Damn I'm sorry for the long delay. But here is chapter 12. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, I have a new web site. YAY! I have two fanfic challenges up there, if you want to check it out, go to my bio page. Unfortunately I can't find my FrontPage disk (I just got a new computer) so I don't know how long it will take me to get everything up there. Anywho… I hope you enjoy this next segment…

Harry Potter and the Pissed Off P.M.

Chapter 12:

Floating, Glowing Orb of Doom

          "Send Remus my love, Harry." Professor Dumbledore smiled at the young Auror.

          "I wish you could come with me." Harry smiled shyly.

          "As do I, as do I. However, I must wait for Severus's return. That man has a habit of making me worry."

          "I know what you mean." Harry mumbled. "If he comes back before I do, will you owl me? Let me know if he is alright."

          The Headmaster smiled, showing Harry out of his office. "I will."

          Harry made his way out into the grounds of Hogwarts. It was truly a gorgeous day. The sky a clear blue. Flowers in all colors, sprouted in patches across the grounds. The smell in the air seemed to enhance the sights that attacked Harry, as he walked towards the whomping willow.

          Underneath the old tree was a passage only few knew how to get to, Harry being one of them. He followed the long empty corridor and eventually came up to a stairwell that led into a house.

          Stepping away from the trap door, Harry looked around the shrieking shack. It was the same as it was when he first meat Sirius. The thought stung his eyes as he remembered his third year with Lupin and his Godfather.

          Clearing his head, he made his way to the back yard of the old house. The yard was the only place that was kept up. Everyone who came by would do their part to keep the yard looking peaceful.

          Today Harry was going to plant lavender around the base of the only tree in the yard. Slowly he walked to Remus's place under the tree. "Hey, Remus." He greeted sadly, touching the top of the cold headstone. It just read Remus J. Lupin. Nothing else, no date just a name.

          In the battle that almost destroyed Hogsmeade, about a year and a half ago, Lupin's body was never found. Harry wasn't in that battle, because he was still training but he was told that if they did find his body it was unlikely that they would recognize him. It was like that for many families.

***

          Severus watched as the Dark Lord took his seat in front of his Death Eaters. Even though Voldemort's eyes were ripped out, the blood-soaked bandages still gave him the appearance of eyes. It made Severus cringe every time he looked at the dark red circles.

          Today in the Death Eater meeting, the Dark One wanted to know about any potential recruits. The potions master felt comfortably safe that his name would not be called. After all, he only works around children and Voldemort would prefer them to have their education before joining his ranks. 'The less you have to teach them.' The Dark One would always say as he gave a pained look at Crabb and Gole.

          The meeting was boring as far as Death Eater meets go. It wasn't until half way through that something happened. The large solid oak doors swung open as Peter Pettigrew walked in with Voldemort's pet, Nagini slithering besides him. "My lord." Peter dropped to one knee as Nagini went to his master's side.

          "You have brought me good news, Nagini?" The Dark Lord hissed.

          Severus caught the words of the Dark One. He silently thanked Harry for his ring as he ease dropped on Voldemort.

          "Everything went well, master." The snake hissed back.

          Every Death Eater shivered as their lord laughed. "It seems," He addressed his followers. "That wormtail has brought me very good news from America. I now have a dark race under my mercy."

          Even though no one knew what he was talking about, they cheered anyways. None of them wanted to be on the receiving end of Voldemort's wand. Blind or not, he still could kill with a deadly accuracy.

***

          After Harry left the shrieking shack, he went to work… behind a desk. Harry was the leader of a special defiance team that (to Harry) seemed to only set around and drink coffee. They were never sent out and it irritated him.

          "What will it be, Mister Potter?" Jason asked as Harry walked by and into his own office.

          "The usual." After setting, taking a sip of his chocolate milk (he was never big on coffee), looking through the tall pile of paper work on his desk, he sighed. Five minutes later Harry could hear yelling beyond his door. Sighing once more, he stood and got half way to his door before it flew open.

          "You can't go in there!" One of the members of Harry's team yelled at none other then Draco Malfoy. The yelling comrade turned to Harry. "Sir, he can't come in here!" Draco rolled his eyes, waiting for the idiot to stop yelling.

          "And why can't he Andrew?" Asked Harry.

