A/N: Again, thanks to the reviewers!
@smallfry: Usually, I don't use many curse words in my stories, if any at all. But it just seemed to be someone would think in such a situation. You know, there are situations in your life when just can't help yourself to think 'shit' or 'fuck'. But I don't use curse words often.
To say that Harry was surprised would be an understatement. Of all the persons he would have expected to find him, this was the last one. He wanted to say something, but instead another coughing fit came. The man above him frowned and shook his head.
"I see. That's the reason you kill so much people."
What did the stranger mean? Harry was a vampire, it was right for him to kill people, wasn't it? Besides, he needed their blood, craved it…
The man above him sighed.
"I thought that Severus had trained you better." The man's face was now just inches away from Harry's head. "Why did he let you go before you could control your bloodlust?" Another sigh.
"Well, I have to get you somewhere safe. Hermione Granger and her team will sooner or later find you here."
Another coughing fit and more blood from Harry.
"And your in no state to fight anybody at the moment. But I can't carry you alone… We'll just have to wait until Severus gets here. I'm sure it won't be long."
Harry wondered what he talked about. ~As long as he doesn't try to hurt me, I suppose it's safe… he did help me before… …And I can feel Severus. He's coming.~ Harry smiled while he started coughing again.
Draco was getting frustrated. He may have fought for the light side during the war and maybe he was not a real bastard like the rest of his family, but he was still a Malfoy. And as such he didn't like it if something didn't go the way he liked it.
And at the moment, nothing went the way he liked it. They looked through those damn books here, but there was just nothing to find! Files of the dark artefacts the Malfoy family had, the assassins they had ordered, paid (and sometimes killed after they had done their job), the thieves which had worked for the family, and so on.
There was nothing about the Snapes. Nothing. Simply nothing.
It was frustrating.
"Draco, are you sure that there are some records of this?" Draco looked up at Hermione. He sighed. "Yes. I'm fairly sure that there should be some records. I just don't know where."
So the group resumed their reading.
About five minutes later, Seamus frowned.
"'Mione, what's a Dabus?"
Hermione looked up. Her eyes were shining, as if she had just gotten an early Christmas gift. "Excuse me? Repeat that!"
Seamus began to read out loud:
+Taken care of Juliette's problem. She promised to train her son and his and her assistance. The boy is a Dabus, early discovery and use of magic. Great potential. Considering special treatment.+
Hermione looked as if she could faint any minute.
"Oh my God!"
"What is it?" Ron and Dean asked as one.
Hermione had gone white.
"Juliette. That's the nam of Snape's mother. He is her son… that means… oh God, he's a Dabus!"
Blaise was frowning. "Hermione, I've never heard of the word Dabus. What is it?"
Hermione knitted her eyebrows. "A Dabus is a very mighty magician. He uses psy-energy. He can communicate through telepathy, move objects at will, use his psy to build up wards or shields or do little spells, curses, charms with their psy. They can naturally look through illusions, even if takes some of their time. Sometimes, using illusion spells is easier for them than for normal wizards."
"So, you're telling us that Snape is one of those all mighty psy-things?" Dean asked.
Hermione nodded. "Yes. And the fact that he used this magic with- what was it eight? Nine? Ten?- means that he was a born Dabus. You can become a Dabus through an old dark magic ritual, through the help from a light magic creature and a certain ritual or through a critical attack with psy-energy which you still survive."
"Does being a born Dabus make a great difference?" Neville wanted to know.
Hermione nodded. "Yes. If you are born, the psy-energy is already there. Through the rituals or the attack you are getting psy-energy, but not as much as if your body would have hold psy from the beginning. There are toher magic users who use psy-energy. Most mighty iwzard types have a certain amount of psy in their system. Illusionists, Enchanters, Conjurers, Nightblades, Necromancers, Dabi."
"Dabi?"
"Yes. Dabus is declined in the Latin way, although it is no Latin word. The plural of Dabu is Dabi."
