New Beginning's
Chapter 3
Thinking and Harry's finally home
Severus Snape made his way through the dungeons of Hogwarts. For once his mind did not dwell on correcting poorly-done homework, or catching students out of bounds. His eyes lingered on the child in his arms. Most likely, he decided, he would not have trouble looking after the boy, despite the fact that he was the son of his childhood enemy. Some things were more important than his bad childhood, this child in his arms, currently writhing but you wouldn't notice. Severus had such a tight grip on him that he wasn't moving; vampire strength did come in handy. Although soon, Harry would be much stronger than him all newly created vampires were stronger. He was worried about one thing, Harry was powerful, and he had to have been to withstand Voldemort at the tender age of one. Being a vampire enhanced that power; no one outside the vampire community knew that piece of information. Not even Albus Dumbledore, despite contrary to popular belief, Severus didn't tell him everything. He was of course, worried about the affects it would have on Harry's magic. The most harrowing thing was Harry didn't even know magic existed, he believed himself to be a freak of nature. Though that was mostly thanks to the child's worthless relatives than what the child truly believed himself. Any child told such things often enough would begin to believe it and nobody had ever told Harry otherwise.
Without the aid of his wand, he magically opened the doors to his quarters and closed them. He went to the spare bedroom, which didn't usually have anything in it. As he opened it he saw that there was a bed in it, as well as the basic necessities a bedroom needed. Relived he didn't have to wait for house elf's to bring one down; he placed Harry on the bed. Tucking him in, he summoned a dreamless sleeping potion. He prayed that it would work before leaving the room the door shutting with a quiet click. He had changed when he had been transformed into a vampire, his chiselled features had become more pronounced, and his hair darkened if possible, even more. He had become a little taller and even paler and of course the fangs he supported had been a dead giveaway. He wondered how much Harry would change, and how he would take becoming a creature he feared.
Oh he knew what Vernon Dursley had done, thanks to the memories. Dursley had caught Harry eating during the night; he had beaten him then proceeded to scare the living daylights out of his nephew. He had told Harry vampires roamed houses, looking for kids to drain dry, so if he came out at night again one would get him. Although Harry no longer believed they were real, having heard the threat too often to truly believe it. This was going to be hard, possibly the hardest thing he had ever done. Dealing with this scared, abused child without snarling, sneering or showing any emotion what-so-ever. Although Harry's emotions would understand how to deal with him. Not only did he feel everyone's emotions, since changing Harry he would always know how his new chide was feeling. Normally it would work both ways, but Severus had blocked it, Harry didn't deserve to feel his emotions, when he had his own shit to deal with.
Severus was not sure what kind of changes Harry would go through. He himself had been sixteen nearly seventeen when he was turned. All he remembered of that time was a dark despair that filled his mind completely. Even James Potter's taunts had failed to elicit a response at that time. Severus had been far too depressed to retaliate. Of course, when Potter had discovered the truth, he had been even more unpleasant. It had only stopped when Lily Evans forced Potter to take a Wizard's Oath to stop it, of course being his girlfriend had its advantages. Despite their fall out it seemed Lily had still liked him, it was Severus' own pride that had stopped their friendship starting back up. No, not pride, worry, he had joined Voldemort not long after becoming a Vampire. Nobody had found out other than the Marauders and Lily about what he was, Dumbledore had made sure of it. Like he had been made swear not to reveal Lupin's furry little problem, they had been made swear never to reveal his secret.
Sitting down with a wary sigh, Severus couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right decision. Severus smiled softly when the times he had, had with Lily Evans came to the forefront of his mind. She had brightened his bleak childhood, and his school years, despite the different houses. She hadn't hated him when she knew, the only reason she hated him was for calling her a Mudblood. Their friendship had never been the same but it was still attentively there. They spoke from time to time, in the library, in the corridors and such. She wouldn't be angry with the fact her son was a vampire, but rather angry at the condition that required him being changed. It was hard thinking about Lily usually, he knew Lily's son would want to; know more about her if he knew Severus had known her. He didn't know if perhaps it was best to omit that part, or let him know see if it helped calm him.
Despite the attentive friendship he had kept with Lily, he had never met the little one. James Potter wouldn't have let Severus anywhere near Harry, no matter what Lily said. Harry had been his precious son and heir, and hell if he would let 'snivellus' touch him. Someone always watched him when Lily and James attended the meetings. Right now, the child he had never met until today was sleeping on a bed, in his quarters. He couldn't help himself he smirked in bitter amusement. Potter was probably rolling in his grave, at the mere thought of Severus Snape turning his child into a vampire. Lily though, Lily would be proud, happy and smiling down upon them. Harry being a vampire was better than him being dead, hell; Lily had died for her son. Harry surviving obviously meant more than anything else in the world, although he wondered just how Lily and Harry had managed to defeat the Dark Lord. He wasn't the only one - everyone else in the world wondered too.
