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Author Note: Here's chapter three. I hope you like it and please review.

-Chapter Three-

Harry sighed. Snape could be so annoying at times, and most of those times it was without reason. They were standing on a street-corner a couple of houses away from their hotel, watching everyone who passed. They had no idea if their contact was male or female, heck they had no idea if the person was going to contact them at all! They had been in India for four days now, and still no sight or sound from him or her. Snape was getting grumpier with every minute that passed, and Harry himself was beginning to loose patience with the whole thing. They had decided that if the person hadn't contacted at least one of them within a week of their arrival, they would consider this a dead end and start all over again.

Harry looked at his clock. It was late and it was getting quite dark. There were less and less people out and about, and lights were going out in houses. The two of them should really get back to the hotel if they wanted to live to see the dawn.

 "The guy's not coming." Snape said.

 "My thoughts exactly. Lets get back to the hotel." Surprisingly the vampire didn't object, and the two of them set off. They hadn't taken more than three steps before Snape stopped dead in his tracks. "What?" Harry asked. The vampires unnatural sense of hearing was something that he wasn't going to doubt.

 "Do you understand Indian?"

 "Most of it, why?"

Instead of replying in English, Snape began to talk in Indian, repeating what he was hearing somewhere in the distance. Harry had a bit of a hard time in the beginning to keep up, but managed to translate most of it. After a while the immortal turned to him, raising a questioning eyebrow.

 "Well, what did you get out of it?" the man asked impatiently after a while in silence.

 "Calm down, I'm still trying to piece it together." Harry replied. "Alright, I think I've got it translated," he said after a while. "Something about Khali, some Minister-assassinations and someone getting kidnapped, for meddling in their case. That's it." There was a silence between the two of them. "You don't think they meant us do you?"

 "How should I know Potter? Unfortunately I can't read anyone's mind, or our work would've been much, much easier. Come to think of it, back in LA while you were glued to the screen of that Muggle contraption, I heard something about Fudge and some other politicians getting assassinated." Snape replied.

Harry didn't have time to say anything else. Before either of them knew what was going on, they were bound and gagged and not a second later unconscious.

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Harry groaned. His head felt like it was filled with dots of cotton, not a nice feeling. It hurt too for some strange reason. Come to think of it, he didn't even remember going to bed. Had that blasted immortal calling himself Severus Snape killed him or drunk his blood or something? Harry hoped with all his being that he hadn't, it would be too dangerous. Instead of getting panic, he decided to try to remember what had happened last night. That is, if it had happened last night. Okay, Snape and him were standing on a street-corner, waiting for the contact, and had headed back to the hotel after a while of waiting. Then that accursed vampire had heard something, they had stopped, and… Harry's eyes shot open. They had been attacked by a group of people. But how had he missed them sneaking up on them? Or better said, how had the immortal failed to notice them? Something was definitely wrong with the picture.

 "Finally deciding to rejoin the conscious world Potter?" the voice was still biting, but had lost most of its sharp edge.

Harry sat up and discovered himself on the floor in a round stone-room. He looked up and down the walls. There was no sign of a door, only a couple of windows high up, out of their reach even if he stood on Snape's shoulders, and neither of them weren't exactly the smallest people in the world. The light through the windows indicated that the sun was setting.

Harry looked around the room again. Snape was sitting in a corner of the room, right opposite him, and to tell the truth the man looked down right pathetic. His arms around his knees, he wasn't beaten or anything, neither were his clothes torn, but he was shivering slightly, red drops of sweat running down his face even if the temperature was comfortable. The vampire was also much paler than before, his eyes seemed to have sunken in, and he was definitely thinner than the last time Harry had seen him. The eyes completed the picture. Instead of the normal blackness, the pupils had gotten small silver streaks and spots that disappeared and reappeared as if they were in some kind of void.

 'So he's that kind of vampire.' Harry thought. 'The bloodlust must be kicking in right about now. I wonder…' he stopped looking at the vampire and looked around again. "How much blood do you need to blast the wall out of the way?"

 "Don't know why you care, Potter, but it'll take almost all the amount of a grown man if I'm right." Snape replied. He was shaking badly by now. "Not that I'll ever munch on your neck, I'd rather die first."          

 "As if I'd ever let you come near me, vampire. What happened anyway? Why didn't you pick up on them?" Harry growled.

 "Hell if I know Potter," Snape replied venomously, a hard task as he was shaking. "Where in heavens name were the instincts you Slayers are so proud of when we needed them?"

