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During Detention
As soon as Umbridge announced the end of their detention, the two quickly stood and made a beeline for the door with the redhead in front. Harry was eager to get out of the room and fast but the vampire in front of him suddenly stopped on his track and slowly turned to the ugly woman. "You are aware that the Dorm President will hear of this?"
"Heading out right away to tattle to your leader?" the woman spat back.
"I'm no tattler. But you should be aware that nothing escapes Kaname-sama." With that the redhead opened the door and stepped out of the room with Harry in tow.
Harry cradled his bleeding hand as soon as they were out of Umbridge's office wondering if he should tell anyone about said punishment. He felt a slight movement to his right and remembered that he is not alone. He quickly hid his bleeding hand fumbled for his wand in his pocket. He raised his head to meet hungry blue gray eyes.
Harry's blood ran cold for the second time that night. The redhead seemed intent on looking through his soul and Harry saw him lift his hand to reach out for him. Harry stood frozen and transfixed to the beautiful eyes of the creature in front of him. And then the devil spoke.
"Aren't you going to take it?"
It took a moment for Harry to realize that the vampire's extended arm was holding something. "Huh, what?" was his dump reply.
The redhead's smooth forehead creased to form a frown possibly contemplating if the proclaimed Boy-Who-Leaved is slightly daft. "Wrap this around your bleeding hand. Or would you rather I lick your blood of you?" He said in husky voice.
Harry realized that his brain is not working properly tonight. A normal wizard would have pulled out his wand and throw curses at this creature and take the opportunity to run off. His eyes shifted to the vampire's extended hand and found that he was offering him a handkerchief. Although slightly put off to accept the offer, he realized that he'd choose the first option that the vampire has given him. He took the offered hanky and wrapped it around his hand but his eyes remained transfixed on the vampire before him.
"Had I been of lower class you would have been an easy prey." The vampire then turned around but Harry could see the shiver that the vampire is trying to keep under control. The redhead walked a few steps with one hand pressed against the wall as if for support. Then he stopped and leaned on the wall while scrambling for his pockets.
Hating to see another person suffer, Harry forgo all common sense and walked hurriedly to the vampire.
"Are you alright?"
"It's fine. I'm just thirsty." In spite his thirst and the shivers, Harry could tell that the vampire is still in control. His voice in spite being husky, betrays a bored tone as if this is a common occurrence and nothing of importance.
The redhead took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and opened it quickly. He pulled out at least five tablets and stuffed them to his mouth. Harry can see that the shivering subsided and the vampire is able to stand on his own without having a need to seek support from the walls.
"I was right. You are an idiot. Easy prey." He then smirked and walked ahead.
Indignant, Harry followed the redhead but still kept a good distance between them.
"I'm not an idiot. I just realized that you won't attack me."
The redhead turned to him with one eyebrow raised. "What made you think that? You were about to wet your pants."
Furious, Harry walked a bit closer to the vampire. "I just know. If you want to attack me, you would have done it as soon as we were out the room with my hand still bleeding. Plus I figured that you won't do anything to harm the alliance. You could have done it too in Umbridge's office. She bloody wouldn't mind at all."
"I can still attack you now."The vampire retorted back amused.
Harry doesn't like where the conversation is headed so he switched to a different subject. Plus, he'd like to know more about their kind. "Those are blood tablets, right? They control your urges to drink?"
"No. It's just a cheap imitation of the real thing. But it sustains us."
"How did you get in detention? Wasn't your president in charge of punishing you?"
The vampire cocked his head to the side and said in a bored tone, "It's a long story. In actuality, it was with another professor that I had a rift with, but that woman came in insisting that such affairs should be handled by someone from the ministry due to the alliance. Kaname-sama is away in a meeting. Your Magic Minister had requested it. Yuuki-sama's too inexperienced to do such things in his place so that frog woman took advantage of the situation. I'm sure that you'll learn the story from your friends soon." The vampire said with his back towards him and his hands in his pockets.
They've turned a corner and Harry wondered where the Night Class Dorm is as they seem to be headed to the same direction. A little way from the corner between two suits of armour, Harry spotted a girl with blonde hair tied in pigtails. Like most of her kind, she was beautiful with a very angelic face.
"How's your detention?" She said in a soft voice but laced with boredom.
"You were worried." Said Shiki's equally bored tone but Harry could sense the playfulness underneath the surface.
The girl seemed to bristle a bit and glared pointedly at the redhead, clearly annoyed and irritated. "I just came to feed you 'cause you're pathetically useless when no one's taking care of you." She said with a huff and at a very snobbish fashion while munching on a stick coated with chocolate from a box labeled Pocky.
The redhead stood infront of the girl and leaned down to catch one pocky stick from her fingers and munched on it. Harry felt like he's watching one gooey teen flick. So this is possibly his girlfriend. What with their eyes locked together like that. Unbeknownst to Harry, it was a look of annoyance that Rima is throwing at Shiki. At least that's what she thinks.
Harry was about the get a move on but remembered to ask one final question.
"Which professor did you have a problem with?"
