A/N: Finally! Virus defeated, all files restored. My computer works properly again now, so I instantly started to type this. The next chapter was long overdue, but I couldn't post it sooner.

The sun had risen half an hour ago. Harry had found this empty storehouse just in time. Daywalkers could walk into sunlight, but it weakened them if they were already ill or hurt. And Harry had a fever.

He didn't know why he had it, he hadn't done anything risky or dangerous. Of course, he had drunken that wizard, but that couldn't be the cause of his illness.

And the blood had been so sweet. It had been a long time since Harry had drunken a wizard's blood. Although, there had been that Veela five years ago…

Veela blood was quite tasty. But human magic blood was sweeter.

Harry started coughing slightly and let himself fall onto the bed he had transfigured out of one of the empty boxes. Kirkcaldy was one of the wizarding towns where trading was what was mainly done. Kirkcaldy had many shops, companies who organised transports for various things, and storehouses. There were always empty storehouses, and always full ones. Harry just hoped that this storehouse wasn't supposed to be used in the near future.

It seemed as if his fever had reached 15°C now. Considering that his normal blood heat was about 5°C, this was bad. Very bad. Vampires didn't get fevers, Their bodies were cold, maybe not freezing, but cold. And now his body was as warm as a normal spring day.

At the moment, he wished for nothing more than his sire to come and help him. But he had hid his trail, covered his magical signature. Severus wouldn't find him that easily, and it was too dangerous for Harry to go out into the sunlight. He would have to wait.

Severus was frustrated. He was pacing in a dark street corner and trying to understand his childe. Harry had successfully covered all of his trails, leaving only puzzle pieces of his whereabouts. But Severus had carefully used his own magic, hiding it because of Granger and her team. They were also around here, trying to find Harry with Finnigan and Thomas.

~As if that would work. Harry has hidden himself to careful. They won't find him. Or at least, not as soon as me.~

Severus sighed, and started the next attempt to find Harry.

Harry had not only used his normal magic and his power to enchant objects, such as doors, to hide him, he had also used the art of illusion. It seemed as if Harry was not only an enchanter, but also an illusionist. That was a powerful combination. Many dark wizards had some skills with illusion, but only some were really good at it. Harry was no master but he certainly had potential.

Harry couldn't fool Severus with his illusions. Severus himself could use illusion fairly well, even though he himself wasn't very good at it either. But Severus possessed a second, very useful gift. Many people thought it was weak, but they didn't know what you could do with this… art.

Severus Snape was a born Dabus.

He could speak with other people telepathically, move objects through his will, build wards and shields with his mind and – the best of all – look through illusions. Of course, looking through illusions wasn't easy. It required always more than one try and much of Severus' power. But he needed to find Harry. Zaibini and Malfoy could and would kill him, if they were to find him first. Those blasted two necromancers could easily call ten undead fighters to help them and Harry couldn't fight against so many creatures. Not at day.

Hermione was getting frustrated. Seamus and Dean had guided the group through one of the richer parts of Kirkcaldy. They could locate something, but they couldn't say where exactly the magical energy came from. It was as if it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

"Stop it!" she yelled. The others turned around and stared at her. "That's not working. We need to make a plan. It can't go on like that." She started pacing. "So, we can't find the exact location of this Daywalker. It's obvious that he's using magic. Now, we need to find out what type of magic, and how to work against it."

Ron frowned. "That's not going to be easy, 'Mione. We no nothing about this Daywalker. How could we know what type of magic he's using?"

This time, Neville had the life-saving idea. "But, we know that this Daywalker is Snape's childe, right?"

The others nodded.

"So, Snape has more likely trained this Daywalker by himself and taught everything about avoiding capture, right?"

"Neville, get to the point." Hermione said. She didn't like it if she had to wait for answers a long time.

"Well, if we could find out which type of special wizard Snape is, we could conclude which magic the Daywalker is more likely going to use. After all, Snape can just teach the things he himself knows, can't he?"

Darco's face lit up. "Of course! We could have thought about that earlier!"

Hermione was still frowning. "Nobody knows, what Snape is. How could we find out?"

