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Authors Note: Sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy and please review. Sorry for the shortness.

-Chapter Eight-

Harry had been halfway bored as the vampires discussed the best way to get as far as Hogsmeade. First it was concluded that they wouldn't be able to reach the little town just by walking and brooms were out of the question as the Death Eaters surely were watching out for those. Then they realised that they couldn't buy a car as the Muggles would recognise them from the news.

 "Well, since you're branded as thieves and murderers already, why don't you just steal a car?" Tiaret looked around the table at the rest of them.

 "Normally I wouldn't even consider such a thing, but right now it seems like the only thing we can do." Valda said. "That is if none of you have a better idea?" she added looking hopefully at the rest of them. "Right, I guess it's back to the steal-the-car idea. Anyone know anything about cars?"

 "I do," Harry spoke up. "My godfather instructed me a bit in the summer holidays while I was at school. He had a flying motorbike."

 "Great, then you'll be the one to jump-start the car, or whatever it's called," Ignatus said. "The rest of us will be creating a diversion so that no one notices."

 "Someone should go with Potter to make sure he doesn't blow himself up." Snape glared at Harry from his chair. The glare however wasn't as deadly as before, and other emotions that the Gryffindor couldn't decipher were thrown into the mix.

 "Thank you for volunteering for the job, Severus." Snape gaped at the female vampire, but shut his mouth when she glared at him.

The rest of the night was used to plan the operation out better, and to create a couple of backup plans if something went wrong. They decided to put it into action the next night.

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Harry yawned, Snape rolled his eyes beside him. They were walking through one of New York's darker neighbourhoods looking for a somewhat decent car to steal. Valda and Ignatus were following them, flying over their heads or jumping from roof to roof.

 "How about that one?" Harry pointed to a black car decorated with orange flames. If Snape declined to steal this car, he was going to the Muggle police to give himself in. It'd be better than walking around with a grumpy vampire, and it was also a much faster way to get to Malfoy sr.

Snape considered the car. "Looks good enough. Ready?"

 "As ready as I will be." Harry watched as the two Old Vampires landed on the other side of the street and began using their telepathic abilities. Soon they were surrounded with drug-dealers, murderers, thieves and other general bad people. They were playing a very rich couple who had get lost, trusting on the greedy nature of these humans.

Harry quickly picked the lock on the door to the car, a trick he had learned from Fred and George Weasley and which had helped him out several times before. Snape was standing guard over him, making sure that no one noticed them.

After the door of the car was open Harry crept in and started to search for the wires under the dashboard. He found them and searched for the right two to connect.

 "What's taking so bloody long Potter?" the vampire hissed. "I'm getting several weird and suspicious looks. Hurry up!"

 "I'm working as fast as I can. What's the worst that could happen?"

 "There's a group of Malfoy's fledglings here."

 "Yeah, I guess that is quite ba-"

 "Potter, this is no time for jokes. There really are a group of Malfoy's fledglings here, and we were just discovered."

Harry looked up and through the window on the other side of the car. Sure enough a group of ten vampires was moving quickly towards them. Ignatus and Valda couldn't help them as they still were surrounded by a crowd of people.

 "Oh shit."

 "No shit Sherlock. Move in Potter!" Harry scrambled to the passenger seat and Snape got in. "Start this damned Muggle contraption Potter!" Harry quickly bound the two wires he still held together, and the car started.

 "Since when did you know how to drive?!" Harry yelled as Snape backed straight into the attacking group of vampires. Needless to say that some of them ended up doing one hell of an impression of a pancake.

 "I don't!"

 "WHAT?!" Harry stared at the vampire.

 "I've always been told that I should learn how to drive. How the hell does this thing go forwards?!"

 "Pull that thing right there!" Harry jumped as a vampire tried to claw his way through the window on his side. His hand went into a pocket and he drew out his wand. the next second he had charmed the car to burn any vampire trying to attack them.

The victory was short lived as the Potion Master suddenly turned the car in a sharp u-turn, and he was thrown against the door.

 "Be careful!"

 "Alright, if you want to die be my guest!" the Slytherin replied. "Besides, it looks like Ade's future husband and Valda need some help." The two Old Vampires were being attacked by the group of vampires, the humans had been scared off.

 "Vampire bowling! Tiaret would've loved this!" Harry looked around for the seatbelt, but found none. 'Oh. Shit.'

The car shot forwards and straight through the vampire flock. Valda managed to jump onto the roof of the car, but Ignatus was that lucky. He had jumped and grabbed a hold of Vlada's outstretched hand when two fledglings had attacked him. One of them ended up in flames, but the other was soon backed up by the rest of the gang, and the female vampire couldn't burn them all in fear of hurting Ignatus.

Harry watched the scene through the mirror. His eyes met with the Old Vampires for a second, and he realised what the blonde vampire was about to do. Snape seemed to have understood it too, but he didn't turn the car around. The only thing that indicated that he wasn't happy with the situation was that the pale, long-fingered hands tightened around the steering-wheel.

Suddenly Ignatus let go of Valda's hand. The Scandinavian vampires shriek could've frozen even Voldemort's blood to ice. The Potion Master was as silent as the grave, and Harry shook his head. He had learned long ago that in war casualties happened and there was nothing he could do about it. He was worried about how Tiaret was going to take this; and he was worried about Ignatus.

 'Gods above, what have we gotten ourselves into this time?'

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Tiaret stared at him as though he was mad.

 "Harry, there must be some mistake," she said. "Ignatus can't be captured… he just can't!"

 "Ti-"

 "No! You're lying! He isn't dead!"

 "I never said he was dead, just that he was captured. He is a strong vampire Ti, he'll pull through."

 "You're lying." The woman whispered in a broken voice before she ran out of the living room and into her bedroom.

Harry sighed and sat down on the couch, his face in his hands.

 "That went rather well, don't you think?" Connor stood on the other side of the room.

 "Oh, go play on the highway." Harry muttered, he wasn't in the mood to fight the overgrown worm with an attitude problem.

 "Creative insult, young Slayer, but I'm not here to fight with you." The Old Vampire walked over to Harry and sat down beside him. "What I want to talk to you about is Severus Snape."

 "What's the greasy git done this time?" the dark-haired Slayer didn't look up.

 "Nothing. I want to talk about the Blood Bond between the two of you." Connor studied the young mortal man. "He really likes you, you know."

 "Yeah, right, and the war will be over when I snap my fingers." Harry snapped his fingers and nothing happened. "See?"

 "You're just as stubborn as he is! Can't you two just admit it that you're Bonded and spare us all lots of worrying and trouble."

 "As you said: we're stubborn." Harry looked up. "You're wasting your time Connor. Even if the two of us liked each other, others would like the Bond."

 "As if they could've done something about it." Connor scoffed. "And since when have you cared about what others think? Both of you love the other deep down; and god help me, if it takes me an eternity to get you to see that, I'll do it!" the vampire stood up. "Do you love him?"

 "Yes- What?! NO!" Harry glared at the paranoid vampire, but he was gone. 'Shitshitshitshit!'

And the weird thing was, Connor hadn't acted like an overly paranoid Mad-Eye Moody right then. Funny. 

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There, finally another chapter done! Sorry for the long wait on this and the other stories, but I'm swamped with homework. Please review and tell me what you think. Yes, I love vamps; and no, I haven't read those books. Are they good?

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