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Author Note: Here's chapter four. Hope you like and please review.

-Chapter Four-

Severus appeared again in the middle of some trees in a park, Potter was beside him a second later. The two of them sneaked through the park, Potter first and the vampire following. When they reached the road Potter stopped.

 "Got any great idea as to how to get across the road?" Severus whispered.

 "Yeah, just run across when there's no cars around to run you down." Potter replied sarcastically. "We could apparate hadn't it been for one fact."

 "Which is?"

 "There are apparation wards all over the building. I put them up while I helped them redecorate." The Slayer said.

 "Great."

 "Of course there is the secret tunnel that goes under the road. We could take that one."

 "Where does it end?" Severus asked. "I don't want to get caught because of your stupidity."

 "In the basement of the house. Shouldn't be too difficult to get in." Potter replied quietly.

 "Where is this Miracle Tunnel of yours?"

 "Follow me."

The vampire followed the young Slayer to a bench in the park. There was nothing different nor special with the piece of wood, but Potter seemed to know what he was doing. He put his hand on the back on a drawing of a Chinese dragon, and the bench glowed golden before it swung away along with some of the ground it was standing on. As far as they could see there were steps leading down into the darkness, and not even Severus with his unnaturally sharp sight couldn't see more.

Potter went down without a second thought, then looked up when the vampire didn't follow.

 "Are you coming or not?" the young man asked. "I built the tunnel myself, so its safe."

 "That's what's worrying me, that you built it." Severus replied. He began climbing down the steps, checking every step thoroughly before put his whole weight on it. When he was a couple of steps down the top swung back in place, and nothing could be seen. "Potter, did you have enough brains to put some light down here?"

 "I doubted that you vampires had the ability to control the Elements Snape," came the reply from somewhere in the darkness underneath him. "Prove me wrong vampire." It was a challenge. 

 'The annoying, obnoxious brat has a way for tricking me into things. Just like Dumbledore.' Severus thought as a fireball appeared in his pale hand and illuminated the tunnel. Potter was waiting for him at the bottom, the green eyes acquired a mystical glow when the light from Severus' hand hit them. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Severus asked as he came to the bottom. "Lead the way." He was a bit disappointed to see that the usual glared that scared the hell out of the staff at the HQ's didn't work on Potter who just rolled his eyes and started walking.

It didn't take them more than a few minutes to reach the other side. And yet again there were steps to be climbed. Potter went first and opened the trapdoor then held it open as Severus came through, nearly hitting the vampire when he let go of the door. Severus glared murderously at the Slayer who didn't take notice.

 "Sorry." Potter said in a way that clearly stated that he didn't mean it, and started walking towards the door opposite them.

 'Wonder if anyone would miss him if I killed him?' Severus thought then followed.

Once out in the corridor and after another flight of stairs, the two of them came into the corridor that led to the orphanage's common room. The two of them hid in the shadows and carefully made their way towards the door at the end of the corridor. Happy voices floated out to them through the door, a nurse or child leaving or coming now and then.

Suddenly a black little woman that reminded Severus of Mrs Weasley exited the room and Potter seemed to relax slightly before tensing up again. Just as the woman passed the storeroom where they were hiding, Potter's arms shot out one placed over the woman's mouth and the other quickly dragging her into the room. Severus closed the door after that.

 "Relax Momma Juji, it's me." Potter whispered and at once the woman turned in his grasp and gave him a hug that could rival one of Hagrid's.

 "Oh Harry," she cried. "We've been so worried for you! How could anyone think that you were a mercenary. And that other man, Scary Soup or whatever his name was, I guess that you know him?"

 "Yes I do." Potter turned the little woman towards the vampire. "Momma Juji let me introduce to you Severus Snape. Snape, this is Momma Juji. She's the one who runs this orphanage."

Momma Juji came over to him, grabbed his hand and shook it with more strength than Severus had thought she had in her.

 "Thank you for keeping Harry safe." She said with tears streaming down her face. "I don't know how to repay you."

 "Maybe we could stay here for a while Momma Juji?" the Slayer asked. "At least until we know where to go next."

 "Why of course you can Harry, we owe you so much. It's the least we can do. The kids have missed you, you know. We'll talk about that later, right now you both a re to come with me. You both need a bath, new clothes, food and lots of rest. We'll see what we're going to do with you tomorrow when you're rested. Come along."