 "The same place as your vampire-instincts I'd bet, they must've done something to us somehow. Only if I knew what exactly." Harry replied. He tried desperately to keep his annoyance and fear in check. He wasn't too fond of small closed places – they reminded him too much of the cupboard that had been his world for eleven years – and this place they were at wasn't bigger than six meters in diameter.

Before either of them could say anything else, two people appeared out of thin air. Both of them seemed to wear some kind of strange robes that reminded Harry a lot of monk-clothes. One of them however was also wearing a golden, rather thick necklace and he was also carrying some clothes. Snape didn't even try to get up knowing that he was fighting a loosing battle with his bloodlust. He would die if he didn't get some blood, and soon.

 "How nice of you to wake finally wake up," the one with the golden chain said. "It was about time too, the ritual that will take place in a couple of hours needs some sacrifices. Now, you will be wearing these for that," the man, whoever he was, handed Harry two white robes with golden patterns, "we can't have those common clothes taint our pure house and give the younger members unclean thoughts."

 "Hold it there Quasimodo, who exactly is getting sacrificed?" Harry asked refusing to take the robes or whatever they were.

 "You two are, snake!" the one without the golden chain replied hotly. "And don't you dare to speak to his Eminence like that!"

 "Hey calm down buddy," Harry said, "I was just curious."

 "We will be back when the moon is high on the skies, and you two better have the ceremonial clothes on by that time or you will not get the honour of being sacrificed to the great Kali." The one with the golden chain said, put down the robes and both of the monks disappeared.

 "Great work Potter." Snape said sarcastically. "I think you pissed them off."

 "At least it made them go away, and it gave us more time." Harry looked at the vampire, then out the window high above him. The full moon shone through it, illuminating the room in a mystical light. Harry made up his mind right then and there. "So tell me Snape," he began in a conversational tone. "Why did you become a Death Eater in the first place? Did you want the power of just to kiss Riddles ass?"

 "Potter," the vampire growled warningly. The silver streaks becoming permanent.

 "Tell me, how did it taste?" Harry continued ignoring the other man, and ignoring his Slayer-instincts that had gone haywire.

 "I'm warning you."

 "You know, I've always wondered why you called yourselves 'the Death Eaters'. Were you cannibals or something?" he cast a look behind him. Snape's eyes had gone completely silver, a sure sign that the bloodlust was taking over. Harry turned his back on the vampire, even if it went against everything he had learned. "Did you enjoy licking Riddles boots and then being put under the Cruciatus because the Dark Idiot wasn't satis-" Harry didn't get longer as two sharp fangs penetrated his neck.

Harry strived to keep his hands at his side, his nails making angry, crescent shaped marks in his palm. Only once had he done this before, and he hadn't been eager to repeat it. The pain was almost unbearable. He could feel his blood getting sucked out of him. He hated doing this, but it was necessary.

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Severus had spent most of the time in the cell wondering how they had managed to get captured, and where in heavens name were they? Then Potter had woken up, and everything had gone from bad to worse. Those two monks, or whatever they were, didn't expect him to really wear white? Come on, even Severus himself knew that the colour didn't fit him – and the vampire didn't even care that much about clothing. As long as it was black, he was happy.

He was dragged out of his thoughts by Potter. The brat had just mentioned 'Riddles ass' and 'kiss' in the same sentence, a mental image that Severus could happily live without. But the little idiot didn't stop there, he continued insulting Severus in a manner that could only be expected from a Slytherin. Severus had tried to warn the Slayer, who had ignored everything. And now Severus was sucking the life from the younger man, and he was loving every minute of it.

After a while two things dawned on the vampire. One: Potter wasn't fighting him, and the second thing was that the brat was still alive, breathing normally still standing there without any help from Severus himself. The blood was still flowing lively, and didn't seem like it would stop anytime in the close future.

Severus forced himself to stop drinking and tore away from Potter. The young man opposite him seemed out of breath, but that was all.

 'The little idiot!' Severus thought angrily. 'He baited me into it. I could've killed him…Or could I?' the last thought scared him slightly while at the same time it nagged him. No one had endless amount of blood in his or her body, not even wizards and witches who had more blood than common Muggles. He could feel his strength returning, his powers were back and he felt much better than when he had been drinking from any of his other victims. Potter was leaning on the stone wall for support, eyes closed and breathing fast. The two little holes that Severus' fangs had made were still there, what surprised the ex-Potion Master was that the blood that was flowing from the wounds wasn't normal. It was red alright, but it had some king of golden and silver glow to it. And as Severus watched, the wounds closed on their own accord just like a vampires would, and Potter looked up at him. "That was a very stupid thing you did Potter," the vampire growled.