Harry Potter would remain dead to the world, no doubt the Ministry already knew. No doubt the magical book at the Ministry told them as much. The magical book, there was only two in existence, one in the Ministry and one in the Headmaster's office. They couldn't be tampered with, or at least that was the theory anyway. Each time a magical child died, the book would glow and ping softly. No doubt that was how Dumbledore had found out about Harry, he had no idea he had an illegal 'monitoring' spell on him. It didn't just make sure Harry didn't die, it recorded his magic and how high the magic was. No doubt he was probably overjoyed by the amount of accidental magic Harry displayed. Apparating onto the school roof had made the instrument whistling loudly.
Suddenly Severus heard whimpering coming from the spare room, he sighed sadly, the potion wasn't working. The venom must have just evaporated it or burned it out; it was disappointing to say the least. He got up and entered the room, Harry lay there twitching, his face screwed up in pain. . Severus could see that the main changes had already begun taken place. He knew that it would be a long night; he climbed into bed and took Harry into his arms. He tried to soothe the boy, knowing that there was little else he could do. At least he wasn't suffering alone, and most likely he wouldn't remember come morning. He couldn't remember much of his own turning, just that he had been in agony. Eventually the whimpering quietened down and without meaning to, Severus fell asleep Harry curled up next to him.
Harry began screaming during the night, pulling Severus out of his sleep. He tried to get out of Severus' hold, but Severus just closed his eyes and held him tighter. He was thankful for the silencing charms which prevented his colleagues from running down to the dungeons to demand what he was doing to the child. This was probably the worst part of the turning; he knew soon that Harry's heart would stop beating. When that happened the pain wouldn't be so bad, he couldn't wait until then. Keeping Harry immobile, he tried to soothe the screaming vampire.
His colleagues knew he was a vampire. Some pitied him, others hated him. Many were afraid of him while a few did not care whether or not he was a vampire. This select group comprised Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, and the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, who was confident he could defend himself if need be.
Finally, after two long hours, the changes were almost complete, and Harry had quietened down. Severus shakily left to get a Dreamless Sleep potion, telling himself, he would never do that again. Never would he create another vampire, it had been hard enough watching Harry go through it. His hands trembled slightly as he gave Harry the potion and gently stroked the small throat to help him swallow. Now that the venom was completely in Harry's system it should work. He could still take dreamless sleeping potion, when Harry relaxed Severus almost slumped over in relief.
He straightened the bedclothes and tucked Harry in. Harry had always been underweight, but now he no longer weighed anything. His legs were longer and looked more graceful. As Severus had suspected, Harry had undergone changed. His hair was now black, and quite a bit longer, his face was no longer the spitting image of James. Instead his features were more mature, angelic even as he lay there unmoving on the bed. He wouldn't be reminded of his childhood looking at Harry anymore; small subtle changes had made a world of difference on the child.
Once he was sure Harry would be fine, he was about to go to his own bed, but something stopped him. Perhaps it was because he didn't want Harry to go through his alone, or because he felt guilty. Either way he slipped back into the bed, holding Harry close once more, insisting it was just to make sure Harry would be fine in the morning. Not that Harry would be wakening up, it usually took a few days to recover, and they needed blood the majority of that time. Sleep wouldn't come to Severus, he kept thinking on Harry's memories. They were anything but happy memories. No one had known who the boy was. No one had even known he was there, as he had never been allowed outside. He had been forced to do all the household chores. He had been given scant food, no toys but many bruises. That was until he was five, then things got a little better he had attended school. He got more to eat, his lunches at school, but it had changed nothing else. He still got bruises, still got hardly any food from the Dursley's and still did all the chores. Nobody noticed him walking home; doing chores it was as if Harry had been a ghost, completely invisible.
In an uncharacteristic display of emotion, Severus held the child close and kissed his brow. His lips quirked upwards in a slight smile as Harry leaned in to the affectionate gesture. He made a silent vow to look after the boy and help him. He would show him how to be a vampire, how to use his magic and how to be a child. Nobody would bother about a boy in his care; as long as they didn't find out that it was Harry Potter. That would be chaos, but, that was stupid worries - they couldn't possibly find out. He would show Harry he wasn't a freak, wasn't invisible, was lovable, and should be loved.
Eventually, Severus managed to fall asleep, content with his plan of action.
I loved the story too much to keep it the way it was! it needed fixing so what do you think? much better or just the same in your opinion? R&R
