„He is a greasy old bastard!!!" Ron exclaimed for the tenth time in the last five minutes.

Severus Snape had left them, at vampire speed and with everything he had brought with himself. Of course, that had been to be expected, but still. Severus had brought special potions, made to calm a vampire or weaken him. These potions could have been useful. Very useful.

Especially the sleep potion made for vampires. Normal sleep potions didn't work on them, their system was too strong and healthy to let the liquid sedate them. Normal sedations won't work on a vampire either. And this was a Daywalker.

Snape's Daywalker.

A bit of the power of the 'Turner' goes into the turned one, the victim. Severus was powerful – so his childe had to be strong. Maybe not as powerful as Severus himself, but certainly strong.

The Ministry's team now had a problem. Their task was to find and eliminate the vampire. Severus should have helped him. Now they had to most likely fight both – the Daywalker and Severus.

"No time for stupid cursing." Blaise intervened. "We need to make a plan. Professor Snape said, the Daywalker knew we – or rather he – was here. We need to make a move soon."

Hermione sighed. "Blaise is right. The Daywalker – whoever he might be – needs to feed sometime again soon. We need to be prepared to hunt him."

Dean frowned. "Which leads us to the next problem. How can we hunt him? Seamus' and my magic noses may be could, but we can't sense vampires."

"He's right. What do we do?" Seamus asked.

Draco suddenly stopped pacing around the room, which was what he had been doing the last minutes.

"That's it!" He smirked.

"Exuse me?" Ron asked. "I can't follow your Slytherin mind."

Draco's smirk grew even wider.

"That's the way we do it! Professor Snape told us that the Daywalker prefers magic daggers. Highly magic daggers. 'Mione, you said those magic is very rare?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes. Those runes were blood and soul magic. Those magics are extremely old, powerful – and dark" She had emphasised that last word strongly.

Draco still smirked.

"Yes. That means, if he has daggers or weapons like that, Seamus and Dean should easily be able to follow him. Those magics should be easy to detect, shouldn't they?"

Hermione's face lit up.

"Of course! As longs as the Daywalker doesn't use any counter charms against magic noses, we should be able to follow him."

Neville's expression grew dark.

"That means, we have to find the Daywalker before Snape does. Snape will surely use those charms. He does know them and he knows we want to kill the- his childe. I'm sure he is going to protect him- it- whatever."

The others frowned. Neville was right. They had to be faster than Snape. And that was not good.

Severus walked through the wizard part of Kirkcaldy. He knew Harry was here somewhere. The last bits of the telepathic bond had led him near to the weapon shop. It seemed as if Harry's liking for daggers had grown over the years.

~I wonder… his birthday is next month. Maybe if I could get him to see some sense and stop that silly killing, we could celebrate… We never celebrated his birthday. And he didn't ever come back for his birth- or deathday either, I wond-~

Severus stopped dead in his tracks. Luckily the street were empty, seeing as it was early morning, and he stood in the shadows of the house in front of him.

~He didn't come back. Not for his birthday, and neither for his deathday. And he promised me to come back sometime after he had left! At least for these two days! Why had I forgotten his promise? Sure, many people promised things and never held them, especially to me, but that's Harry. I can't remember one time when he didn't do what he promised. Gods, I'm an idiot!~

He grinded his teeth in anger. 31 years were maybe a long time for a human, but for a vampire it wasn't much. Maybe for the young ones, but for those who were older? And Harry had promised to come back. Not to those 'friends' of his. To his sire. And his sire had forgotten the promise!

~Stupid, stupid, stupid! Of course he would have come! He doesn't break his promises, not if-…~

The longer Severus thought about it, the clearer it became that something with Harry wasn't right. That Harry had some serious problems.

~Think Severus! What could make a Daywalker who normally doesn't like killing – stop, not right. Who normally doesn't like to kill innocent people do something like that? There can't be much…~

One possibility of course, was that Harry had gone completely insane. That happened to normal vampires sometime and to younger ones without sire very often, but Harry was – had been strong willed and he had had control over his bloodlust to some extent. Severus considered insane not an option.

So what else could it be? Bloodlust out of control… … … bloodlust out of control… …

~Well, one reason could be that he sucked on some undead one's neck. Not vampire of course. But he would surely recognise a zombie, wouldn't he? Of course he would. Also not an option.~

Severus sighed this was going to be a hard task for him. And those stupid humans wanted to kill Harry! He had to be faster than them!

~At least I know what to do.~

Slowly he wandered, still deep in thought, across the street and over the 'Poniard'. Suddenly a certain scent filled his nose.

~But that smells like…~

Severus eyes grew wide as he hurried into the small street next to the shop. Looking up he searched for a way in and quickly found him.

Once inside, he found what he had smelled outside. The shop owner lay sprawled across the bed, the blood on the carpet still drying.

~that's a fresh kill… But Harry is fast. He could be at the other end of the town right now. Fuck!~

Severus searched through the whole room, looking for a clue for what was wrong with Harry. But he couldn't find anything. Once again, one question remained: 'Why does Harry do something like this?'

Harry walked along the still dark street. His throat was burning, his wrists were burning, his blood was burning. Sweat clung to his forehead and his eyes were somehow distant.

~What is happening?~

His feet seemed to get heavier, and he began to stumble.

Oh no. I have to find a place to sty, or I'll be in trouble.~

Concentrating on appearing normal and walking, he started to look for a place for the day.

A/N: I know, it's not very long, but all my other chapters are short too, and I'm finally able to update faster! I hope that makes up for the short chapters!

@Loki: Harry Potter meets Blade… I like the sound of that. *grins*

At everyone who reviewed: THANKS A LOT!!! I never thought I would get that much reviews! I appreciate them a lot!