Severus looked over to Potter as the woman pushed them out of the room. The young man was smiling and shaking his head fondly at Momma Juji who was still talking and pushing them along.

 "Calm down Momma Juji," Potter said in the end with a laugh. "We aren't children."

 "You certainly act as one at times Harry, now shut up and let me continue with my Mother-Hen mood. Someone's got to spoil you." That only made the young man laugh more.

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 "So there you have it Momma Juji," Harry said. "The guy that wants our heads is an old enemy that was in jail 'till three weeks ago." They were sitting in the orphanages common room; all the children and the other nurses, except them, were asleep.

 "Yes, being former members of the Secret Service must've gotten you two powerful and dangerous enemies." Momma Juji said. "All I'm happy for is that you are here now, that means that you know how to avoid the Police – thank heavens that they aren't too smart – and  that you know how to survive being hunted at. Mr Snape, do you have any plans for where to go now?" she asked turning to the silent, black-clad figure in the shadows.

 "We're going to visit a couple of friends of ours." Snape replied. "It's better that you don't know anything more, it'll only put you and this place in danger."

 "When are you leaving?"

 "As soon as possible, maybe tomorrow night or even tonight." Harry answered the question. "It all depends on what happens next."

 "Are you going to take farewell with the children?"

 "I don't think so Momma Juji," Harry said. "I hate goodbyes more than anything else. It makes me feel as though I'm never going to see you again. And besides, it's better for them not to know that we've been here. It'll only put them in the crossfire. And-"

 "Quiet!" Snape cut him off suddenly. The tall man was on his feet and by the window before you could count to three. "Damn, there already here."

 "The Snakes?"

 "Who else? The Police?"

 "Momma Juji, do you trust me?" Harry asked turning to the woman. She looked surprised and confused by the question, but nodded firmly. "I mean really trust me?"

 "Of course Harry. Why wouldn't I?"

 "Then you'll forgive me this. Obligate!" Harry said sadly, producing a wand seemingly out of nowhere. Then he sat Momma Juji down in the chair and gave her the knitting. The woman took it and happily began to knit. "Lets go Snape."

 "I was thinking about staying, but oh well…" Snape replied in a tone that dripped sarcasm.

 "I only hope that she and the children will be left unhurt." Harry mumbled as he led the vampire through the house and out on the back.

 "They probably will. The Death Eaters can't afford to attract more attention, the thing with giving our pictures to the Smuggle TV station went way beyond what I thought they would do." Snape replied just as quietly. "Do you know where we're going?"

 "Of course I do. We're going to New York, to the east corner of Central Park." With that Harry was gone with a pop. A second later he was surrounded by tall trees, not far away the traffic was going here and there. Snape appeared beside him a second later.

 "Where to now?"

 "We wait." Harry replied.

 "For who and how long?"

 "What's this? Twenty Questions? Relax, and trust me."

 "I'll trust you the day I die."

 "You're already dead."

 "I give up."

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Tiaret Ade was a normal woman, there was no doubt about that. She was as normal as you could get. She had shoulder-long dark-brown hair that was always worn in a ponytail, and coffee-brown eyes that twinkled mischievously. Her face was normal, nothing weird about it, nor was it anything weird about her body. It was a perfectly normal female body, just normal. Her clothes were also normal for that matter. A black T-shirt and dark-blue jeans, plus those white and blue Nike sneakers she was so fond off. Nope nothing wrong at all. Except for the fact that she was pale, the colour of pure white marble. Her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight and attracted quite a few stares as she walked down the street; heading for Central Park.

Most people looked away quickly, thinking she was one of those Goth-people or something. Others kept staring and staring, and didn't even try to hide it. It annoyed her to no end, but there was nothing she could do about it. Ever since that had happened – Harry was as usually involved – she had been paler than a sheet. Harry. The reason she was out tonight and had had to cancel a girl-night with her friends. Typical. That idiot always managed to get into the weirdest of situations, either he wanted it or not. Well, he was also the one that had saved her when that happened.