Draco smirked his trademark I'm-a-Malfoy-and-better-than-anybody-else-smirk. "Yes, you're right. How? You know, the ministry has records of every special talented wizard from the last three centuries. Of course, those records only know about the Light Magic specialists. But, if he's not recorded there, we know for sure that he's a Dark Magic user. An if he's recorded… good night."

"Brilliant!" Hermione nearly yelled and her face lit up. "Let's go back to the headquarters and send a message to the ministry."

Thus said, the group started to walk back.

Harry was getting worried.

He had coughed up blood.

Blood

He was a vampire. A Daywalker even. Childe of Severus Snape. He did not just cough up blood.

As long as he didn't choke on his supper, that is.

But he had eaten a long time ago now. The sun had been up for at least two hours. He could hear noises coming from the street in front of the storehouse, but until now nobody came into the building.

He was also sweating. And he could bet his temperature was by 20°C at the moment.

That was not good.

He even considered destroying some of his illusion spells and wards, so that Severus could find him. But he knew that the human team would also be able to find him even he did that. And he was in no condition to find against them. But if he didn't contact Severus some time soon, he would have serious problems…

Another coughing fit started. Harry's body tensed and he started to spill blood. The fit lasted at least five minutes. After that was a small puddle of blood lying in front of Harry and breathing hurt.

~Looks as if I just spit a bit of my lung out. Gods, vampires aren't supposed to have tuberculosis! Ungh~

Harry's body tensed again when it started to heal the damage with its vampire magic.

Harry was so distracted by the pain of feeling his own lung growing back together that he didn't notice the man stepping into the building and walking up to him. He just saw the stranger when the man kneeled down in front of him.

"What the …?" Harry couldn't quite believe who he saw there, right in front of him.

Ron was staring a hole through the book. They had looked through this files for about an hour now, and still they found nothing. They had to work fast. The Daywalker could strike anytime now. He would need to feed. And this research was boring. Always looking through those damned files, searching for the name Snape…

Seamus let out a yell. "I found something! I found something!"

In less than one second was everybody gathered around Seamus chair.

"Well, what is it?" demanded Hermione.

"Well, on Snape's ninth birthday, something strange occurred with his parents. One was found dead, his father. His mother was in shock, the officers coming to Snape Manor saw her laughing above her husbands corpse. The ministry scanned the whole house, the estate and tried to find out who murdered old Snape. During this, they found out that the young Snape had strange magical markings in his aura. They tried to put him through some tests, but his mother refused and the ministry couldn't do anything against it. Apparently, the Malfoys helped Snape's mother. He's recorded as an 'undefined case of unknown magical appearances'."

"Which, in short, means that Snape is powerful enough to make his mother and the Malfoys hide his powers." Blaise reasoned.

Hermione sighed. "That didn't give us any new information." She muttered.

"Yes, it did!" Draco had stood up. "If the Malfoys helped the Snapes, then they surely knew what was going on. When Malfoy Manor was scanned, some old records with high security spells were found. Some could be opened. They were lists of every dark artefact our family ever possessed. Some couldn't be opened. Maybe we can find something in there."

So the group had to send a new message to the ministry, asking for permission to look through the old books of the Malfoy family.

Severus had done it. He had broken through some of Harry's spells, without completely breaking them. Granger and her team won't be able to look through them like he could now.

He had Harry's location in less than five minutes. An empty storehouse.

~Well, it's a good place for a vampire to stay for the day. But it's certainly not better than my chambers at Hogwarts. And that's going to be where I'll take him, no matter what he says or wants.~

His stream of thought was interrupted when he noticed the other presence that was with his childe.

~But that's… Fuck!~

Severus started to run to the old storehouse, as fast as his legs could carry him.

A/N Well, I hope it was good. Did you like it? Tell me!

And thanks again to all of my reviewers! And I also hope that everybody who isn't reviewing but reading my story likes it.

Okay, the word Dabus is not my invention, but the attributes of a Dabus are mine! Fell free to use this concept in any way you wish. Dabus is spelled the German way, that means: Dah-boos   Well, something like that.

By the way, my Latin title for this story was slightly wrong. I corrected it.