Thanks for all of those lovely reviews! I love vampire stories, so I'm working on this until I can get some ideas for DC in or Mitternacht. I'm sick of vampire stories becoming slash, so all of those who really don't like slash, here you go. To those who do like slash, this isn't a slash fic, but I encourage you to read still. Thanks and here we go!
Chapter 2
Amara and Harry ran up the stairs in the home that they inhabited outside London. The village was nice in that no one asked questions about the nocturnal residents of the dark home at the end of the lane. Once at the door, Amara swung it open to reveal an irate Severus Snape.
"Sev? What are you doing here?" Amara asked, shocked.
"I took the Potions position a few years ago," he answered back. "Is this he?"
Harry could feel the hatred coming off of Snape. "If you are looking for Harry Potter, then yes, otherwise no," Harry growled.
"Harry, manners! This is your Potions professor, Severus Snape," Amara said snippily, correcting Harry for the ill treatment of his new professor. "I assume that you will be housing us until school starts?"
"Yes, and you Amara will be coming to Hogwarts to watch over your childe," Snape answered. "The Manor is set up for the two of you. And your food source is secure."
"Oh Sev, you are too good to us," Amara smiled.
"How do you two know each other?" Harry asked.
"Old friends," Snape snapped back at Harry, almost too quickly. "Now we must get moving, I know how much vampires loathe the sun."
"What of our coffins?" Amara queried. "And everything else?"
"They will be retrieved by my house elves momentarily. We will be leaving by portkey, I hope that is to everyone's liking," Snape sneered.
"Can we catch a bite to eat before we leave?" Harry asked, red rimming the pupil of his eyes.
"We have some in the fridge Harry," Amara stated. "Go and grab some. Be quick about it, your professor is not known for his patience."
Harry nodded and ran off down the hall and into the kitchen.
"So this is where you've been hiding," Snape said, looking around.
"Hiding? We haven't been hiding. How about you, I haven't heard anything from you since…" Amara cut herself off before finishing the sentence, seeing Snape soften a bit.
"Amara, I've change since then, she's dead and I don't even have a body to bury. It is…frustrating. I don't have anything tangible to remember her by," Snape sighed. "She left nothing, her ring is missing too."
"As long as you remember her, Samantha will be with you where ever you go," Amara smiled through tears that threatened to fall.
The two stood there for a long moment and Harry ran back into the room, a half-full bag of blood sticking out of his mouth. He pulled it out and offered some to Amara. She smiled at him and helped herself.
"Are we ready?" Snape said, his composure returned. In his hand was a snake figuring. "Touch it and we can be off." Harry complied, not wanting to anger his future teacher any more. Amara followed suit and the three were off.
A/N: I have to admit; small chapters help me get these out faster. If you don't like the size of this, please leave a complaint; I will ignore them in the order that they arrive. Now to people who have read this Author's Note, REVIEW!!!