 'How in heavens name he managed to get the Death Eaters after him when the Commander always tries to keep him away from them, is way beyond me.' Tiaret thought as she waited for the light to turn green so that she could cross. 'And then of course he has to be labelled as a known mercenary and that Severing Snip-whatever-his-name-is gets into trouble with him. And in the end I have to get him out of it. Typical.' She crossed the street along with the other dozen or so people and quickly headed to the east corner of the enormous park. 'He better be there.'

Earlier that day she had gotten a note from him.

'East corner of Central Park. Tonight sometimes after eleven.

Lencho.'

That was all the note had said, and the worst thing was that it had dropped out of thin air and right into her dinner which consisted of a homemade tomato-soup. She had to admit that it was good to hear from him again, at least it meant that he was somewhere safe at the time.

She rounded a corner and after a few steps was standing beside a bench on the east corner of Central Park.

 "Lencho?" she whispered.

 "I'm here." He stepped out of the shadows to her right and at once she hugged him. "Hey easy! Down girl!" she glared, but smiled after while.

 "Nut-headed idiot. It's good to see you again, but sad that it has to be under these circumstances. Have you heard about that Severing Spew-guy?" Tiaret asked as she stepped back from him. Harry laughed for some reason or other.

 "This is getting to be quite the tradition, eh Snape?" he looked over his shoulder and she followed his gaze. And there, in the shadows, stood a vampire. The black eyes bored into her with a force she had never felt before. "Tiered, this is Severus Snape. Snape, this is Tiaret Ade. Now, I trust you both not to fly at each others necks while we're together?"

 "Severs Snipe?" Tiaret asked. "Isn't that the guy that taught you in Potions at Hogwarts?"

 "Yep."

Tiaret walked up to the man in the shadows, and stuck out her hand. A surprised look came over him before the emotionless mask was back in place. He didn't take her hand, so she dropped her own back.

 "I have to thank you for teaching him so well," she said. "Harry's potion-making abilities have saved my life more times than I can count." Now the vampire looked completely surprised and shot a look at Harry. "What?"

 "I'm surprised that Potter actually remembered something from those lessons. And I'm also wondering why he never demonstrated those… skills… in class."

 "Be that as it may," Harry cut in, "I suggest to go back to your apartment Ti, and continue this discussion there."

 "The wisest thing I've heard you say in days Potter." Snape sneered.

 "I agree with the vampire, just wouldn't put it that way." Tiaret said. "Now, I brought two Invisibility cloaks, one for me and one for you Lencho. But now that Snape's here too he can take mine and I'll go without." She stuck her hand into her jeans-pocket and started to search for the two cloaks. She had hundreds of things in her pockets that she had shrunk. "Aha!" she drew out two cloaks, tapped them with her wand and gave them to the two black-haired men. As she gave Harry his cloak she leaned up close. "What's going on here? Why are you paired on this mission with a vampire? Has he drunk from you?"

 "Later Ti, later. Maybe when all of this is done? By then, hopefully, I myself will have all the answers and will be able to give them to you." Harry replied. "Now lead the way."

Tiaret shook her head and started to walk, knowing that the other two would follow on their own accord. She crossed the street again – she hated the black and white stripes, and the fact that you had to wait until the light turned green – and went on towards her own apartment. As usual there were people who stared, or who took her for a Goth and turned away in disgust. And all of this was His fault. Damn vampires.

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 "I'll take the back, you go around to the front." Tiaret whispered, Harry nodded and was off like a shadow before she could blink. How he managed to walk just as silently as the creatures they hunted was anybody's guess.

Tiaret slowly made her way to the backdoor of the old stone-building, tightly clutching her thin, silver sword. She took a deep breath, said a prayer to a God she didn't believe in, and kicked the door open. There was no one there, only Harry who stood in the same position right opposite her.

The two Slayers slowly and warily entered the bare room. There wasn't even a piece of furniture left, just old planks and old glass lying around. It was hard to believe that this house had been inhabited and clean just a couple of months before.

 "I'll go into the basement, you take the floors above. We'll meet here as soon as possible." Harry said quietly and she nodded. "And Ti," she turned to him, "Don't try to take out a dozen vampires on your own; no one is that good."

 "Deal. I'll only attack vampires if there are more than a dozen in one group," she teased. "Relax Lencho. Now lets get going before all the vampires get away." He just rolled his eyes at her and shook his head fondly, then was gone before she could blink. She really hated that ability of his.

