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A/N: Thanks to Emma Lipardi for making me get off my duff and finish this chapter! Enjoy!

Severus stalked into his rooms; his anger billowing about him like a large cape. If it wasn't for the fact that he was rather fond of the portrait guarding his rooms, he would have simply barged right through it. Cowering in front of his master be damned, Severus had had enough. It was time to have a chat with the esteemed Erasmus.

Severus walked through the opening as the portrait swung to let him inside, barely ducking his head in time to miss the bottom of the portrait. He would get to the bottom of this mess once and for all. Once he was in his rooms, he looked around. Erasmus was no where to be found. How intriguing…and rather droll.

"Master Erasmus!" He yelled, not caring if he hurt the elder vampire's ears or not. The elder vampire deserved a bit of discomfort for making such a mess of things. This would teach him to leave the elder vampire in charge. He never imagined that things would become worse than they already had been before he left.

After some loud bumps and crashes in the room opposite the door, the elder vampire stumbled into the sitting area. How Erasmus had managed to survive the centuries at times was news to Severus. The man simply was about as graceful as a bull in a china shop, except, of course, when the elder vampire really put on the charm. It was then that one had no choice but to bow down to the master vampire. But for the moment, Severus really didn't care. Erasmus had much to answer for.

"You rang, Severus?" Erasmus asked facetiously.

Severus could hardly hold himself in check. How could the elder vampire crack jokes at a time like this? Would there ever be a time when the old coot would take him seriously? Somehow, he managed to keep control of his blossoming temper, knowing that the elder vampire could easily cause him harm before he could even step forward.

"I want to know one thing, master, just one thing. Why did you try to kill the Potter boy?"

Erasmus scratched his chin for a moment, tapped his temple, then looked into Severus' eyes. "Why, Severus, I do not believe I ever tried to kill the Potter child. Where did you get your information?"

Severus counted to ten. "I was told of the incident by the Potter boy himself."

Erasmus seemed to be even more puzzled. "But Severus, I didn't try to kill him. I simply tried to give him my essence; give him my gift. But as it was, the boy was somehow...for lack of a better word, allergic to my blood."

Now it was Severus' turn to be puzzled. "How in Merlin's beard would he be allergic to your blood? That is preposterous!"

Erasmus tutted at Severus. "Ah, child. You forget...nothing is ever black and white. I gave the boy my blood, and he reacted violently to it. His body seeped blood for days… I cannot count the amount of quicksilver potion I have had to brew…It was almost as if his body was more advanced than my blood. I truly do not know the answer, Severus. I suspect that the only reason he became a vampire in the first place was that he truly was dying when you found him. What that boy is, I truly do not know. But I do know that he is not simply a vampire, otherwise, my blood would not have had such an effect on him."

Severus rolled his eyes. "Are you telling me that after all of these years you were actually wrong about something? I remember you telling me that there is nothing that will stop a vampire's blood from taking over a human system."

Erasmus laughed at Severus. "Severus, you are forgetting one very real fact, it seems that young Mr. Potter was never truly human to begin with. Or rather, he is somewhat human, but perhaps a subspecies; something that I have not seen in a long while."

Severus eyed his master with disdain. "And what is that, pray tell?"

"A true immortal."

Harry crept through the Forbidden forest, taking careful steps to avoid anyone noticing his tracks. All he could think of was that it was a shame that he did not know how to apparate yet. After a moment, he paused. Sometimes, even he couldn't believe how dense he was. He was now a vampire. To hell with wizarding law! Vampires can appear and disappear at will. Hopefully, there would be a way to luck into it.

Harry ran until he was completely out of breath. He finally stopped underneath a large oak tree that seemed as if it had lived in the forest for over a millennia. He looked around, and slumped down amidst the overgrown roots of the tree. It was now or never.

He closed his eyes and thought hard. "Take me away from here. Far away. Somewhere I can't be found." The forest seemed to still, but Harry kept his eyes closed. Suddenly, it was as if his body was simply pulled into a vortex. Suddenly, it felt as if his behind landed on a hard stone floor. Harry opened his eyes and looked around. The room was old, made completely of hard worn stone. The walls seemed to dance with layers upon layers of cobwebs.

He had no idea where he was. At least it had worked, but now, maybe he was in a bigger mess than he had ever anticipated. He got up from the floor and walked around the room, there was a large cobweb covered staircase in the center of the room, but beyond that, nothing. Harry turned and looked up to the top of the staircase. There, staring down at him from a portrait was the coldest set of eyes that Harry had ever seen. They seemed to pierce through him in an instant. It took him a moment, and suddenly, it dawned on him why the portrait seemed familiar. The face staring down at him was the face of Master Erasmus, when the elder vampire actually seemed young.

The portrait glared for a moment more, then simply readjusted itself inside the frame.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my home?" The portrait demanded.

Harry looked around, a trifle scared. "Um, sir, I know the real you."

The portrait sniffed the air haughtily. "The real me? I think for someone so young, you are quite foolish. I am simply a part of what you call "the real me." The part I wished to leave behind years ago. My body has not set foot inside these walls for over 400 years."

Harry started to sweat from the nervousness that began to fill his belly. "How do I get out of here?" He asked the portrait.

"Hmm, I've never faced that problem before…I suppose you will have to wait until my body returns."

Harry looked at the portrait in horror. "When will that be?"

The portrait began to laugh. "Why, my boy, it may be for an eternity."