          "Sir," Andrew saluted, turning his back on Draco. "He's family are known as Voldemort's biggest financial supporters."

          Harry looked pasted Andrew and smirked as Draco just shrugged. "I trust this Malfoy with my life. Now—"

          "Sir!" Andrew interrupted. "You are aware of the minister's orders."

          "Unlike you, Andrew." Harry hissed dangerously. "I am aware of many things. I would also be aware if my pants were on fire."

          Andrew's face turned to perplexed and then realization as he ran out of the office with his pants a flame. Draco smirked as he put his wand away and Harry busted in to laughter. "That was brilliant." Harry whipped tears from his eyes as he closed his door. "Now Draco, what brings you here?"

          Draco stood in the middle of the room and saluted. "I'm here to report, sir." What nobody knew was that Harry had a little spy of his own. Harry sat in his chair and told Malfoy to do the same, but he remained standing.

          "Voldemort has been experimenting." Draco went on. "He has been researching a lot of dark creatures. Vampires, trolls, gargoyles, werewolves, and even centaurs."

          "How did you find this out?" Harry asked.

          "Because Voldemort his blind, he keeps my father close to him. Last night my father was unavailable so I had to read some research material to him." Draco sighed. "He won't say much around me. My devotion to him is still questioned. But what ever it is he's doing it's got to be no less then ground breaking."

          "Thank you, Malfoy." Harry leaned back in his chair trying to put some of the puzzle pieces together.

          "You look like shit, Potter." Draco teased. "Let me buy us lunch." Harry looked up as Draco smiled. "It's either we have lunch or the money goes to Voldemort."

          "Alright. Alright."

***

          Cynnus and Sirius stumbled into the kitchen after they tried to brake down the door. After he helped Sirius to a seat, Cynnus sniffed around the large kitchen.  "They have everything a growing man could want." Cynnus opened the pantry doors and took a look inside the large refrigerator. "Oh, beer!" Turning around he faced Sirius. "What would you like, love?"

          "Something light." He said holding his stomach.

          "Sandwiches it is then."

Cynnus watched as Sirius ate his food and chuckled as Black's face flushed. "You're just cuter when you do that."

          "Would you stop that?!"

          "What?" Leered the Snape.

          "You're watching me eat." Sirius whined. "It's disturbing watching you watching your food, eat food."

          Cynnus's grin dropped. "I would never consider you food." Sirius just grew redder as the young Snape grinned again. "You're too tasty to be just food."

          After that comment, Sirius just ate faster. "Slow down, love. You'll make yourself sick. By the looks of you, you've been living on just scraps." Cynnus stated.

          Black quickly put his hand to his mouth, trying to keep his food down. It didn't work to well. He retreated to the closest corner, losing all he just ate. "Please." He whined. "Don't remind me. I don't wan to thin about it just yet."

          "All right, love." Cynnus cooed as he walked to the refrigerator. Picking up a bottle of orange juice, he took it to Sirius. "Here love, drink this." He uncapped the bottle and handed it to Black.

          He drank it slowly. One sip at a time. Sirius really didn't want it, but it helped his stomach and made Cynnus smile down at him. Slowly he stood, using the wall for support. "I'm ready to get out of here."

          Wrapping his arms around Sirius middle, Cynnus pulled him to his body, helping Black keep his balance. They traveled like that, through the maze-like halls. The fort reminded them much of Hogwarts. You could go down one-way, turn around and would be in a different corridor. This, more then anything else, was pissing Cynnus off and that made Black laugh.

          Along one long corridor, Snape stopped abruptly and had a look of a predator who just found its pray.

          "What is it?" Sirius asked, snapping Cynnus out of his state.

          "The smell in the air, it's so thick." He mumbled. "I need more, Sirius. I do not think I can stay this way much longer. We need to find some poor bastard." All of this said in a dead tone as the vampire stared off down the dark hall.

          "Is there some down the way? Is that what you smell?" Sirius asked and got a faint nod. "Then that's where we go."

          The closer to the end of the hall, the stronger the smell got. It was driving Cynnus mad. At the end of the dark hall was a door. As Cynnus opened it, Sirius tore away and was off in the corner again.

          The thick smell of rotting flesh assaulted their noses. Beyond the door were a staircase leading up and five bodies that looked like they could have been men. "Their throats are completely torn." Cynnus mumbled as he inspected the bodies. "There are large gashes and claw marks all over them. What could have happened?"

