Chapter 1: The First of Many

Harrys POV

"Ron! 'Mione!" I called out at kings cross station. They both turned swiftly and gave me their brightest smiles and I couldn't help smile back as 'Mione slammed me into a bone crushing hug, "Harry! How was your summer?" I tried to hide the flinch that followed her question, and it seems I succeeded, "yah, it was as good as it gets with the Dursley's." Ron nodded sympathetically. "I have something really weird to tell you guys," I said hesitantly. They just stared at me like expectant children, and I tried not to laugh, "I came into my creature in heritance," I paused, "as a Vampire." Both of them grinned, "That's great, why are you so nervous?" Ron questioned.

We got onto the train to find the first empty compartment. As we took our seats I replied, "I am more excited than nervous. Because it is an inheritance I will be trying to find my mates." Hermione looked up at this, "Mates? As in more than one?" I nodded, "yes I could have any number of mates. I will recognize them by scent, they will each have an absolutely intoxicating scent that will be different for each one. I will not know how many until I find all of them. Once I find all of my mates I will feel complete and whole." They both seemed to understand pretty easily.

'Mione as always informed us of our close arrival and directed us to change into our robes. She is and always will be a good friend but at times I wonder if she has a mommy complex. Of course she was correct however, shortly after we changed we arrived to be loaded onto carts and taken to the one place I will always consider home.

I smiled as I sat at the Gryffindor table once more and watched the first years be sorted. Regardless of my natural diet I still could not wait for the feast seeing as my taste for human food has not changed. I simply have to have blood at least once every couple days to keep up my strength. The food as always was delicious. Delicious until the overwhelming smell of cedar and rich chocolate wafted through the room. I searched the room both scared and anxious. "Who is it?" I growl out loud. At this 'Mione looks over, "who is what?" I hiss irritated, "my mate is in this room but I can't tell who!"

Her eyes lit up, "you have a mate here? That's wonderful Harry!" I nodded still looking around the room. Ron smiled, "who do you think it will be?" I shrugged, "I don't know but that smell. It's absolutely incredible," it was moaned more than said. "What smell?" I could tell 'Mione was just as excited as I was and also curious so I decided I would answer her questions without complaint. "Like a light cedar and rich luscious chocolate. It is taking over all of my senses. I need to know who it is." She nodded her understanding and I know her understanding came from her secret love for Ron.

McGonagall came by near the end of dinner and gave us our schedules. I looked at it and chuckled knowing that Ron would not be please. Double potions first thing after breakfast. "Double potions tomorrow," I said inwardly smirking. It is fun sometimes just to mess with him. After dinner we all went up to Gryffindor tower, "I am going to get an early night. I will need it dealing with Snape in the morning." I slept horribly just as I normally do. The night mares are getting far worse than they normally are. I don't know what is going on but I am worried that Voldemort is the reason.

I woke up after a restless night and went down to breakfast with Ron and Hermione. Breakfast was again delicious but I could again smell the intoxication of my mate as well as my need for blood becoming more apparent. I found that all I could things about my mate, and the lack of knowledge of who it was, was pissing my off. "Come on Ronald! We are going to be late," 'Mione broke me from my thoughts and we all got to potions and waited for class to start, surprisingly all of us were slightly early.

The class went silent the moment Professor Snape began to speak. "Look to the board and follow the instructions," he spoke in his sexy drawn out tone, "you will be learning how to make a basic blood replenishing potion, now begin." I went to gather the ingredients for Ron, 'Mione, and myself when I stiffened. I grabbed the blue blood, phoenix tears, roots, and stirring rod and sat back down. I looked frantically once again around the room. They were here in class and I had about 4 hours to figure out who it was thanks to the class being a double. "What's wrong mate?" Ron questioned. I laughed at the Irony, "that's just it, they're here! My mate!" 'Mione looked up from adding the phoenix tears while I carefully chopped the roots, "your mate is in the classroom?" I nodded quickly. "If we finish early you can ask Professor Snape to walk the classroom and explain why," Hermione suggested. She always was the most logical of us and so I agreed. About an hour in I took the sample ready to ask Snape if I could do as Hermione suggested and to explain why. Handing it to him I realized there was no need.

I quickly walked back to my seat and threw my head into my hands, "Shit, Shit, Shit!" I cursed. "Did he say no?" Ron asked not understanding my irritation. "No I didn't have to ask. I know who it is," I stated sharply. They looked at me, eyes lit up, "Well who is it?" 'Mione asked happily. I looked at them nervous as to what they would think of him, "My first mate is Professor Snape." Both of their eyes grew to the size of the giant squid.