 "It got your strength back, didn't it?" the Gryffindor replied, then grinned. "Think you could get us out of here now? We do have a mission to finish, and I dare say that we have made progress."

 "You've spent too much time with Albus when you were at school Potter," Severus replied, "and I'm not going to ask you what you mean by 'progress'. However I agree that it's time to get out of here, I personally don't fancy being sacrificed to some crazy god or other."

 "That's the spirit." Potter said cheerfully. The young man was acting as though Severus minutes earlier hadn't had his teeth buried deep in his neck. 

 'Definitely too much time with Dumbledore.' The vampire thought. 'Why do I always get paired with the crazy ones?' he sighed and began to knock on the wall every few feet then listened after a change in the sound of it. Nothing happened the first few times – Potter thankfully was keeping quiet apparently realising what Severus was up to – but then on his fifth try Severus found the spot. The sound was hollow, as if there was a corridor behind the wall. He smirked triumphantly. This was bound to get interesting. "Potter, I've found it. And even better, there are some of those crazy monks on the other side." The other man perked up, a devious smirk appearing on his face. Severus swore that the brat belonged in Slytherin looking like that.

 "Why don't we go and say hi to them?" Potter asked.

 "The smartest thing you've said ever since you woke up." Severus replied, noting that the two of them for once were actually agreeing on something and not arguing. He filed the information away for later, got ready, and pushed the wall as hard as he could. At first nothing happened, but soon the stone began to shake, cracks appeared and in the end it broke down showering Severus, who stumbled forward, in sand and dust. Potter strolled out after him, a dangerous twinkle in his eyes.

The few monks stared at them in disbelief for a few seconds, then began to run here and there in panic trying to get a way. Both Severus and Potter attacked the monks at the same time. the fight didn't last long and soon ever monk who had been in the corridor was bound, gagged and unconscious.

 "That was easy." Potter commented.

 "You spoke too soon Slayer." Severus replied, and a second later the young man could also hear the tramping of dozens of heavy feet coming towards them.

 "I should've known," the young man said. "Got any idea as to how to get out of here?"

 "Through the window in the cell."

 "It might work for you vampire, but I don't have your ability to jump that high."

 "You won't have to Potter, I'll just bring you with me."

 "Yeah, right, as if I'd ever trust you with that." Potter sneered.

 "It's either that or being sacrificed to some god, your choice." Severus headed back through the hole in the wall. The running footsteps came closer for every second, and he'd be damned if Potter got him killed. The brat could do whatever he wished with his own life, but Severus was getting out of this place.

 "Snape, wait!" Potter yelled. "Being sacrificed is not on my to-do list. Neither is being dropped from great height."

The immortal just rolled his eyes and sighed. Potter could annoy the hell out of him without even trying. The young man was standing next to Severus keeping an eye at the hole in the wall watching their backs. With unnatural speed the vampire hooked an arm around the Slayer, looked up at the window and willed himself to be there. There was a gush of wind and the two of them were on the small, thin windowsill. Potter blinked once, looked down at the floor then at Severus. He was clearly surprised. Severus didn't take much notice of it, he was busy looking out the window at the desert that went on and on and on and on.

 "Shit!" the vampire turned after the sound. Down on the ground the little army, if you could call it that, was glaring up at them. They were also throwing stones, knives and anything else at them. Potter had a gash on his arm, but the wound was already healing. The younger man raised his hand and a fireball appeared out of seemingly nowhere, then he threw it at the people below. "Jump," he said, "that won't keep them for long." Severus decided that right now wasn't the best time to figure out just how long the fireball could keep those soldiers busy, so he jumped. They landed nicely, though Potter staggered a bit, and Severus let go of the Slayer. "That's the last time I do something like that." Potter growled and looked around.

 "We can't walk out of here Potter," Severus said as the brat headed in one direction. "Hell, we don't even know where we are."

 "We're in a desert."

 "Thank you for pointing out the obvious, but do you know what desert?"

 "No, but I can easily figure that out. Now however, what I want to do is get as far away from that tower as possible." Severus had to agree, not that he would ever admit that to Potter.

