Amar

by Avliss

Disclaimer: ...if i owned HP...then Harry would surely be gay. As it is, Harry isn't gay, and therefore, i do not own HP.

Chapter Three: Bat man's figuring things out

Snape stared, unable to comprehend how this little, bruised boy who was cowering in the corner of this filthy cupboard could be Harry Potter, how this frightened child could be James Potter's son.

The boy lay curled in the corner, shivering and it was evident by the wet streaks on his face that he'd been crying. He had a faded, dirty blue blanket wrapped around his impossibly small frame, and Severus could see that his cloths were in the same state: dirty, ragged and dreadfully large, hanging off the boy's skinny body.

A dark bruise covered the lower right half of the child's face, and Snape could see more around the boy's neck and wrists.

"Hello sir. Um…Are you a Vampire?"

Blinking rapidly, Severus looked into the boy's sparkling emerald eyes (so much like hers) and had to think a moment, before the boy's question caught up with him.

"A…Vampire? Why would I be a Vampire, child?"

Harry shifted, and pursed his lips in thought, staring intently up at the Potions Master, and Snape was hard pressed to fight off a small smile.

"Well," Harry began, hesitantly. "You're really very pale, and you've got looong fingers and you're wearing a big black cloak."

Snape blinked.

"Do you have fangs too? Can I see them?" Harry was almost bouncing up and down in excitement. Then he paused, apparently thinking.

"Are you a Freak too?"

Severus was speechless. All coherent, logical, Slytherin thinking flew out the window with that one question.

He knelt down in front of the small boy, who shifted back, and eyed Snape with wary eyes.

"And why," Snape began, staring directly into Harry's large, soulful eyes. "Would I be a Freak?"


Harry blinked at the tall scary man (who very well could be a vampire). The man looked shocked, staring at Harry with wide eyes. Harry shifted.

He didn't like it when people stared at him. Usually there was some form of hurt afterwards.

But for some reason…he didn't think this Bat man would hurt him.

"A…Vampire? Why would I be a Vampire, child?"

Harry was surprised. Were you supposed to know if you were a vampire? Then again, Harry thought, he hadn't known he was a Freak until he was three years old, so maybe this man didn't know yet.

"Well," Harry began, hesitantly. "You're really very pale, and you've got looong fingers and you're wearing a big black cloak."

The Bat man blinked, still staring at Harry.

"Do you have fangs too? Can I see them?" Harry was almost bouncing up and down in excitement. Wow! A real live…er, dead vampire is visiting me in my cupboard!

Then he paused, a new thought entering his brain. He hesitated, then boldly asked, "Are you a Freak too?"

If possible, the Bat man looked even more shocked, and Harry automatically flinched, wondering if he'd gone to far.

Bat man knelt slowly down in front of Harry, who eyed his hands warily (it was always the hands who brought the hurt first, never the feet).

"And why," Bat man said, staring into Harry's eyes, "Would I be a Freak?"