Warning: Not beta read. English is not my first language. Mild Language. JKRowling and WB full credit. This story is 3 Ch. Not Slash but bordering on it. Snapes a vampire turns Harry. Sirius & AD mentioned. Cliques ensue.

Taste

By Tracev

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Severus Snape hurled himself to the ground, as he hit the forest floor a cloud of dust rose up around him. A jolt of spell hailed passed his head. More screams in the distance, several witches and wizards ran past. A burnt crisp smell hung in the night's air. He needed this short reprise

Coughing, he lay panting on the ground gasping for air. His wand arm out in front of him clasped tightly to his only protection, his wand. Snape sighed, he just needed to lie here a moment. He just needed a moment to re-gather himself and his thoughts. He could hear the screams around him, the cries of spells, hexes, charms…Torture, pain, panic. It was all the same. More witches and wizards ran past him. Whether they thought him dead or they just didn't care, Severus Snape himself didn't care as long as he could lay there a moment longer in silence.

But the battle of Voldemorts followers continued around him. Good versus evil.

Snape raised his head, night had fallen around him. Strange shadows cast from the trees, a scarce trace of moon light filter through the tree branches. It added nothing to the forest ground, except to cast more shadows.



The smell of burning trees wafted through the air. More explosion, the crackle of fires in the distance. Trees falling into one another. More traces of moonlight became available through the newly opened spaces. Snape pulled himself to his knees. A flash of green light burst behind him. He ducked on impulse, 'damn it' he muttered. He turned back around, ready to head back to the game being played. Something was ahead of him on the ground, someone was moving, he squinting his eyes further into the forest. 




A shiver ran down his spine, instinctually he pulled his cloak around him, though he truly was not cold. Owls flew overhead. Snape narrowed his eyes again, daring them to see further than humanly possible. He wasn't quite sure what it was ahead of him. He sat straight up, he forced his mind to go blank, for his vision to focus. It was a body, a person bent over another on the ground. 


Snape slowly got to his feet, dusting himself off, another wave of explosion followed. He jerk again on instinct, mad at himself for his human reactions Snape growled deeply and stomped his foot once. He stood taller, head held high he strode forward toward the figures on the ground. The battle continuing around him. As he came closer he weaved through the far side of the trees so the figure wouldn't be able to spot him, so that he had protection, cover and a method of escape.


Another growl escaped as he saw that it was Sirius Black leaning over a slumped figure in his arms. Snape stopped and turned to leave, he certainly didn't want to come in to Black's line of vision.


"Snape?"


Severus Snape stopped, god, he snapped bitterly. He thought of running but something in the mans voice begged him to turn around. 


"What is it Black?" he shifted feet looking up at the trees high above him. 


Sirius hugged the body to his chest and turned so that Snape could see Harry Potter in his arms. Blood trickled down the boy's chin, a paleness had settled over the boy's face, he was near death. Snapes eyes did not shift from that trickle of blood on the boy's chin. He licked his lips hungrily. He breathed in heavily, his senses searching for confirmation…blood. Fresh. Warm. 


Sirius looked from Snape back to godson in his arms. Sirius rocked Harry back to his chest, the boy whimpered once in pain. Snape was suddenly kneeling next to him, a lustful mad look in his eyes thought Sirius didn't notice this. Snape fluttered a bony hand over the boy's form. He could see clearly now the other patches of scrapes on the child's arm, tares in the boys clothes. He inhaled deeply, the smell of blood was engulfing, intoxicating. His eyes darted back to the boys chin, the small pool of blood growing. The light tint of red became deeper. The teardrop of blood dangled from Potters chin begging to be touch, to flow freely. Snape nervously touched the boys chin, he touched the drop of blood tenderly as if it was some lost treasure. 


Snape shook with fear, the blood on his fingertips, it was so translucent he could see the swirl of his fingerprints through it. Just a taste it had been so long since he had had a taste, human blood, innocence blood. A lowly growl escaped him as he sucked his fingers into his mouth. Desire. The taste...it was what chocolate was to others, he 


shut his eyes savoring the sweet metallic taste. A slight whimper of pleasure burst from Snape. 


He was lost in another world of pleasure and drunk with the love of his thirst that had been repressed from human blood for too long. Professor Snape was lost to wanton desires when the cry of stupefy hit him. 


TBC


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