I hope this chapter will be both helpful and long, but it's almost midnight, so I'm not too sure how much of this I can get done before my forehead hits the keyboard. It's happened to me. Really. Those dot and the f and the j made marks on my forehead. Okay…here we go…I hope…
Chapter 5
Amara and Severus sat in the library in of Snape Manor, the blinds sealed and the candles ablaze. Severus drank a gin and tonic while Amara had a blood bag that had made the trip over from her old home.
"So how did our young savior turn into a vampire, I admit I am eager to know," Severus asked finally.
"About five or six years ago I was walking around Little Winging, Surry," Amara started.
"Walking? Or were you hunting?" Severus smirked.
"Okay, so I was hunting. Don't interrupt," she glared at him. "I smelled something odd in the air. It wasn't death, but pain, the purest pain that I had ever smelled. It almost overwhelmed me, but I fought my instincts and followed the stench. What intrigued me is that this smell came from a normal looking house in the middle of suburbia. I forced open the door, hearing cries of pain on the other side and the view sickens me to this day."
Amara paused for a moment and looked at her feet, trying to gather herself. Severus watched her with something akin to sympathy and waited for her to continue.
"I walked into this house to see a boy looking about four being beaten by three people. For a moment, I thought them to be intruders, but upon glancing at a few pictures that were near the door, I matched the faces. The three people owned this home, but the boy seemed absent in the photographs. This boy may have been the intruder, but it did not warrant the beating he was receiving."
"I went into action and pulled the boy from his assailants. The family protested that the boy was a freak and deserved a beating," Amara brushed a tear from her eye. "Sev, this was his family. His family, for God's sake. They were beating a boy because he was different."
"I swept the boy from the home and left the area as fast as possible. The boy wasn't doing well; he had multiple fractures, a cracked skull, broken ribs, and internal bleeding. I did the only thing that I could do, I turned him. It saved him, in a sick, twisted way, I saved him and killed him in the same moment."
"That was…Harry," Severus breathed, not really caring that he used the boy's first name. He didn't really hate the boy, more he hated what he reminded him of.
"Oh God Sev, the horrors that this boy has seen. He has almost bled to death multiple times, his tolerance for pain is astounding, but trust is something that he doesn't give easily."
"His relative did that? Dear Merlin, what has Dumbledore done?" Severus thought aloud.
"Severus, we saw Samantha a year after that," Amara said.
Snape froze, "You saw Sam?"
"We were attacked by a band of vampire hunter, I was busy with a group of them and their leader attacked Harry. Sam came out of nowhere to defend him. She took the man's dying hit that was intended for Harry and died herself," Amara watched the man's eyes show so many emotions, she couldn't name them all.
"She died to protect the boy," he said coldly. "That boy lives on the bodies of others." A loud smack resonated in the library as Amara slapped the man before her.
"I can't believe that you would even think that. Samantha Snape gave her afterlife to protect Harry. It was her choice, not his," she growled. "Don't you dare blame Harry for your wife's death."
The two sat in silence for a long moment before Amara spoke again. "It has been a long night, how about we both get some sleep. I am sure you could get used to your old nocturnal schedule for a few weeks for us can't you?" she smiled.
"I think I could do that for an old friend," he gave a shadow of a smile in return. The two parted and Amara retreated to the dungeons. She got into her coffin and was about to close it when Harry's opened. Two green eyes peered from the depths of the casket, looking fearful.
"Bad dream Harry?" Amara asked. He nodded in return. "You can sleep in my coffin tonight," she smiled as the small boy hopped joined her. "I won't let anything happen to you Harry, not again," she whispered as they both fell asleep.
A/N: Isn't that so cute, it's like an actual family. There you little pigmies, there is the back story, are you happy? You get the back-story and you get Samantha, now will you leave me alone for a bit while I cheer for the Red Wings? Jeeze, breathe people… Well on to the reviews!
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