Chapter 3

A Brief Interlude

"Harry's gone." Tonks garbled out to Remus as soon as she found him.


"He's gone. I went and knocked on the door when I didn't see him and he's gone, his uncle told me he disappeared last night." Remus felt a feeling of dread descend upon him.


"My feelings exactly."

"Are you sure he's not just gone out, o-" Remus' face had become pale, and Tonks cut him off.

"He's gone. I'm sure." At that moment, Snape walked into the room and went towards the kettle in the corner of the dingy kitchen. He paused, and looked at them after they stayed silent.

"What's happened?" He asked. "Something to do with Potter I assume." Tonks and Remus still didn't talk, heartbeats hammering in their ears, while Snape filled the kettle up with water, and cast a heating charm on it. It took a while, but finally Tonks spoke up.

"Harry's gone." She said, repeating what she said earlier. She saw what could be a glimmer of happiness on Snape's face, but it was soon replaced by realisation.

"What?" Tonks could almost laugh at the situation, considering Snape was repeating what Remus had said.

"What I just said. He bolted from the house."

"Impossible, there are guards all around there, I doubt Potter has the skill to avoid them."

"Well he did." Remus finally said, the colour returning slightly to his face, "But I doubt he is in danger."

"Unless he's been kidnapped."

"Not by the Dark Lord, he hasn't said anything about Potter recently," Snape sneered, "and the last time that little b-" Remus fixed him with a glare, "-oy" Snape continued, "ran away, he went to the Leaky Caldron. So I suggest we look there."

"We? Why do you want to come along?"

"Because I don't want this getting out to Dumbledore. As much as I want to highlight my colleagues' idiocy, I do not think this is the time, and there's a chance you two will mess up. We're going to go separately, you distract the staff while I search the rooms." Remus and Tonks nodded, and it was Tonks who spoke next.

"So, shall we go?"

"No, not yet, I still have some tea to have." And at that moment, the kettle whistled.


I was a bit disappointed about Knockturn Alley, I went down there, with a cloak to disguise my identity to try and find out some more about vampires, and how to cure it. But they place was not nearly as sinister as it had seemed when I went on a little wonder down there in my Second Year, there were no stalls selling dark items, nor any people practicing the Dark Arts. No hags tried to offer me things, nor did I bump into Hagrid, so I would say that the trip was relatively successful. Especially since it allowed me to learn some more about what I had become.

There was a small bookshop, near the end called Everyman's Bookshop, written below was the date of the founding, 1817. It was dingy, but the best place for me to be, since no one would recognise me and wouldn't find it suspicious that I was hiding under a cloak. I asked whether they had any information regarding cures for vampirism, and the man standing behind the desk laughed at me.

"I can't tell you about any cures for it," he was surprisingly well spoken, "but we've got some books on it, and how to make it better." I recognised him as a Ravenclaw, who must have been in his last year when I began Hogwarts, I simply hoped he did not recognise me. It didn't seem as if he had, and he wondered off to get the books. He returned with four loosely bound tomes in his hand, that all looked as if they were second, if not third hand.

"That'll be fourteen gallons." I handed over the money, and took the books from his hands, all the while trying to make sure he couldn't see my face. "I hope they help." He murmured.

"Yes. I do too."

And so now I was sitting in my room again, with one of the books open. It was the least imposing looking one, and was called The Vampire in the 20th Century. It seemed as if it was some kind of propaganda, but was useful, especially the section on bloodlust, but the book mainly focused on how amazingly wonderful vampires were:

Bloodlust barely bothers vampires now, especially with the invention of the bloodlust potion at the beginning of the 20th Century, now you can expect all vampire to behave like well adjusted members of society. The bloodlust potion is simple to make, and provide instant results meaning that the days of mad vampires are over.

I could almost imagine the person who wrote the book, he would have gelled hair, and a light tan with perfectly straight white teeth and a smarmy smile. Like some kind of television salesman. I was about to go onto the next book, to see whether that had any information on how to make the potion when I noticed that there was someone behind me.

