I own nothing but my story line. Harry Potter, all his friends, bed pertbers and enemies belong to J.K. Rowling. Although every now and then a visit would be nice.

It is kind of AU, I hope you like it.

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CHAPTER ONE

Severus Snape smiled as he walked through the house that was his home, He came across very few of his minions and those that he saw ran away not used to seeing him smile. They were loyal to their master, him, and had never seen him smile before, only ever smirk and snarl. But Severus had a reason to smile, the clan they had destroyed the previous evening had been his only real opposition in taking complete control of the vampire population in the town.

'Nick just get the pants off him so we can our turn before he wakes up,' Snape paused at a bedroom door after hearing the voice of Sam, on of his finest enforcers.

'I can't find the zipper,' Nick complained.

'You're a hundred years old and can't take someone's pants off,' Sam snapped sarcastically, 'If I hadn't been in your arse less than an hour ago, I would say you're a virgin.' Snape heard a groan, 'Hurry up you fool, he's waking up.'

'Hey,' a slurred voice moaned, 'Geroff me.'

'You're green kid with no Master, we can do what we want,' Nick snapped.

And with that comment Severus' good mood vanished like a ship in the Bermuda triangle, Vampire's who had just woke up had few rights, especially one with no Master but they could not be taken against their will. The only vampire who could take another by force was the dominant partner in a relationship to bring an errant partner into line or a vampire's master to control a misbehaving childe.

'Don't touch me,' the other voice said again. their was a pause, 'No, get off me.'

'Boy you have no rights,' Sam argued.

'I am not your boy,' the young man growled, Severus guessed it was a sore point.

'I will have you boy,' Nick argued.

'No please don't touch me, don't touch me,' the young man replied, shouting the last bit.

Severus pushed open the door and took in the scene, Sam was stood by the bed and Nick was kneeling over a man who was hardly more than a boy. 'Get off me before, now, please.' Angry but scared green eyes, pale skin, a nest of black hair and black leather were the only things he saw before growling and ripping Nick off him.

The two younger vampires crouched to the ground as their master growled angrily at them, they could smell the anger coming off him almost as strong as the fear of the boy. 'You two have the right to rape no-one except each other, especially not a green boy.' He looked at the boy, consciously softening his voice from a growl to a purr, 'Come here little one.'

The young man met his eyes and he gave a small smile as the fear receded in those beautiful green eyes. The young man kneeled then crawled to the end of the bed and finally stood just in front of him, well inside his personal space and swaying towards him. Severus lifted up a hand and placed it on the young man's shoulder, the young man swayed towards him, settling into his side, burying his nose in Severus's neck. Severus smiled and held him tight, looking at the amazed look on Sam and Nick's faces. The young body pressed against his side and he felt himself harden against his jeans against a hip pointing through the tight leather pants.

'What's your name little one?' He asked, stroking his head, finding that the fine black hair was like silk.

'Harry, who are you?' Harry asked, leaning further into Severus's side and looking up, Severus caught his first glimpse of a scar hidden under the nest of hair, a lightening bolt, beautiful.

'Severus.'

'Severus, I like it.'

'I'm glad little one, I'm glad but now you have a choice to make that is going to influence the rest of your time on this earth.'

'What?' The young man asked, still staring at his face but Severus realised that Harry's eyes had moved from his eyes to Severus's lips.

'There are three choices, you can come with me, go with them or just leave and go on with what you were doing before you were turned. Don't get me wrong little one, I am still going to fuck you into next week. Choose little one?'

Harry barely paused, 'You please Severus, I want you.' The young man purred quietly as he was stroked by Severus.

The Master Vampire just nodded and scooped the small body up, the green yes vanished as his newest childe buried his face into Severus' neck. He looked down at the other two vampires, 'If I ever hear of anything like this again I will kill you both,' he growled before sweeping out and back to his room.

He stepped into his own room and let himself relax, let himself analyse the scent of the youth in his arms. Leather, smoke, herbs and under all that their was the scent of Harry, undescribable but beautiful, a scent that made him harden further and he knew what he was going to do.

Harry would be his Childe in more than just name, he would be in blood too, the fucking into next week would have to wait. He took three bags of blood and a glass bottle from a small fridge and sat on the bed, cradling Harry in his lap, manoeuvring the small body until it was sat between his legs, leaning on his chest.

'Drink this Harry,' he ordered passing the bottle to the youth, it was a potion made with his own blood that would change how the bloods boy processed blood. All Vampire blood had three markers that any other Vampire could taste, the first was the Vampire's own taste, which allowed another vampire to tell there age, the second was that of the Vampire's Master and the third was that of a Vampire's mate. If a vampire had no mate then the third and first markings were the same, the potion made sure his marker replaced that of Harry's previous Master.

But to make Harry totally his, he still had to change the blood Harry already had. This could only be done before a Vampire's first feed because after that a Master's marker couldn't be shifted.

'Just like home,' Harry murmured and drank the potion like a pro, not even grimacing at what he knew was a terrible taste.

'Relax for a few minutes little one, I need to feed before we can carry on.'

''Kay Sev,' the young man said and relaxed into his body. His Harry was just a little mystery waiting to be unwrapped, his beautiful mystery. He was half way through his second bag of blood when Harry started to fidget and wriggle against him, he groaned around a mouth of blood and held the boy tight until he had finished.

'What's wrong little one?'

'I'm not sure, I feel hungry and whatever you're doing smells so good but you said to relax and I tried, please Sev I tried but I'm hungry.' The last two words were whine and he could smell that his Harry was scared.

'It's fine little one, I know you're hungry.'

'You're not going to send me away because I disobeyed?' Harry asked quietly, 'or punish me?' Severus growled in anger when he realised why the youth was so upset, Harry scurried away from him, 'I'm Sorry Sev, please I'm sorry, don't hurt me.'

The older vampire recognised the signs of abuse and took deep breaths to calm himself before purring deep in his chest to comfort the newborn, 'I won't hurt you Harry not over something like this, I didn't think, I'm amazed you lasted that long. You are mine to protect, no-one will hurt you little one I promise.'

The youth moved slowly back up the bed until he straddling Severus' knees, face buried in the taller man's neck and legs and arms wrapped around his torso, 'You won't hurt me?'

'No Little one,' he promised and knew he would keep to his promise. If this Childe stepped out of line he wouldn't use violence, he would find some other way, he would not hurt this already abused youth. 'Now I'm going to bite you and you are going to bite me, when we're done you can have the other pint then we'll have a nap.'

'Then you'll fuck me?' Harry asked in a little voice.

Severus chuckled, 'Then I will fuck you little one.'

'Thanks Sev.'

The older Vampire grinned, brought his fangs down and struck, Harry cried out then moaned and started grinding their crotches together, hard package to hard package. Severus groaned then screamed when Harry struck his neck, the unpracticed strike of a green vampire then drank deep. Severus kept drinking, this exchange of blood until the concentration of the blood from Harry's other Master was practically nonexistent. He pulled his fangs out, licking the wound closed.

He scrambled for the third bag and pulled Harry off his neck, replacing it with the bag, the youth barely noticed the change except for the slight difference in taste and texture. His Harry was practically asleep by the time Severus pulled the bag away, 'Before you sleep little one, close the wound on my neck.'

'How?' Was the drowsy reply.

'Just lick it.'

He felt a tongue cover his wound then had a sleeping newborn resting on him. Severus smiled and held his Childe tight, Harry would wake in a few hours, his childe. He settled further into the bed and closed his eyes, Harry would wake him when he moved.

TBC