Well, Puh-Schell and I say sorry for the long waiting (is that even English? Long waiting? Well, I hope you understand what I mean), but we've had problems to update during the week. The next chapter is most likely going to be finished net weekend. To Hell with school! Puh had to write every test although she has a broken arm! And then our English teacher even says something bad about the handwriting! Of course it's horrible if you write with the wrong hand!!! God, I HATE THOSE TEACHERS!!!

But enough of that. We want to write a story, don't we? This chapter is going to explain a bit, how, when exactly and why Harry became a vampire.

Severus' head was spinning. If you cut off a telepathic link abrupt and without thinking about the consequences, one, both or every part of the link can have serious problems. The problems vary from a headache to unconsciousness. And damn, Harry knew that! But the boy had to shut it off like that! God, Severus' head hurt.

Severus groaned and let himself fall into the next chair. He noticed the open books on the table, and had to grin inwardly about the titles. It seemed as if Hermione and her team had tried to find out what kind of dagger that was. Or who the Daywalker was, whom Severus spoke about.

Of course, they couldn't have found anything. Nobody knew what Harry had become, even though his friends should have seen all the signs during his last two months at Hogwarts. But did they saw them? No.

They should have seen the signs even before that. They should have begun to notice something was amiss when the boy came back from his' summer holidays after his' fourth year.

He didn't smile as much as he used to do. And when he smiled, it seemed to be false, most of the time.

Of course, Severus didn't notice it instantly. During the boy's first two or three months, he noticed just little things: How the boy ate a bit less than before, how he sometimes seemed to stare into nothing, how he was more contemplative than before.

But did he think much about it? No. Everyone had to grow up sometime and start to think a bit more.

But Dumbledore had told him to watch out for Harry. Because of possible attacks. Even the old, wise wizard hadn't seen what was there all along.

Severus did what he had promised the Headmaster and watched Harry and everyone around him.

Harry's friends were their normal selves: Hermione Granger was learning as much as always, trying to follow the rules and trying to understand everything that came her way.

A child, trying to be an adult.

Ron Weasley, ready to defend everything that threatened his friends and family, short tempered like a Manticor and extremely childish.

A normal little Gryffindor.

But Harry himself? He had been different, totally different.

The first thing that surprised Severus, four months after the begin of the term, was that Harry had taken some of the extra classes some teachers had offered for the fifth years and higher.

He had taken philosophy taught by Professor Sinistra, the class about Healing Magic that Poppy Pomfrey had offered, a special class about misunderstood 'Dark' creatures from Remus Lupin – who had come back to teach that year – and the self-defence class Professor Vector taught.

Not many students took any of them. They were not required but took a great amount of time, which was the main reason they were not very popular for the students.

Granger had, of course, taken most classes that held her interest, but those which Harry took were not taken from her.

And then there had been that event in the staff room, close to Christmas. Severus had overheard a chat between Vector and Sinistra. As it had seemed had the topic been Harry himself.

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"And he did really say that?" Professor Vector wondered.

"Yes. And he seemed to be totally honest. I thought it was strange, a fifteen year old boy saying that Death had to be a God, but he really meant it." Professor Sinistra answered.

 Professor Vector shook his head. "Well, that certainly explains his behaviour in my extra class."

"Why? What does his opinion of Death have to do with self-defence?"

"It's always the same when my class does exercises. Currently, I teach them martial arts. When I let them make groups to fight, he always attacks as if there would be no tomorrow. He fights like a real berserk. He knows all the moves, tricks and techniques, but his way to attack! The whole group is afraid of him. I understand that. There is no way you can predict what he'll do next. He's a real Kamikaze."

Professor Sinistra frowned, while Severus tried to think of the student who could fit that description. He couldn't think of anybody.

"He seems to be a very intelligent student, if you ask me. Should we inform Albus about his behaviour? He doesn't disturb your class, does he?"

Professor Vector laughed. "No, it's actually rather funny, and he's a real genius with combat tactic. But, how could you not think about Death when the Dark Lord thinks you're his personal enemy?"

Severus' mind registered that bit information and came to a conclusion that just was not possible. That didn't sound like Harry at all.

Professor Sinistra sighed. "Yes, Harry is a poor boy. But his opinions are… interesting. But, I wanted to speak with you about combining our classes? Philosophy about self-defence and violence was my next topic and I thought we could…"

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That was just the first sign.

Over his school years had the boy grown quieter, pensive most of the time and he was always friendly. His laughs and smiles grew faker and faker, but no one noticed. Harry started to receive extra lessons for self-defence during his sixth year, because of Voldemort.

The attempt to kill him at the end of his fifth year had failed, due to Harry's ability to speak parseltongue and his lessons in self-defence from professor Vector.

Harry had confused the Basilisk – it had been a rather young one – and quickly killed him, injuring Narcissa Malfoy in the process. Severus had seen how the boy had fought – the only right word for it could have been suicidal.

But he still got extra lessons.

Dumbledore even went so far as to let Severus teach him the Dark Arts themselves. Sirius Black of course, had thrown a tirade about the problems with that and that those magic would take the innocence of his godson.

What a stupid man he had been. Harry hadn't been innocent since he had killed the Basilisk in his second year.

Severus hadn't known if it had been a good idea to teach the boy the Dark Arts, but Dumbledore told him to do it, and Harry himself didn't care.

And Harry had been good with the Dark Arts. He completed every task Severus gave him. With brilliant marks.

Severus had known by then, that the darkness had engulfed Harry.

And he should have known that Harry would somehow want to be a vampire. But he had made the same mistake as everyone else with that last bit of information:

He had not wanted to see it. To notice it. To do something about it.

Harry had defeated Voldemort two months before his graduation. He had located Voldemort's base through the link he had shared with that man and went to kill him.

Severus had somehow known he would try something like that. He would have prevented it, but he had been called to the Dark Lord that night.

It had been a bloodbath. Later, Dumbledore had assumed that Severus had killed most of the Death Eaters – due to the violence that was used – and he had never asked Severus anything about it.

But it hadn't been Severus. Harry had walked through the base and killed everything that stood in his way.

Basilisks, Runespoors, Dementors, Humans, Werewolves, Vampires, Giants – all of them had dropped like the flies.

Harry had gotten many wounds when he had stood in front of Voldemort himself. The Dark Lord had laughed at 'the boy' and told him he would die now. Then, he had taken his wand out and pointed it at Harry. Severus had blocked the doors to the room, killing the ones who tried to enter.

But Harry had not fought with his wand. Instead, he had taken his own, self-made dagger and rammed it in one fast movement in the Dark Lord's heart.

Voldemort had not expected that. He had been nearly instantly dead. The Death Eaters and other creature had fled to escape Harry, but not one.

That one creature was the reason Harry was a vampire now.

Naigini.

The snake had hissed something and bitten Harry – who had been unsuspecting after he had killed the Dark Lord – in his stomach.

Harry had succeeded in killing Naigini, but the snake's strong poison had started to kill him and there had been nothing he could have done.

So Severus had done the only thing he could do. He had slashed his left right wrist and pressed it onto Harry's mouth.

Harry had been a vampire by the time they had reached Hogwarts.

"Professor?" Hermione Weasley-Granger's voice shook Severus out of his thoughts. The occupants of the other chairs in the room where looking at him with interest.

"First of all, I need something against a headache. Could someone bring me something?" Severus demanded.