The redhead straightened up to take the girl's elbow and both walked to a different direction. Harry thought he was about to ignore him, but the vampire took a moment to give him his answer. "The one with the greasy hair and big nose…"
Flashback:
It was during the afternoon. Two Vampires were wandering the halls. Both with blank faces that are difficult to fathom. Shiki and Rima were simply exploring the grounds. It would not hurt to map out the place with their memory. The other vampires are doing it as well. They came upon the class with the Seventh Year Gryffindors waiting in the dungeons for their potions class. All eyes fell on them and gave a wide birth as they pass. The door suddenly opened while they were passing right in front of it.
Snape leered at them and mocked them. Snape was a bit annoyed that he can't get any reactions from them. Both simply exchanged glaces at each other. Neither spoke while the girl simply shrugged and walked away. Snape made a grab towards the girl, furious to be ignored flat out. This garnered a reaction from the male vampire as he leaped towards Snape with an agility of a cat.
In a matter of seconds, the red head leaped on his desk. A few students cried in fear on what the vampire is about to do while others are too shocked to make a sound. Snape, being a soldier that he is, quickly pulled out his wand from his robe, however, he was half a second too late. He turned to his left and was stunned to see the cold blue eyes of his attacker several centimeters from his face.
The boy was crouched down on his desk like a wild cat scrutinizing a prey. For a second, the potion master feared for his life. Until…
"What big nose you have, professor." The boy cocked his head to the left then slowly to the right. His forehead frowned and his eyes narrowed. Like a child observing a bug.
It appears that Snape was too shocked to find a retort or to even understand what the redhead had said.
"It is quite amazing. Does it make breathing easier?" A few people snorted while holding in laughter.
And to add insult to the wound, the red head flatly exclaimed, "Amazing!"
The boy stood up on the desk, leaped off and gracefully landed on his feet.
Snape finally found his voice and was already sputtering. "I..I..You! Preposterous! Y-You!"
"I simply commented on how amazing your nose is." The boy cocked his head to the side. With a face with no emotion shown, he lazily continued. "Are you not satisfied with it? You should be happy with what you got. You wouldn't know when a big nose will come in handy."
Snape continued to sputter indignantly. He was down-right insulted. Never in the history of his teaching in Hogwarts had a student insulted him up front. And this child was saying it as if he was simply stating a very boring fact and is oblivious of the effect of his words.
"Well, if you are really dissatisfied with it, I could recommend you to some plastic surgeons I know to fix it…My mom can even pull some strings so that they would give you a discount."
Snape finally composed himself and tried to make a retort. "I would presume that you got your good looks from undergoing expensive, painful surgeries that muggles spend their money on. I did not know that even vampires would undergo such extremes to be pretty. "
The boy shrugged, and said, "No… vampires are born perfect."
That's when Umbridge came in and gave him the detention. Snape may have loved to do the honour of giving him punishment but the woman insisted that such an affair should be handled by someone from the ministry.
"You mean Snape?" asked Harry.
"Perhaps…" The redhead shrugged.
"His name is Professor Severus Snape, Senri." The blonde girl finally joined in the conversation. "You should at least know the name of the professor who hates you."
"Does he hate me now? I haven't noticed." The blonde rolled her eyes.
"Just a piece of advice, Potter. Beware of that toad. She seems hell bent on trying to put you in danger"
"Err...thanks." And with that, Harry thought it best to take his leave.
Cornelius Fudge had always believed himself to be a man who can handle any dignitaries, any politician, any noble, any half breed, even any muggles out there. Even the airy and haughty Lucious Malfoy speaks to him with respect. Atleast, when talking in front of him or making a request. Perhaps, the only person who has ever intimated him and made him fear about his position was Dumbledore. The old man has a way to make you do whatever he wants without giving back anything in return. Not information or favour or any clue. The old man has a way of making you feel responsible for everything wrong out there, thus, he is not entitled to share any secrets that he might know. Perhaps, a few senile crackpot advices but Cornelius Fudge has no need for those.
However, this man in front of him, the epitome of everything noble, shakes him to his very core. It's not the words he speak. The man is all peachy and polite. It's not his looks. The man is every centimeter handsome. It's not his eyes. They appear to be kind. Perhaps it's his race—perhaps it's his vampire ancestry. The purest of the purebloods.
He was surprised when he received a letter offering peace from the vampire council. Although many of them have mingled among humans, they rarely reveal themselves. Perhaps, only to feed on some poor bloke's blood. But those who have gone rogue have been severely punished by the Vampire Hunters Organization and their own Nobility. Even when Dolores had proposed her anti-half-breed law, the vampire faction has not made a move to set their foot down. Their governing body seems unconcerned about the lowly vampires lurking in England. So why should they make contact with the Ministry of Magic now?
The entire wizarding world has gone on frenzy when the peace offering an alliance was declared. Merlin's beard! He has received many howlers from concerned citizens and many of them were especially charmed to make sure that they will reach him. Even the Ministry was on uproar.
But things took an abrupt change when this man made his speech. Kaname Kuran.
"You seem to be very deep in thought, Prime Minister." The silky voice interrupted his musings.
"Oh, do forgive me. I'm sure you understand that I do have a lot to juggle in my mind. What with being prime minister and all that." He coughed up nervously.
"Yes. It was gracious of you to invite me over for tea. I am under the assumption that we are to discuss the specifics of the alliance. I believe everything has been made clear from my recent speech. Is there something that you'd like to clarify…or add? I assure that you that I have enough power to accommodate any request. As long as they are within reasons."
"Yes. The one that you have you promised me in private."
"Ofcourse. It shall be done." The man smiled.
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