Severus Snape crumpled on a chair in his chambers; his body pulsed in enthusiasm, and his heart pumped the Potter boy's blood through his veins. He felt nourished, and his body became stronger, much stronger. He recalled the taste of Potter's blood in his mouth and shut his eyes. He savored every moment of the blood-sucking, Potter's blood had more magic in it than any vampire could have dreamt of. He opened his eyes in shock at what he was thinking. He raised his arms and slammed his fists on the desk before him. The desk broke in two, and wooden shards flew everywhere. He looked at his hands, flawless. He couldn't believe what he had done, Lily would never forgive him. He shivered at the mere thought of Lily knowing of what happened to her son, and more shivers ran up his spine when he thought of what her reaction would be.
His thoughts trailed back to when he was just fifteen, when he was walking back to his home in Spinner's End. His palms were sweaty, his weak arms were heavy, and the trunk he carried added on the weight. He was furious at his father for not coming to pick him up from King's Cross; his mother was at work and couldn't reach him in time. He had to take Muggle transportation, and he hated getting in touch with his father, let alone all those Muggles.
He heard a low hiss behind him, then a moan. Suddenly a clawed hand landed brusquely on his shoulder and pulled him backwards. Snape fell on his back; his head collided with the ground painfully. He looked around in horror and saw a dark figure bow upon him. A flash from a nearby street-light, made the man's face visible. His open mouth bared two long fangs, his face was white as Snape's bed sheets, and perhaps even whiter since his bed sheets were not cleaned that regularly. The man's cheekbones were covered by an almost transparent skin, his eyes were pure red- a sign for a vampire who hasn't fed for weeks, possibly dying- his grey hair was tousled. Great, Snape thought bitterly, his heart beating like mad, a hungry vampire attacking me when I am banned from using any magic. Snape struggled viciously but the weakened vampire was still more powerful than a human, much less a boy.
The vampire wrenched Snape's neck to the side and eagerly lowered his fangs to Snape's jugular; he pierced his neck vigorously, causing Snape to shriek in agonizing pain, the fangs were too long and they were fully impaled in his skin. He whelped more as the famished vampire sucked vast amounts of blood in short draws. He could hear the vampire moan in satisfaction as he sucked more blood. The vampire, fulfilled, straightened and moved away from Snape. Severus put his hand to his neck and felt blood pour freely from two wide deep holes in his flesh. He sat up gingerly and swiveled his head in the direction of where the vampire headed and saw him on the ground, convulsing in pain. Snape, in spite of the pain that seared through his body, smirked at the vampire, knowing that he was now reaping the fruits of what he did. An old wizarding law was passed and approved by vampires, werewolves and magical folk alike, stating that no vampire or werewolf is allowed to turn a wizard or a witch on any occasion and under any circumstances. To ensure the law was followed, a spell was laid in the Department of Mysteries which results in instant death of any vampire or werewolf whoever dare to taste magical blood. As for Muggles the wizards and witches in the Wizengamot were still arguing about whether a similar spell should be laid for them, mainly because the spell took so much energy and resources that the Ministry couldn't afford spending twice. The vampire stopped convulsing, blood all over his face; the creature was motionless, dead. Snape smirked, but put his hand to his neck as the pain engulfed him and he slipped into unconsciousness.
Snape shook off the memory, reminiscing on the times were Lily would talk him into accepting it, he kept blocking her away. Indeed, Lily knew of his state and, upon seeing her pleas to accept himself, helped him concoct the potion. He looked at his palms again, not believing what has occurred in the past fifteen minutes. The Potter boy was moved to Dumbledore's office and Snape was asked to wait in his chambers. He could wait no more, he stood up and leapt out of the room, heading for the Headmaster's office.
Harry Potter sat in Dumbledore's office, his face whiter than the Headmaster's beard. He gripped the armchair so hard his knuckles whitened.
"Just let me get the whole picture, here," he said shakily. "I am supposed to act as this…never happened?"