Ron clapped his hands together, to get every ones attention. "Now that we know what he is, we need to decide how to fight his childe. And him, for that matter. He made it quite clear that he wont let use hurt this thing."
Blaise was frowning again. "You can't expect him to be not angry. This is after all his childe. Would you want someone to kill your children?"
"Of course not! But that's a whole different matter! My children don't go around killing people! My children aren't some kind of dark creature!"
"Just because he's a vampire doesn't mean he doesn't care for his childe!"
"Excuse me? On which side are you? We have to kill this thing, and if he decides to fight us, it's his problem! Do you want him to save his childe?"
Blaise was quiet after that. The others didn't know that Blaise had listened carefully whenever Severus had spoken and that he had come to a conclusion that… disturbed him more than he would like the others to know.
~His childe saved us all… How can I not want him to live?~
Ron stared at the Slytherin. He seemed to think this shouting match had settled it and that he was right. "Fine. Now, how do we find them?"
Hermione sighed. "That won't be easy. First of all, if we have to fight against both at the same time, we don't have many chances. We have to make sure that we only fight against one. And we need to get some kind of psy-blockers or something that'll help us lessen their powers."
Dean swallowed. "It can't be really that bad, Hermione."
"It is that bad. We don't have psy-energy."
"Yes, we have." Neville said. He grinned. "We have two Necromancers, right? And you said, Necromancers could use psy-energy. So, Draco and Blaise have got to use it."
"Can we even use it if we don't know what we're doing?" Draco wanted to know.
"Oh, you always knew what you were doing. To revive a corpse and make an undead, you use psy-energy. So, your undead servants will most likely be a threat to the Daywalkers. If you cold somehow turn the power younuse for reviving the corpse into magical power, you would have done it."
Draco nodded, Blasie thought about it.
~If this Daywalker is who I think he is, then I won't use my powers like that. Even if he did kill all those people – he saved me from a life as a necromancer-slave to the Dark Lord. I can't kill him. Technically, I own him my life. The Dark Lord would have made me using my powers for his wishes. If it comes to a fight, I'll do nothing. I'll stay passive. I've always been passive. Neither light nor dark.~
Severus was flying through the streets of Kirkcaldy. He had already passed the area with the shops. Currently he was running along a ong line of cheep houses. Just around two corners more and he would be there…
An empty byroad. The entrance to the storehouse.
Severus growled. ~You good for nothing… Bastard won't hurt m childe!~
Harry had started coughing again. That was not good. He was watching the boy, and he seemed to have a severe case of the disease.
~If Severus doesn't come within the next hour, I'm going to leave without him…~
Suddenly a strange smell hit his nose. He smiled. "Well Harry, it looks as if Severus is there."
He stood up and started to walk in direction of the entrance gates.
All of sudden, a black figure appeared within the storehouse. Severus had not simply used the entrance. Instead of that he had gone straight through the wand of the building, using vampire magic.
That had to have been quite a task, he decided, and looked at Severus.
"It's good you're here. We need to bring Harry somewhere safe."
It seemed as if that had not been what Severus had expected. He looked… stunned.
"Pray tell me, why do you want to help me?"
He smiled. One of his calm, sweet-sarcastic smiles he was famous for. "I don't want to help you, Severus. I want to help Harry,"
Just in that moment, Harry started coughing again. Severus turned his head around and his eyes widened in shock.
"What happened?"
His childe was coughing, had obviously a fever and there was blood all around him.
"I don't know for sure, but I would say he has a blood poisoning in the vampire art of way. We need to get him away from here, fast. Hermione and her team will locate your use of magic and directly come here. Harry's illusion charms won't help."
Severus gathered the nearly unconscious boy in his arms and walked up to him.
"And why could you find him through his illusion charms?"
It was remarkable that he had even noticed that illusion charms were in place. But that he still found Harry…
"It was easy, really. Harry didn't put up charms against werewolves."