Author Notes: "Great Sequel", "Brilliant Update", your being serious? Well, then I may be able to write a happy story after all. Thanks for the help with the notes . I'm happy 5 people like this that's a record for me. Welcome Kirkasstone, Murielmodel, and Summer. Thank you Occasus and you three for reviewing chapter two.

Disclaimer: I gave up on ever going back in time. It's Mrs. Rowling's forever, unless someone else figures out how to do it.

Chapter 3

Dumbledore had left him again. He most definitely wasn't with Lupin, or at Headquarters for that matter. What was going on? Was he at the Weasley's or- the mystery person hugged him- that…that cologne…no..NO! This was awful. This was hopeless. He didn't even bother struggling. There was no way he could possibly escape. I should have told someone my father used to bleed me. Used to? He's going to do it again. No more used to.

He felt numb as his father laid him down on his comfortable bed. His body sunk down into the impervious spelled thing. He lay on his stomach knowing his father was getting a razor. Second drawer to the right. That's where he always kept them. He was, admittably, scared as he waited in the dark for his father, his mind hearing drawers open, and blades clinking. He swallowed, shuddering a little involuntarily, as he remembered his father coming to him two days after his mother's funeral. Was his father saying those words now? The words he always said," I need you. I love you. Be a good boy. I'm hungry".

His father pulled the tee off that he'd been dressed in at Headquarters, after he'd lightly stadled his hips. Don't worry dad, no where I can run and hide now. No need to pin me. His hand was given a not so gentle squeeze, before his father pressed the raiser into his upper back. He gasped in air, it was deep that hadn't happened before. It was normally shallow criss crosses that healed within a couple of days. There was no way this wouldn't scar.

His father set the razor aside and squeezed his hips harder. His father grabbed his hands and started contorting them. It was a welcome distraction as he felt his father begin to lap. Fingers out, hand pressure, a bit of nails, pressure in the middle, lap the insistent lap. He tried to concentrate on the hands, but he kept feeling his father's tongue insistently lapping at it. Compared to all he'd been through, it shouldn't hurt this much should it? Should…arghhhh it hurt. Insistent, it fell into a painful rhythm that made him long for it to end. Made him long to be back at Headquarters with Lupin with every fiber of his being.

At least if Lupin wanted to feed off him it wouldn't ever recur. At least it wasn't worse. His father would always say," don't make It worse. Your lucky I don't use my teeth like some. If you don't come out right now, I'll use them, and then you'll be a vampire like me. No more school for you Severus. You'll have to stay here with me forever", well dad I'll be with you forever. Use teeth all you want it's not like it matters now.

His father was finishing now. His legs grip on his hips lessened and the finger games stopped. He didn't really notice. He felt his father's breathing slow. It came out in short breezes onto his back now. His father got off him and lay beside him. He wrapped his arms tightly, and possessively, over his unwilling donor. His only son and heir.

Silence, nothing but it. None of Severus's clumsy footsteps, no squeaks from the chair as he rearranged himself on it, and most certainly, he would never hear the ex-Head of Slytherin sit on the piano bench. Never hear him practice again. Simon, everything about him, reminded him of Severus. His clumsy attempts at playing the piano. Even the name Simon, both names started with 's'. 'S' for the unexplainable sadness that he'd experienced since Dumbledore had taken his companion away. Simon wasn't a companion. The child obviously had better things to do than hang out with an old blind werewolf. He didn't really blame him for not staying long after the first lesson. Now he was all alone. Harry was at Hogwarts. Severus was gone forever. Everyone was so busy. It was so quiet, so lonely, so sad.

Author Notes: "Well I may be able to write a happy story after all". Looks at chapter. It will have to happen some other time. Oh, because I've been misinterpreted by my alpha, I should probably mention that this is not an incest story. In my story drinking blood is a vampire's ultimate pleasure, and they get nothing out of sex. Please review. puppy dog eyes