"I thought I'd find you here, Potter." And I let out a groan, of course it would be Snape. I turned around and looked up.

"What are you doing here?"

"Saving you from your own stupidity." He cast an eye over what I was reading, and a curious look passed over his face. "Interesting literature." Hastily I turned around, and covered up the books.

"It's none of your business." In one smooth motion Snape bent down and looked into my eyes, for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. I shivered, repulsed with the notion. He stared at me for a while and I couldn't stop myself from speaking, hoping to distract him.

"No Professor I don't want to kiss you. I just don't feel that way about you. " The greasy haired man sneered and shook his head. He moved his hand down to my neck, trying to find a pulse, and at this moment I broke free from him. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked, trying to hide my fear.

"I think you know damn well."

"I don't." His eyes began moving, and I could see that he noticed everything, my pale skin and sunken in eyes, at the worst moment possible I began to notice his pulse. Why was I so fucking hungry all the time? And then he did the most idiotic thing he could do, he took out his wand, muttered something under his breath and a small cut appeared on his finger. I felt fangs extend in my mouth within a second of seeing the blood appearing, and it took everything in me to not grab his hand.

"You're playing a dangerous game," I spoke softly, and I could see surprise flicker across his face as he saw my teeth as I spoke. Quickly healed the cut and then looked back towards me. Clearly he was not really expecting me to be a vampire, and he walked backwards, and sat on the bed. His pulse had sped up, and I stood up and turned the chair around to face him, and sat back down on it. It was him who spoke first.

"How did this happen?" Guilt flashed in his eyes, and I wondered why.

"It's a long story." I could only speak in short sentences, because my mind was mostly focused on not attacking him. I think he could see this, because he waved his wand, and a few moments afterwards a small bottle appeared in his hand and he tossed it into the air and I quickly caught it. I stared at the muddy coloured potion.

"Don't just look at it, drink it."

"What is it? How do I know it won't kill me?" The man opposite me gave a sigh of exasperation.

"How do I know you won't kill me? Now drink it." I gave him a glare, and held it for a few seconds before I began to hear his pulse again. Hoping it would help the situation a bit, I uncorked it, and drunk it. It tasted remarkably nice, and I felt myself relax, while my fangs went back into my gums. Snape then looked at me, expecting me to talk.

"No, it really is a long story."

"What I want to know is what you're doing here?"

"Because I didn't want to kill my family?" Snape snorted.

"It would hardly be a loss."

"They're my last living family left." He stood up, and I felt as if I were a schoolboy, which I suppose I was.

"And how did this happen?" I didn't speak, but stood up myself so I could be at level height with him.

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" The man smirked.

"No one who doesn't need to know. But I will if you don't tell me what happened." Sighing I began to explain. I didn't tell him the complete story, leaving out the fact I almost killed someone.

"So basically, a fit woman came up to you on the street, and turned you into a vampire."

"Pretty much."

"And do you have this letter she wrote you?" I looked down, slightly embarrassed.

"I ripped it up."

"Idiot." He hissed and began to pace.

"It's not that bad, I can do cool stuff."

"At the expense of your soul!"

"I can't die."

"You're already dead!" At that moment it occurred to me that this made the prophesy invalid. It looked as if Snape realised this as well, he looked as if he was going to shit himself.

"We're all doomed." He deadpanned.


"It must refer to Longbottom. That boy can't even brew a simple potion." Snape's lips curled up into a sneer, "You, with your usual Potter arrogance, typically you would chase after any pretty woman. You're just like your father. And look where it has got us." I clenched my hands into fists, and tried to calm myself down. A passage from the book I had just read came to mind:

As vampires have heightened emotions when they are young, this can sometimes mean they lash out easily. But don't worry, they can usually control themselves.

Controlling myself did not seem likely at this moment. Thankfully Snape realised this and I could see he was battling with himself. "Calm down Potter, you can't let yourself get like this."

"Apologise then."

