Kiss of Immortal Death
A/N: Don't own nothing yada yada yada whatever, anyway I would have updated sooner but my stupid brother was playing starwars on the computer.
Harry followed Snape out of Dumbledore's office and through the hallways down to the dungeons. They stopped in front of Snape's office and he muttered the password; "Perhonen," and entered with Harry following.
"What does perhonen mean sir?" Harry asked.
"Mind your own business Potter, it's just a password." Snape stopped in front of a bookcase and pulled out a book. There was a deep rumbling, scraping noise of stone on stone and the bookcase slid across to reveal and archway into a nicely furnished lounge room.
Harry looked around in awe, there was a very comfortable looking brown leather lounge with two matching armchairs facing and old antique looking coffee table, in front of which a large fire place. Bookcases covered the walls except for gaps where beautiful Victorian style paintings were hung.
Severus was watching Potter look around his personal quarters in awe and smirked. "What? Expecting torture devices? I'm not Filch." Severus sat in one of the armchairs. "Stop gaping around like a fish, boy and sit down I have to explain how this change will affect your life.
Harry's mouth snapped shut and he quickly sat on the couch. :Sir, was it true you said that we feel on humans?" Harry said sounding worried.
"Yes but we have to go and hunt for the right type of people." Severus said, tenting his fingers in front of him.
"What type of people are the…right…kind of people?" Harry asked.
"Evildoers," Severus simply said.
"Evildoers?" Harry's eyebrows knitted together, "Like bad people?"
"Yes, they taste better and are on your conscience."
"How can you tell if they're an Evildoer?" Harry sounded more worried, "What if I get it wrong and feed from someone innocent?" Harry's eyes were wide.
"You won't. You read their minds and see the bad things they have done. It's a gift for vampires…mind reading. Now let me explain everything else; the older you get the stronger you will become and you will acquire new powers like the ability to create fire with your mind, you will be able to fly unaided and your speed will increase so you will be able to move without being seen."
Harry looked like a small child let loose in a massive candy store. "I'll be able to fly?" He asked.
"Yes, and you will have increased strength."
"So the speed thing, that's how you always appear out of no where at the perfect time to take points." Harry was amazed with all this new information.
"Yes now let me explain more. You are still able to eat food but it will not sustain you and you can go in sunlight obviously but you will feel more comfortable at night. Now, with your powers you may be capable of them because it was I who created you. The stronger the creator, the stronger the fledgling." Severus explained. "Let's see how strong you are. Try and light the fire with your mind." Severus gestured to the fireplace.
Harry looked doubtful but faced the fireplace; he stared at it for a moment then thought 'fire' and grinned as fire instantly began licking the logs of firewood. He turned back to Snape.
"Good, it seems you are…of adequate…strength." Snape said.
'Was that a complement?' Harry thought, dumbfounded. Snape's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Vampires are immortal thought they are technically dead our bodies still function normally. You will never age and the only thing that will kill you is if you are drained of blood completely or if you do not feed for an amount of time when youngthe older you get the less you will need to feed. Any injuries you obtain will hear almost instantly and your own blood now has healing properties." Snape was almost sounding board.
"Um sir?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yes, and speak up boy." Snape sighed.
"Um…well…"
"Stop mumbling." Snape snapped.
"Sorry," The young vampire said, "Sir, I'm thirsting."
"Ah yes, you haven't fed since I turned you," Snape stood up and moved next to Harry on the couch, "Young fledglings need to feed from their makers on a daily basis to become stronger so you will need to feed from me."
Harry looked at Snape reluctantly.
"If you don't you will die," Snape said seriously and exposed his neck in offering. "Think that you are going to feed and your teeth will extend, then simply bite and drink."
Harry hesitantly moved forward and griped his professor's shoulder; he could feel his eye teeth growing and ran his tongue over his new fangs. He leaned in closer and his nose brushed his professor's neck, his pale skin was freezing. Harry finally bit down and groaned at the taste of the blood; it was the best thing he had ever tasted. He held tighter to Snape and drank until he couldn't drink anymore. He pulled away licking his lips, looked down at his lap and blushed; he had a hard on and so did Snape by the look of his straining trousers.
Snape cleared his throat. "Feeding can be very…(cough)…erotic. The bathroom is over there and the other door is my room. It's late, try and get some sleep." Snape stood and transfigured the couch Harry was sitting on into a bed and conjured pillows and a blanket. "Goodnight Mr. Potter." Snape quickly went into his bedroom. "'Night sir." Harry mumbled to the empty room.
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