teeth before giving a noise of approval. “Harry what have you done to me?” “I made you a vampire.” If Severus Snape hadn’t passed out from the pain, he would have done it from that knowledge. A/N: Please Review ***** Chapter 16 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== The moment Severus was up and lucid, they were off down the mountain toward the Saint Lestat estate. Harry had hooked up the four old horses in the stables to a shabby wooden cart and loaded down the cart with blankets, food, potions, and two swords just in case. He learned, a little too late, that he could drink the horses’ blood without harming the animals, meaning he and Severus would be safe from bloodlusts for the time being unless the horses died for some reason. For the first two hours or so of their journey, Harry drove the horses at a steady slow pace as Severus sat in the back of the cart, still stunned at what had occurred the night before. Suddenly he leapt from where he was sitting and pushed the brunette to the side taking the reins and with a ‘yah!’ made the horses break into a gallop. The Potion Master was acting like a teenager, laughing at the speed and urging the horses faster, not content in sitting on the driver’s bench, instead standing on it like a madmen. He grabbed his lover from where he had fallen dazed and had him stand in his arms as the cart gave a jump and they were sent flying through the air, much to the delight of the older man. Harry reached out and grabbed a tree branch before they could go crash landing into the ground and a sigh of relief he saw Severus had done the same thing. Before he could yell at his suddenly mad lover for being so stupid, though, the once oh-so reserved man was swinging after the cart like some type of demented hairless monkey. Harry swung after him, getting into the spirit of things. They were going faster then the teen had ever thought he could go, catching up with the still speeding cart with no problem, dropping down into it again with such precision. They rolled together laughing at their antics before Severus turned to Harry with a the widest grin the little vampire had ever seen on the man’s face and said, “Lets do that again!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They made camp as the sun went down, feeding off a mare before tying her to the tree with there companions. Severus’s adrenaline was still pumping from a day of doing stunts he had not dreamed of doing before the ’change’. He felt young and energized more than he had ever felt even when he was as young as his lover. Harry was studying the map calmly by fire light, fiddling with something around his neck. Severus crept up behind him and hugged him, kissing his neck. He received a little moan and a smile as his little sire turned his head to look back at him. “We made good time today. We are two days ahead of schedule.” “When did you get so mature and organized?” “When did you turn into a little kid?” “A day ago, I believe.” He instantly regretted saying it, feeling Harry stiffen and turn away. He caught a glimpse of the gold locket that, what seemed ages ago now, had been dangled in his face by Nero. “You still have it?” pointing at the piece of jewelry. Harry blinked and looked down, then nodded. “Of course. I think it is beautiful.” “I thought Nero would have taken it because it belonged to her…” “Your mother?” “No, his,” Severus paused, reaching out to cradle the little locket in his hands. “This has caused so much trouble. Charlotte, Nero’s mother, was a Spanish-Italian vampire who brought this with her when she came to Britain to marry James in the mid 1700s. Back then, the estate legislation was just getting into way. “You see, for years before that, vampires were the richest beings in the wizarding community and so they were allowed to do what ever they wished for the sake of trade. Entire family fortunes were based on being middlemen between vampires and wizards; that was how my mother’s family gained their riches. “And then the American colonies were founded and Pureblood families were gaining wealth through trade, selling, and discovering potion ingredients and wand parts plus other illegal practices in the New World. They had enough wealth to start laws restricting vampire’s movements and cash flow, to gain even more money. And during this time James and Charlotte got married and got pregnant with Nero. “Well the Prince family had been losing money for a long time because of the new laws, when Eric Prince, the soon to be in head of the family, became Charlotte’s human mate. She gave him all sorts of privileges; she let him get married, managed a deal so that the Prince family can ‘volunteer’ their children who had no prospects to be human mates for a sizeable fee, had him in charge of managing the business between the pack and the ministry. I believe she truly loved him and just gave him whatever he asked for. “He was not a kind man, you have to understand. He wanted power, wealth, and fame and he did not care who he stepped on to get exactly that. Eric would do unnecessary investigations for the ministry on ’reports about abuse of human mates’ just to make scared high ranking members of the pack hand over money. Charlotte just turned a blind eye to it because she was taking care of Nero and felt that her human mate would never betray her. “Years went by and all Eric did was take and take and take. Finally Charlotte begged him to stop. He said he would if she would give him the thing of greatest value in her possession. She gave him this locket. To her, something from her homeland, an heirloom from a proud pack, it must have seemed like the world. She even engraved his initials onto it, as you can see.” Harry nervously shifted, “I’m guessing he did not like the gift…” Severus shook his head, “He took the locket and reported to the Ministry that she had attacked him. They had James lock up his true love in the dungeons in front of their son.” They paused imagining a beautiful woman being chained to wall, crying out for her child as a little boy was pulled away as he kept crying over again ’Mommy!!!’ “Well the moment this trinket got into the Prince family hands, it cursed us with bad luck. Eric was murdered by a mistress. His son’s wife fell of a balcony at a party after getting too drunk. The child after that got syphilis, one of the daughters after that was killed by Jack the Ripper. One son became the worst Minister of Magic on record, though I think Fudge maybe trying to change that. My mother shamed her family, when she married a muggle and then was killed by him. I joined the Deatheaters…” a sigh, “But now the locket has found its way home again!” Harry shook his head once more and kissed Severus tenderly, “Not quite. It’s still a long way from home….” A/N: Please Reivew. You know 3/4 of Charlotte's story, now. ***** Chapter 17 ***** Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it. =============================================================================== “And you were stressing about the river!” Severus said with a satisfied chuckle as the cart bounded off the mountain road onto a flat trail toward the Saint Lestat estate. Harry, currently holding onto the older man’s neck for dear life, still recovering from his panic attack, looked at Severus with a mixture of panic and anger. “You are just lucky that current wasn’t strong and we weren’t swept away!” The Potion Master just laughed and pulled the reins in. “Admit it! It was fun!” “I’m admitting you a psychopath, who should not have been allowed to drive, and for that take full responsibility.” Severus shook his head, standing up and putting the reigns over his head, which made the horses come to a stop. “I am the elder here, so I think I am perfectly capable of driving.” “You are not acting like an elder! You are acting like you are five!” Harry turned his back to the man. It turned out to be a bad idea when said man grabbed the little vampire, and twisted him into a passionate kiss. It went all downhill from their. They fell back into the cart were they had set up a cushioned bed, Harry pinned expertly by the much taller man. “God I’ve been waiting for so long! Need to be in you! Fill you! Split you open! See every inch of you!!” Severus said, pulling off Harry’s shirt with no problem, before working on his shorts. Harry was already giving off a stream of curse words and moans as he was reveled to the noon day sun. He watched as his lover only unzipped himself and drew out his lovely cock. It was so sexy to be this naked and Severus to be so much over dressed. He watched as the lube flew into those spidery hands and was opened. Severus expertly coated his fingers, before dipping them low to tease Harry’s entrance, and then pushing in, not one, but two fingers. They twisted in and out and scissored him thoroughly before being taken away and replaced by something much thicker and longer. “FUCK!!!” Harry shouted, wrapping his legs around Severus’s waist and pulling him closer. “Oh yeah, tight heat! That’s what you are Harry! God, you are sex walking you know that, right?” Severus panted as began to thrust shallowly at first then began picking up steam. “You can make even sitting still the most fucking erotic thing ever! I get jealous of when you bite the horses!! I want to chain you to my bed at the estate, just so I could know that you are mine and no one else can see that sexy side of you! I used to fantasize back at Hogwarts that you wore a skirt one day to potions and a thong underneath that. It was a long skirt, to about your knees so you were safe from anyone knowing what was under it, but I knew. I would come up behind you and pretend to help correct your potion, drape my work robe over so no one could see what I was doing. Do you want to know what I was doing?” “FUCK Y-YES, T-T-ELL ME!!!” Harry was so far gone from the story and being fucked so fast and hard, that Severus could have asked if he him wanted to eat a flubber worm, Harry would have said yes. “I would left up that skirt and put aside that thong. I would have put a spell on you making your boy pussy all nice and slick, but would not have done anymore preparation then that. And then I would have every so slowly, slid into you, making you stand so perfectly still. I fucked you slow and shallow, so no one will know, but you keep pushing back making it feel so good and acting so wantonly. Then I come, deep inside of you, and you come too all over your pretty skirt. I move on, hiding myself as I turn back to see my cum, sliding down your legs. Oh God!!! Come for me Harry!! Come now!!” Harry did as he was told, with a shout clamping down on Severus’s cock, which swelled before releasing its load. They fell together panting, giving kisses, and ‘I love you’s to one another before drifting into a nap. When the little vampire woke up, the cart was rattling with his lover at the reins again, the horses in full gallop. He was still too tired and too happy to complain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ James rested his head in his hands, as he reread Dumbledore’s note. ‘Got out most of the students. Others have been taken prisoner or worse. Pomfrey, Hooch, Umbridge dead. No sign of Severus or Harry. Have spotted Charlotte. Chained, fed whenever possible. Half the castle destroyed. Arriving in a few days.’ James gave out a roar of frustration and through the nearest thing he could find: a small ceramic statue of a house elf from some minister from god knows when. He had known what Nero was planning, the boy told anyone who would give him a minute of attention. Yet he had waved it off, hearing the reports of the armies training in the mountains and just smiling contented in believing that his son would never do something so drastic. Oh, how had he been wrong. Harry, Severus, and Charlotte, all pawns to his Nero, toys to be played with. Some cherished, some discarded, yet all necessary. “What would you do, Charlotte?” James asked the silence. Oh he knew exactly what she would have done. Took the boy by the ear and dragged him to a map of the boundaries of the estate. ‘This,’ she would have said, ‘is your kingdom. This,’ she would have produced ledgers of the vampire names of the pack, ‘are you subjects. Your enemy is any pack who disrespects your noble lineage. Piss off the humans and your kingdom will shrink, Prince Nero, and not because of the Minister of Magic. No it will be from me, who stuffs you in a coffin with snakes!! That is what we used to do in Barcelona. Be thankful! In Roma my father would have an eye for this! A one eyed vampire means he has danced with the devil!’ James shed a tear remember the last lucid thing that his beloved ever said to him. “Why didn’t he open the locket…” A/N: Please Review Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!