Tiaret followed the stairs upstairs, her Slayer senses on maximum alert. There was nothing on the second floor, nor the third one. On the fourth floor she found an old doll, the dolls dress torn and dirty. She took it with her on impulse. Then she continued to search through the floors. Nothing happened until the sixth and last floor. She opened a door, weapon ready, only to stop up and gape.

Looking out the once-boarded window stood a man with skin the colour of the whitest marble. He was tall and thin, wearing a black turtleneck, black jeans, shoes and a black trench-coat. The blonde, almost white, shoulder-long hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, the long, elegant arms crossed at his chest. He was staring out the window at the traffic below looking like a statue, not paying any attention to her.

 'Of all the things I could encounter I had to end up with one of the Old Vampires! Typically my luck.' Tiaret thought. She put her sword away and drew her stake with the golden point. It didn't seem right to kill something as old as this with the normal silver-pointed stake. She drew her arm back and threw it; the stake went out through the window. The vampire was gone. 'Oh shit.' Was all she could think off. If there was a bee in the room, you'd like to know where it was. And especially if it was an angry bee. 'Where is the bloody vampire?' she ventured further into the abandoned room. 'I wish Harry was here. He's good at getting in and out of situations like these. It's his department, not mine. This is not good.'

She took another couple of steps into the room. Still nothing happened, but she didn't relax. Her Slayer senses were working overtime, telling her that the vampire was still close enough to be a threat. She only hopes that Harry hadn't met up with him. Tiaret walked over to the window and stared down at the traffic – 'Just to make sure he isn't hanging there or flying around.' – but there was nothing there either. She sighed, but didn't know if it was in relief or sadness that he was gone. Something drew her to the vampire, and she didn't like the feel of it.

It went faster than anything she had ever experienced in the past. One moment she was holding her sword ready, staring down at the traffic and in the next her sword was stuck in the opposite wall in to the hilt. The vampire stood in front of her, the blue-grey, unnatural eyes boring into her own.

She had no idea how old he might be, but one thing was certain. He was powerful, very powerful and not someone one wanted to have as an enemy. Tiaret gulped and took one step backwards; she couldn't tear her eyes away from his. Just as she was going to turn and run – her pride could go to hell – he attacked and she felt two sharp teeth penetrating the skin on her neck. The force he attacked with sent her backwards and into the wall behind her. one of his long-fingered, elegant hands were surprisingly gently holding her chin, while the other was keeping her body close to his. She couldn't do anything else but beat and claw at his back, but the vampire took no notice. Her mouth was open in a silent scream.

 'Harry you better get your ass up here as fast as possible!' Tiaret thought and suddenly, through the haze that had begun to set over her senses, she heard running footsteps. First up the stairs, then through the corridor coming closer and closer.

 "Hey!" the yell was all the vampire had before Harry attacked. The vampire jumped away from the sword that would've chopped his head off and out the window. Harry turned to Tiaret and helped her up from the floor. "What happened?"

 "It was one of the Old Vampires, and…and…h-he drank from me."

 "Yeah, I can see that. But why did he drink?"

 "Maybe he was hungry?" Tiaret suggested as Harry led her over to her sword, drew it easily out of the wall, and led her out of the room and down the stairs. There was no sign after the vampire.

 "You know that the Old Vampires don't have to feed, they don't need it." Harry replied as he helped her down the last steps out the house.

 "But why then?"

 "Well, I've heard about this happening a couple of times before. But it can't be what I think it is. It's forbidden, and it hasn't happened for a long time and almost no one find one-"

 "Lencho, shut up and tell me what you're babbling about." She cut him off.

 "Alright, but promise me not to freak out; if you do I'll stun you."

 "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

 "I think that the vampire – whoever he was – just Bonded himself to you. I can see you didn't understand that. I'll put it in terms you can understand. He chose you as his wife." There was a long silence between them. Tiaret was paler by the second. "Um, Ti?" Harry asked uncertainly. In the nest second he had a pale, unconscious woman in his arms.

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Tiaret sighed and unlocked the door to her apartment. That had been three years ago now, and she was still fighting the call of the Bond. The Old Vampire – she still didn't know his name – was always following her around, no matter where in the word she went. It was becoming tiring and old. She needed to find a new way to fight the Bond. And what was worse, Harry seemed to have landed in the same situation as she was in.

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