"No. I stick by what I said. But I suppose you are a teenage boy," he looked as if he was going to say more, but this was probably the closest to an apology I was going to get. I uncurled my fists, and closed my eyes as I walked backwards, and collapsed in the chair. Once I had calmed down, I ran a hand through my hair after opening my eyes. Snape looked as if he were scared.

"As much as I dislike you, I wasn't going to hurt you."

"I'll have to tell Lupin." He said, ignoring the comment I had just made.

"Why?" I felt a shiver of worry go through me, the less people who knew about this, the better.

"Because he'll know immediately."

"Can't you spike his potion or something?" Snape looked mildly surprised.

"As much as I admire your questionable morals, it isn't possible."

"He's here I suppose?"


"Fine, go and tell him. But make sure no one else knows." I knew it would piss Snape off, me almost ordering him around, but I wasn't in the position to annoy him at the moment. "Please." I added. He nodded slightly, and I could tell that he had gained a bit of respect for me. For what reason, I couldn't tell.

"You won't be able to keep it a secret for ever you know. Dumbledore is not an idiot."

"I can't tell him, he would kick me out of Hogwarts." I gave a sigh, knowing that this was the truth. "Maybe if the prophesy had not been made invalid. But now I'm worthless to him."

"He let Lupin go there."

"I'm a vampire," it felt odd admitting that, "werewolves only have problems once a month, I have them all the time."

"But he needs to know." Guiltily I let my eyes drift to the window, and I stared out of it, making sure my eyes weren't going anywhere near Snape. I knew it was selfish, and I knew that it was comprising the war against Voldemort, but could I really face being kicked out of Hogwarts and not being able to do magic?

"I know." I thought for a moment, "Couldn't you pretend that there was some clause, or something in the prophesy..." my voice trailed off, it was useless, Dumbledore knew the whole prophesy there was no way that he was going to be tricked by a fifteen year old boy. I would have to make this sacrifice, for the greater good, I resolved myself to my decision. "Fine. I'll do it."

"Listen, this doesn't mean that you are going to have to give up your magic. This has probably happened before." I was slightly freaked out by Snape trying to comfort me. Although that vampire said that she thought you would be able to keep your magic, there are plenty of vampires who were wizards."

"Were is probably the most important word in that sentence. And what if I attack someone?"

"It can't be helped." I felt anger bubbling up inside me again.

"It can't be helped? You're talking about someones life here. Merlin, I al-" I cut myself off, no one needed to know that."

"You what?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter." Snape looked at me and I could feel his eyes boring holes in my skull. I realised what he was trying to do, and I could feel him attempting to find out what happened. "It won't work." I said quietly.

"It was worth a try." Quickly I changed the subject.

"What was that you gave me before?"

"Something to stop bloodlust. It's easy to brew, but don't think I am going to make it for you. Although you probably did." And like that, the brief peace my professor and I had was over, and the anger almost spilled over.

"No, I didn't." I took a deep breath. "Can you at least teach me how to make it?"

"I can try." He moved towards the door. "I'll tell Lupin when I can. But you can stay here for now. Just try not to kill anyone." And with that, he opened the door, and walked out.

I finally updated! :) Yay. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. It is a bit of a filler, but I lost the piece of paper I had the plot written on, so I guess it is probably going in a different direction than before. This chapter is also slightly more serious than the previous ones, I know, but it was quite hard to make it jokey. I will try and update more, now that I don't have a billion essays due in everyday. But, as some of you may know, I go to a boarding school, which has now decided that they will block ffn for adult content or some crap like that. So updating is quite hard, because I can't get on here when I am there. I will try and update more now though, even if will only be when I am at home. Please leave a review if you'd like, and thank you for all the alerts. One step in the direction of finally completing a story. Also, I noticed that there was a really big spelling mistake in one of the previous chapters, where I wrote your instead of you're, I can spell don't worry. I don't really know why I did that, but I will fix it one day...

EDITED: 31st of December 2011 - fixed a few errors.