"Your Mate is Snape!" Ron yelled a little too loudly and as he did so I felt my stomach turn as the class room fell into silence. I was glad when 'Mione punched Ron hard in the arm. 'So much for easing him into it gently,' I thought to myself. "Potter!" my professor said coldly, "you will stay after class to explain what Weasly just shouted to the class." I groaned and got even more depressed when I heard Malfoy sniggering, "yes sir."

It's not that I didn't like Snape, because I did. A lot. I have liked him since the end of 3rd year though I am not sure how my interest in him came about. I just began noticing everything about him that drove my feelings for him. The way when he is irritated he taps his fingers, or when he concentrates he drags the quill feather across the bottom of his lip, or when he notices a student doing well he finds some way to both insult and praise them at the same time. He is mysterious and unconventionally sexy. In no way is my distress because I don't want him.

He hates me with every bit of being and of course fate would make him my mate. I refuse to be like some and force his hand. I want my mates to want me the same way I want them. I know what my father did and I hate him for it. How could he do this to me? If he just left that wonderful man alone I might stand a chance, but now I just know he will reject me.

I jumped when he finally dismissed the class, and sat there wondering if I was going to lose the contents of my breakfast. "Mr. Potter, I don't know what joke you and you're friends are playing but I demand to know what it is," he spoke angrily. I shivered as his voice flowed over me and I felt my vampire's excitement at being alone with my mate. I fought for words as I tried to ignore that incredible smell, "It wasn't a joke sir but if I may I should explain about what happened this summer for you to fully understand." He nodded and waited for my explanation. "This summer I came into my creature inheritance as a vampire. I do not know the extent of your knowledge of vampires but when we come into our inheritance we are able to begin searching for our mates. Being the only one left seeing as my father is dead I have to start a clan of my own, and as such will have many mates. I will not know how many I have until I have found all of them, and when I do I will finally feel complete and happy. After which I will need to need to bare children to continue my clan and increase our population. When I came into the class I smelled one of my mates. Cedar and warm rich chocolate. It was not until I handed you the sample that I realized that my first mate is in fact you," I finished my long ass speech and waited for the storm to come bracing myself for his anger.

"if this is in fact true then we have a lot to discuss, if it is not I guaranty I will have you out of Hogwarts in a second," he spoke firmly then continued, " I have a potion in my office that can Identify weather or not you are in fact a vampire. If you indeed are then we need to go speak with the headmaster before we have our own discussion." I agreed without hesitation to take the potion. He handed me the vial, "green means you are, whereas blue means you are not." I uncorked the vial and made a face at the awful flavor as I downed it. His eyes grew wide as I glowed green for about a minute. I figured from his reaction that he had not expected me to be telling the truth. "Very well, follow me."

I followed him to the giant gargoyle and he gave it the password, "Lemon Drops." I rolled my eyes. That manipulative bastard and his god damn sweets. Yes I the golden boy is not in favor of a man that sends me to the same abusive home year after, and try's to slip me obedience potions regularly. All in all the man was now on my hypothetical hit list. We walked through the door to that god damn eye twinkling smile. "What can I do for you boys?" the old man asked continuing to twinkle annoyingly.

"Albus I am afraid we have a situation that we will need your input on," Snape said emotionlessly. Dumbledick nodded, "I do believe I need to know the situation in order to give my input." Snape bit his cheek, "yah uh Potter I think you should explain it." I glared only to see him smirking with amusement, "I am not going into detail this time. Putting it in shorter terms, I came into my creature inheritance as a vampire over the summer and one of my mates is Snape." The old hag looked at me thoughtfully, "Well with it being a creature inheritance I give my consent, can I assume you two will be wanting for quarters together?" not that he could not give the consent seeing as it was legalized and required by law to do so.

I looked at Snape nervously, "I don't know, what ever Professor Snape would like to do I will go along with. I will not be forcing the bonding. It is in his hands completely." I said this sadly knowing that there was a large chance that he would reject me. He looked at me with a puzzled face, "I agree with the private quarters but we should not bond until we can get to know one another truly." I know the grin that I was wearing after hearing this was the size of California, "I am in agreement with that as well." He gave me a quick nod as our eyes met and held for a few seconds longer than was necessary. "Very well my boys, the room set up on the third floor in the east hand corridor, fifth door down. You may go and see that it is to your likings."