CHAPTER THREE:

The potions master glared at his employer with every ounce of anger and loathing he possessed. Had Dumbledore been a normal person he would have wet himself or at least shown a little fear. However, Albus Dumbledore was well, Albus Dumbledore and so all that met Severus' gaze was that damnable twinkle the man was so well known for.

"My dear boy, I am not asking you to tell him everything as of yet, but he does need to know the basics," Albus explained as patiently and calmly as ever, which only irritated Snape more. Harry just stared at the two in disbelief.

"Excuse me professors but, WOULD ONE OF YOU MIND TELLING ME WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON…" Harry stopped yelling once he noticed he was doing so. "Sorry professors, it's just that you were carrying on a conversation concerning me like I wasn't even in the room and, well, the Dursleys ignore me quite enough thanks." The Gryffindor huffed.

"Oh, now let's all feel sorry for the Golden Boy of the wizarding world because no one in his household will give him their complete and total attention," Snape bit out though clenched teeth.

"Severus, the boy needs understanding now more then ever before. So please no snide remarks about him or his upbringing," Albus gave the potions master his 'if you don't do as I say, I'll be very disappointed in you' look.

"Very well, Headmaster." Snape sighed in resignation. He turned sideways in his chair to face his most hated student. "Potter I am about to tell you a story, one which I have never told before and as such you are not to interrupt me. There will be plenty of time for your inane questions after the tale has told. Also, you are not to tell anyone of what has been discussed in this office today or I will use your innards as potions ingredients. Is this clear, Mister Potter?"

"Yes, Professor Snape, sir." Harry answered grudgingly.

'The only way I would tell anyone would be if it were absolutely necessary. Even then I would only tell Ron and Hermione. As it is I already have a few secrets not even they know about…'

"Potter, pay attention will you!" Harry looked up to see Snape glaring at him. Seeing that he now had Harry's full attention, Snape began, "As I was saying, the day you saw me in Hogsmeade, I was battling vampires. They were not average vampires, they were of the Julius clan and they have the ability to walk in the sunlight. Furthermore, they don't have to kill or turn the prey from which they drink."

Snape paused then and rubbed his neck in an attempt to ease the building tension that was beating at his skull. Deciding it was useless he gave up on relaxing and continued on with his story.

"I was, unfortunately, losing that battle when you came upon us. They lost interest in killing me and went after you. By the time I realized what was happening you had already been drained of most of your blood by one of the two vampires who had originally attacked me. The fight that ensued is a blur to me but somehow I managed to defeat both of them."

"However, when I reached you, you were dying. You had simply lost too much blood, so I did the only thing I could think of to save you, I gave you my blood," Snape shook his head at the grateful look on Harry's face, "do not look so thankful, Mister Potter, there is more. You see, I am a vampire and because you were not only bitten by a Vampire but also shared a blood transfusion with one, there is no going back. Now, you must be fully turned or else you will most certainly die," Severus regarded the boy before him with a cool calculating expression. He wasn't entirely sure how Harry was going to take this last bit of news and to give himself time to think of how he wanted to phrase this last little titbit of information he asked if Harry had any questions.

"Yes, Sir, I do. When do I have to start drinking blood? I... uh... I'm feeling just a bit hungry but the thought of food makes my stomach lurch." The Professor just reached into a robe pocket and produced a vial filled with what Harry supposed must be blood.

"Here drink it; it will help with the dizziness as well," that said Severus thrust the vial into Harry's hand.

Harry looked at the vial for a moment. While his mind told him he should be revolted by the idea of drinking blood, his mouth was beginning to water at the sight of it. Refusing to think about it further, he uncorking it and drinking it down in one gulp, only to find he relishing the taste. 'I wonder whose blood it was.'

"Umm, just one other thing, Professor, h-how am I to be turned? What must be done?" Harry asked reluctantly, not sure he liked the look in his potions master's gaze.

When Snape smirked, Harry knew he was not going to like the answer he was about to get.

"Well, Mister Potter, finally standing your ground and facing what scares you. I am most impressed," the potions master answered, with a surprisingly lack of sarcasm. "I did some reading while you were sleeping, and it would appear that since I am not the one who gave you the initial vamporic kiss; the only way to complete your transformation into a vampire is for you to receive yet another bite. However, this one must be given during an act of intimacy. The bite must also be given and received by the original blood giver."

"In short, Harry, we must bite and drink from one another while in the act of mating." Severus Snape's usually pale complexion grew even more so as he uttered this last sentence.