"I have never hinted such…" Dumbledore started but was interrupted.
"You just said that I must not speak of this…to anyone," Harry said, his voice becoming increasingly loud. "You have no right telling me to…"
Dumbledore raised his hand, silencing Harry immediately. "I have reasons, Harry." He spoke quietly; his voice was sad, indeed. "What took place tonight was unfortunate, heartrending and so brutal for one as young as you are. Yet, you must realize that it was not all under his control. Severus was unable to be in command of any of his actions tonight. In any case, the blame that he feels now is probably destroying him on the inside."
"Blame! Ha!" Harry said, hammering his fist on the Headmaster's desk. A large crack appeared on the surface of the smooth wood. Harry looked at his hands in bewilderment. He lowered his head, concealing his face.
Dumbledore looked sympathetically at him, his heart gripped by the gravity of the situation; it was a horrible time for both Severus and Harry.
"Harry, my boy, you must realize that I am trying my best to…" Dumbledore became instantly mute as Harry raised his head, his features were… Vampiric. His eyes were the brightest shade of blue, the skin of his nose wrinkled, long fangs erupted from his open mouth and his nails grew alarmingly, becoming harder, stronger. "Oh, dear…" was all Dumbledore could muster before Harry leapt from his chair and landed on the old man's chest, causing both to topple to the ground. Harry's face neared Dumbledore's neck and lowered his long fangs towards the Headmaster. Dumbledore didn't fear for his life, yet he didn't want Harry taking a life, which would lead him unto a path of evil, shredding his soul in the process. Dumbledore couldn't reach his wand, Harry pinned him down with amazing strength. Dumbledore shut his eyes as he felt the boy's breath on his neck. A sound of a crash vibrated through the circular office, then Dumbledore heard Severus' voice shouting the incantation "Carpe retractum!" Harry was pulled from above him straight away, but collided with the opposite wall.
"Severus, how could you?" Dumbledore asked groggily his head hurting. He moved his sight to Snape, whom stood at the door, his wand lifted high.
"What? You'd rather I left him?" Snape said coldly. "Besides, a Vampire like Potter will be able to endure such a fling, now, wouldn't he?" His features darkened more and lowered his head.
Dumbledore switched his eyes back to where Harry hit the wall, but he wasn't there. Snape let out a sigh and waved his wand, suddenly Harry dropped to the ground, moaning in pain.
"First thing I did was hang from a ceiling," Snape explained, approaching the Potter boy and removing a vial filled with the purple potion. "Drink, Potter."
He forced it to Harry's lips, who gulped it down enthusiastically. The potion quenched his blood thirst. Snape watched in disgust as Potter consumed the potion in lust. He looked away remembering his first time drinking the potion.
Snape stood up and muttered shakily. "I must leave, you'll see to it that he drinks the potion twice a week with a maximum of three days interval between each time." Dumbledore nodded and Snape headed to the door, gave one last look at Potter, who looked like a ghost. Snape exited in a furious pace. Dumbledore smiled ever so sadly, he knew where Severus was headed and could only hope for him the best of lucks.
Snape reached the threshold of the Dark Forest, he shut his eyes and transformed. He opened them, bright yellow. His hair lengthened a bit, fangs grew and so did his nails, which transformed into grey claws. Opening his mouth wide, he let out a silent cry.
Minutes later, he heard flapping of wings and there he was, Marcus Corvinus, descending before him. Snape wrinkled his nose in hatred.
"You called, Severus?" he asked sinisterly, and his face broke into a smile. "I see you've made up your mind."
"Y-y-yes, I have."
"Wonderful, what is your answer, then?" He spoke softly.
"I have agreed to join your coven," Snape said. "But, in return I'll have my humanity and Potter his."
Marcus laughed. "Of course, Lily's son," he explained as he saw the look on Snape's face. "As the First, I can delve into the mind of my Vampires, not even your Occlumency will block me."
