Snape sighed, unlocking his house and walking into his house after a long train ride home. Potter was done with his fifth year. And the Dark Lord had returned. He was worried, slightly, about what would happen to himself, but figured that he could get around it. Snape dropped his bags by the door. He walked towards his kitchen when he heard a sweet voice singing some heavy metal song.
Snape recognized the voice and walked into his kitchen, his wand pulled out. A tall, thin girl was standing there, banging her head and singing along to a song he knew by heart, thanks to her. Her black hair was flying everywhere because of the motion of her head. To many a younger, sex-crazed teenager the movements of her body would greatly turn them on. But to Snape, he had the urge to run.
The song ended and the girl turned around, smirking to the older, taller man. She was fourteen. Her eyes were blood red, and she had razor sharp teeth.
"Hello, Severus," she said, taking a step towards him.
Snape turned on his heel and ran from the room as fast as he could. He reached his front door, but she was already there, leaning up against the door with her arms crossed.
"You're so slow, Sev," she said, laughing slightly. She pushed away from the door and glided up to Snape who was frozen with fear. His black eyes were wide with his brows knit together. His mouth was open, his breathing fast. "You're heartbeat's increased by ten percent."
She was now standing right in front of him. She got up on the tip of her toes and inhaled the scent of his pounding blood.
"You're very lucky I just ate," she said, settling on her feet again.
"Why are you here?" Snape whispered, backing away.
"I'm tired of staying in the Forbidden Forest all summer long," the girl explained, walking towards him again. "I decided your place was as good as any to stay. Oh, and another thing. I'm not staying hidden next year. I'm going to day classes, just with a ton of sun screen."
"No," Snape said. "That's too dangerous. What if you lose control? What if you get someone?"
"I am going!" she screeched and lashed out at the professor.
She started continued hitting him, hurting him, abusing him. But finally, she wore down and sank to her knees. Snape knelt in front of her, his entire body aching. The little vampire had so much strength. If she hadn't stopped, he could have easily died. His eyes were both blackened and his nose bloodied. Bruises and cuts had appeared all over his body, and his black robes were ripped in many places. He put his arms around the girl, pulling her to his chest.
"I'm sorry, Winter," he said, rocking her back and forth. "I'm just worried about the idea."
"Sev," she said with a faraway voice. "Night classes are hard on you and the rest of the professors. With me doing this, you won't have to worry about me getting out of coffin and sucking the blood of a student or teacher or anything. And besides, sleeping in the forest isn't exactly comfortable."
He blinked and Winter was up against the other wall, staring at him with fear etched on her pretty features. Snape got up, walking over to her.
"What?" he asked.
"There's a smell on you that I just noticed. That scent...It's the type I normally go after," Winter explained. And suddenly, she started shouting, but not at Snape just in general. "I can't stay a vampire anymore. I'm sick of it!
"There's no cure," Snape sighed. "But this summer we're going to create a potion to help curb the thirst you feel."
"Finally!" Winter said, hugging her older brother. She was starting to hunger just by being so close to his veins and with the extra scent on him. An animalistic instinct was starting to take over. She lifted her head, her eyes closing. She opened her mouth and moved towards his vein. As she was about to close her mouth, Snape pulled away.
"You need to eat," he said, taking her by the hand.
That summer, they worked hard on making a potion that would curb Winter's intense hunger. It was very hard on her. They tried six hundred and seventy-two potions before they finally had the right combination and ingredients that worked to satisfy her vampiric cravings. The other potions all caused her to be violently ill, pained or hungrier.
But Snape also disappeared often. He would never tell Winter where he was going, or who he was seeing, or what he was doing. Winter was very suspicious of this, and would often try to get other scents off him. She always got the exact same ones, and this puzzled her. She determined it wasn't a girlfriend, as there were so many scents on him. Snape was often gone for days at a time, and the potion sat untouched during the time, as Winter was worried about working with it.
"Well, that took long enough," Winter muttered and took a swig of the new potion. The potion itself was a dark red color that seemed to have gray clouds swirling inside it. "What shall we call this wonderful drink?"
"Uh, I'm not sure," Snape said. "But, since I'm taking you to Hogwarts for the next year, I vote we call it your medicine."
"Fine," Winter said. She capped it and dropped it into the pocket of her Slytherin robes.
"Well, time to pack," Snape said and hurried off.
Winter shrugged and went back to her room. She shoved her stuff into a trunk, and put her black cat, Dusk, into its cage. She dragged the stuff downstairs as Snape did the same.
"Well, on we go," he said, taking her hand and Apparating to King Cross Station. They moved into a private car, and Winter pulled the blinds out, putting on the strongest Muggle sun screen she could find.
"Something smells good," Winter purred, liking her lips and inhaling deeply.
"Winter," Snape said warningly.
"Sev, don't worry," Winter said. "Long as they don't come nearer, I'm good."
But then Winter started to feel that gnawing pain in her stomach. She put a hand up against the wall, feeling that animalistic person take her over. The smell of that person's blood was getting nearer. The other people were driving her insane. She couldn't believe she was stupid enough to ride the train there. She could have run and arrived quicker. Or she could have stayed in the forest for the summer.
"Winter," Snape said, putting a hand on her back. "Drink the potion. Drink it now."
There was a knock at the compartment door, and then it opened. Draco Malfoy stepped in, smirking up to his favorite teacher. Then he noticed Winter and felt a small jolt of the heart.
"Hello, Professor, I need to talk to you," Draco said. Then he noticed Winter. "Who's she?"
Winter shut her eyes, clutching her stomach tightly. She covered her nose and mouth, breathing only through her mouth.
"Is she okay?" Draco asked.
"Draco, leave," Snape ordered. "I'll find you later."
"But, Professor" Draco started.
"Leave!" Snape barked.
Draco left the compartment and shut the door.
Snape pulled out a large bottle of the potion and opened Winter's mouth. He poured it down her throat. Winter collapsed on the seat, controlling her breathing and drinking slowly from the bottle.
"There's something about him that drives me insane," Winter said. "Something in his blood that just fits so perfectly with my taste."
"This is such a bad idea," Snape said. "You can't go to Hogwarts during the day. You'll have glasses with him. You'll never be able to control yourself."
"I can," Winter said. "I will!"
"Fine," Snape said, angry with Winter for being so stubborn. "But you will screw up! I promise you that you will!"
"Yeah, you're so positive, Sev!" she shouted back. "Now go see the little Malfoy boy. He seemed to want something!"
"I will!" Snape shouted back, getting up and slamming the door behind himself.
"Damn you, Snape," Winter muttered to herself, crossing her arms. "You never manage to be easy to get along with."
Winter kept drinking the potion until it was drained, but the gnawing feeling in her stomach remained. She had never run into someone like that. She had to use the most of her self-control so as not to attack him. She couldn't believe she had done that.
Winter swore to herself and closed her eyes, hoping he wouldn't come back.
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