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Harry stopped. They had been wandering in the desert for hours, right ahead the sun was dawning. It was time to get the hell out of this desert. The vampire stopped beside him.

 "So what's the plan?"

 "We apparate."

 "I thought you said that the Indian Ministry of Magic has spells against that?"

 "You really think that we're still in India?" Harry asked.

 "If not in India, then where?"

 "We're in the Takla Makan desert." Harry replied. "It's way west in China."

 "And how did you find that out?" Snape asked sceptically.

 "A simple wand-less Location spell."

 "I'm surprised that you had the brains to cast one."

 "I didn't see you do anything about it." Harry retorted. "Let's apparate back to good old America."

 "For once Potter, I agree," the vampire growled. "Tell that to anyone, and you're dead within the blink of an eye."

 "I highly doubt that." Harry replied mysteriously and was gone with a pop.

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 "Home sweet home!" Harry exclaimed as he appeared right outside the door to his apartment.

Snape appeared a second later, looking grumpy for some reason or other.

 "Why didn't you tell me to apparate straight here?" the vampire growled. "Hadn't it been for the fact that I heard you up here, I would've had to climb all those stairs again – a thing that is not on my to-do list."

Harry just rolled his eyes and put his hand on the doorknob. The hand glowed golden for a second and the door opened. Harry entered, picked up the post that had arrived while he was gone, and continued into the living room leaving it up to Snape to close the door.

 'Bill, bill, bill, letter from Minerva, bill, bill, bill – where in heavens name do those come from – bill, postcard from Ron, paper.' In the end Harry dropped the whole thing on the table in the living room and went into the kitchen to get something to drink. He hated walking through deserts for two reasons. It was boring and you became very thirsty after a while.

 "Potter, come and take a look at this." Snape yelled from the living room. Harry put down his empty glass and walked out again. The vampire just pointed at the TV-screen. It was the news.

 "Minister Tai-Li Wang from China was found dead in his office today. He was poisoned and in the same sitting position as the other four. Once again there are no traces of struggle or anyone else in the room. Police however have two suspects." Harry's eyes widened as a picture of him and Snape appeared on the screen. "These two men were seen going in and coming out of the five murdered Ministers offices. Severus Snape is well-known in the underground as the Poison Master. Harry Potter is known a known mercenary, and both of the men are highly dangerous. The FBI has been after them for years now, but every time the two of them get away. Agent McNair said that the two of them have been working together for years, and it seems as though they can read each others thoughts. The two men are also charged for several thieveries of priceless artefacts, and-" Harry turned the TV off.

 "This whole situation just got worse."

 "No shit, we're officially marked as well known terrorists." Snape replied. Strangely both of them were calm, cool and collected. "Agent McNair huh? Come on, even Longbottom would've thought about changing the name."

Harry had gone over to the answering machine. He pressed a button and Tiaret's voice came from the Muggle contraption.

 "Harry! Where the hell are you? I've been trying to get hold of you for days! If you're listening to this, listen carefully. GET THE HELL OUT OF THAT APARTMENT! You're being watched from every angle possible! You're flamed for murdering not only three Muggle Ministers, but also Fudge, the French Minister of Magic and the Russian one. That Severus Snape seems to be as well known in the Wizarding world as you are. If you are together, then stick together. Vengan tan rapido sea posible, y nosotros veremos que es lo que va a pasar despues. Los introduciremos a Hogwarts si es necesario. Solo salgan de ahi y no se dejen atrapar(1). Take care Lencho." And with a click the message ended.

Neither Harry nor Snape wasted any time. Both of them jumped into action. Harry hurried into his bedroom, opened the closet and pushed the clothes away. In the back there was a tiny Gryffindor lion drawn on the wall, and Harry pushed it. A second later a drawer came out of the wall. Inside there was an old, long box. He quickly grabbed it and ran out again into the living room where Snape was waiting.

 "Where to?" the vampire asked.

 "The Orphanage-and-teenage Centre on the outskirts of town, towards the beach." Harry replied.

 "Open up in there! It's the Police!" the statement was accompanied by vicious bounding on the door.

Harry hurried over the answering machine and deleted every single message, then he and Snape apparated just as the Police broke down the door.

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I hope you like it. I know, it's not as long as to other two, but I'm trying.

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(1) Come here as fast as possible, and we'll see about what's going to happen next. We'll smuggle you to Hogwarts if need be. Just get out of there and don't get caught.

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