Snape was silent for a minute, then something sparked in his mind. "What of the Dark Lord? How will I explain the time I spend around your coven?"
"Oh, the Dark Lord will be taken care of." Marcus smiled wider. "Meanwhile, you are familiar with the whereabouts of my coven, aren't you?"
"Of course." Snape had made a small research about the subject, and found the Coven's exact location in London, a new location taken by Marcus, himself.
"You should be there in four hours," Marcus said in a commanding tone. "There's a meeting."
"You've gathered…others?"
"Yes, although none of them are... magical, as you are." He stressed on the word 'magical' in a way that frightened Snape greatly. "Meanwhile, you'd do well to hone your skills…you'll be all tested."
"Tested?"
"Just an adequacy test," Marcus whispered. "To make sure you're all ready."
"Ready for…?" Snape inquired, his mind almost exploding from the sheer pressure he felt on his shoulders. He was responsible for changing Harry's life, Lily's son's life.
"You'll know everything soon enough."
With that Marcus stretched his wings and pulled his body into the skies, wings beating rhythmically.
Snape walked into the forbidden section of the school library, his wand held in front of him, leading him. The wand quivered to the right and pointed at a shelf of books. He headed over there and found a large book with the title of "Vampires and Werewolves, a fact list".
He summoned it and set it on a nearby desk. He whispered a few words and the book opened by itself, the pages fluttered and a far page by the end of the book came to rest on top of the others. It was titled "Magical Vampires and Werewolves". He set the tip of his wand onto the page and whispered another set of words, the wand tip moved downwards and reached a line that said: Although Vampires and Werewolves are prohibited from turning any wizard or witch, some exceptions were also liable to happen such as the case of The Duke, an infamous Vampire who before his siring, was a well-known wizard. Upon his transformation, his magical powers were enhanced to a threatening degree, his Vampiric strengths were improved as well. It is believed that his magic and Vampirism formed a mutual bond amongst each other, resulting in the improvement of both. Further research was not possible due to The Duke's disapproval and the rareness of similar cases, yet it is believed that in the case of a Werewolf who had magic flowing through his veins prior to the siring, his powers will be enhanced greatly , even rivaling that of the First himself. Although The Duke has not threatened the magical world, the number of allies he has gathered was frightening. His whereabouts were kept unknown for a number of years and though it has been believed that he has been killed in a raid by Werewolves on his mansion, no evidence of a corpse were found leading to the belief that he is still alive probably somewhere in Greece…
Snape stopped reading and looked at the book's back cover, it was published in 1782.
That Duke is probably dead and rotten by now, he thought. But something else haunted his mind: his abilities. He had never tested them, never knew to which extent his powers had grown or weakened over the years. He wondered whether he could really rival the skills of the First, of Marcus. He shoved his hair back and headed out of the library, towards the Room Of Requirement, with one thought in mind….Training.
Remus Lupin stood in front of the might of William Corvinus. The First Werewolf had an uncanny air of command around him, apart from the fact that he was the strongest and largest Werewolf, that is.
"So, will you join me, Remus?" William asked hypnotically, Remus' legs almost buckling under him. "Are you ready to make the choice? You will be able to control it Remus, every bit of it…no more hiding at full moons…You can even have a normal life with Tonks."
Remus shivered at the mention of her, he didn't ask William of how he knew of her. He didn't care anymore, he wanted out. He hated his life and if he could control the transformation, then why not run a few errands for William?
If I could control it I'd be of great help to the Order, he thought silently.
"I agree," Remus said. "I will join you, on condition you fill your end of the bargain."
"Of course," William said, his deep voice reverberating through the woods they met in, a forest close to Grimmauld Place.
AN: I'd like to thank Abbie and Chris for reviewing so far…I know this isn't much of a chapter, I just wanted to straighten things out…next chapter should be up in two weeks and this one will be more action-filled…Anyways again I thank my Beta reader, Naycit W. for doing a bit of magic on the chapters. BTW wish me luck for my Term Exams! They start next week.