          "Let's just keep going." Black said from his corner. "Please."

          Cynnus helped Sirius to stand again and they walked (avoiding the bodies) up the stairs. Through the many halls ahead, they came upon more carnage. Cynnus had to stay clear of a hall or room if the smell was too much for even him. "Let's rest up ahead. Shall we, love?"

          Sirius weekly nodded, feeling as though he was going to pass out. In all of his years, he has never seen anything so horrible and Cynnus would agree with him. What they saw was nothing but senseless slaughter.

          They went into a dimly lit room. Sirius didn't notice anything different, but Cynnus did. It smelled different in here; he could not place what it was. That was until they heard a soft moan. "Who's there?" Sirius spoke into the shadows. They were answered by another moan.

          "Who ever it is is only just alive." Cynnus whispered to Black.

          Black turned to look at the younger Snape. "Is it a Death Eater?"

          Cynnus shrugged, grabbing a candle. He walked over to the shadowed corner of the room, being careful were he steeped. There was blood everywhere and not just blood. Parts that the young Snape did not even want to begin to identify.

          As the light of the candle reviled more horrors, so did it revile a body; nude and covered in what looked like all the horrors they saw in the halls. The nude man moaned once again. "I don't think he's a Death Eater." Cynnus said.

          Getting down to his knees, Cynnus found that the man had not a scratch on him. "Will he survive?" Sirius asked from the front of the room.

          "If I don't take his blood, he will." Cynnus looked up at Black. Sirius knew what the vampire was planning and he knew that Cynnus wanted his approval before he went on. Weekly Black nodded and turned away, not wanting to see the vampire feed.

          After a moment of hesitation Cynnus stated, "I can't take his blood."

          Black's head whipped around. "Why not?"

          "He's not human." The young Snape took a closer look at the nude man in front of him. There was a small black stone tied around his long pale neck. His sandy brown-gray hair and beard was caked in blood. However, it was when the man weekly opened his eyes that Cynnus knew what he was. "Shh. It's alright." He said, stroking the person's cheek. "Sirius," Cynnus looked up to Black. "This man is a werewolf."

          "What!" Black, despite how week he was, jetted over to the fallen man. At first, he didn't see anything, but when he pictured the man with out his beard and his hair shorter… He gasped. "Remus!"

          Before the vampire could question, the door to the room swung open reviling a Death Eater who looked like he's seen better days. "Ah, it's you, Pretty boy." The Death Eater stumbled into the room, holding his bleeding side.

          Snarling Cynnus lunged at the Death Eater who was too weak to hold him self up. With the extra weight, they both went to the floor, Cynnus on top of the dieing man. Sirius has never seen a vampire feed before. During his school days he was told it was an act of domination. It was an act of lust, the lust for the only thing a vampire craves must, blood.

Until this moment Sirius never understood what those words meant. Now he knew and he was thankful that he didn't get the same treatment as the Death Eater was. He was seeing vampires in a new light. They were survivors. Not the blood lusting, murdering, soulless beings that he's D.A.D.A teacher told him about.

Cynnus wasn't a dark evil creature with no soul. He cries, laughs, he would comfort anyone who ever needed it. This vampire was better then most men Sirius has ever met. It was then that Sirius had the sudden urge to go up to his old teacher and smack him.

A low moan tore his attention away from the vampire. Bending down next to the werewolf, Sirius brushed some blood of Remus's pale cheek. "We're going to get you out of here, mate. We're going to take you home and give you a nice warm bath."

          "Take… it… off…." Remus moaned, rolling his head in the direction of Sirius voice. Remus could barley lift his arm to point to the black stone tied around his neck.

          As Black went to tear off the tie around his friend's neck, a hand on his shoulder made him jump making him forget about the necklace. "We can't take it off." Cynnus said giving Sirius's shoulder a squeeze. "I don't know what it is and I'm sure you don't either. I would rather we figure out what it does before we started taking it off of him."

          Sirius nodded. "But we need to get him out of here quick. And at the pace we're going, I fear that I'll lose him."

          "Not to worry love." Cynnus said pulling a long dark wand out of his robe. "That bastard had my wand." He spat at the now dead Death Eater. "We'll find our way out quicker."