Ron opened the door to find the Professor Snape on the other side.
Ron jerked back slightly for a moment before saying anything. "Hello."
"Is the boy here?" Abruptly, the man forced his way past Ron, leaving the boy in a confused daze.
Ron stood there for a moment before nodding. /Harry's going to kill me! What's he doing here/
Harry jumped to his feet when the bat-like man swept into the room.
"You must leave! Now, the both of you!"
Harry began to ignore him, but Draco grabbed hold of Harry and hauled him out, away from the others, towards the back door. /What-/
/Trust me, Harry/
"Move, you insolent little boy!" Snape yelled while following close behind them.
Harry felt it when the sense of urgency finally hit him. He began running towards the back of the house, Draco staying right by his side. /Do you know what's going on/
/Voldemort is the only thing I can think of, love.../ Draco slammed the door open, breaking the glass when it hit the opposite wall.
/What about Snape/
"Later. We need to get out of here know."
/Ron and the others-/
"I'll go back, just keep going!" Snape yelled and sprinted back towards the house.
Just as the older man disappeared, Harry was stopped when a wall of smoke formed in front of him.
/Harry/ He heard Draco yell.
"I'm fine, I just can't see." He felt Draco come closer.
/There's three of them. Vampires. We're surrounded.../
/How can you tell/ he couldn't see anything in this smog.
/They're loud. They don't know I can hear them./
Harry stopped moving for a moment and quit breathing. Sure enough, he could hear them.
/They must be new/ he headed Draco whisper in his mind. /They still breathe. It gives them away. Keep yourself from making any noises. They can't hear or see us, either./
Harry himself was trying to fight the impulse to take in a fresh breathe of air, but managed. /You're right./ The breathing noises where coming from three different directions. /I think one is right in front of me. He doesn't seem to know I'm here./
/I will take the other two. They cannot live, Harry. They know where your friends live. Ron and Hermione can used against you, if they get away./
Harry almost sighed, but stopped mid-breathe. /I know. I understand./
/Now/ Draco mentally shouted and Harry felt the vampire move swiftly away from him. After a moment of hesitation, he threw himself at the intruder closest to him.
Harry had never been in a fight in his life, but he could tell the other was clumsy and extremely slow. Harry barreled forward, before the he got the chance to attack. The blow connected, but the vampire was back up with amazing speed. /Damn! Maybe this won't be as easy as I had guessed.../ Harry was knocked back when a kick landed on his mid-section.
Harry glanced quickly around to try and find Draco. He was surprised to find a burnt corpse on the ground beside him and fight noises far off. Harry wrinkled his nose at the smell before trying to find his own opponent. Coming from his right! Harry leapt forward right before the vampire landed. /I need to finish this quickly.../ Harry listened for the other vampire. /...would be so much easier if I could see something/
Harry did his best to ignore Draco and focus and stay still; it wasn't easy. He knew what he needed to do, but the vampire needed to come closer, otherwise he would be able to move away...
It took a few moments, but he finally got his chance! The vampire moved past him and Harry sprang towards his back. As quickly as possible, he wound his arms around its head and twisted as hard as he could, breaking the neck. As soon as he felt it break, Harry released him and ran to find Draco; thankfully the fog began to clear it became easy to pinpoint Draco. /Draco/
/Are you ok/
He took in a deep breathe. /...yeah./ He was more relieved when he felt Draco come up from behind and wrap his arms around Harry's waist. Then it occurred to him; this was the first time he killed anyone.
/Are you sure/
He smiled lightly. Draco was worried for him/Yeah... I'm fine. It was for a good cause. I couldn't let my friends get hurt./ He turned and smiled slightly up at his lover. /I'll be fine, Draco./
"Are you two finished?" came a snide voice. That was when Harry remembered his teacher. Snape. Who apparently know that he and Draco were vampires. Why?
"What are you doing here Snape?" Draco asked before Harry could.
/Had Draco already known him/ Harry thought back to that day when he thought they had first met. Harry had thought Draco had made Snape ignore him, but maybe they knew each other and Snape chose not to say anything...
"Saving your asses, oh prince of mine." the man sneered.
"Do not call me that." Draco almost growled.
"Oh?" the sneer quickly changed into knowing smirk.
/...knowing/ Harry frowned slightly. "Do you know each other?" he finally asked, irritated.
"I know both of you, boy, I am certainly old enough."
Harry snorted. "How old can you be?" But he was wary; for all he knew Snape could helping Voldemort. A vampire. Except that Draco...
"I've been alive since before you died, Potter. Now I suggest we talk about this elsewhere, unless you want your friends to continue to stain themselves to hear our conversation."
Sure enough, Harry heard all of them scrabbling at the back door, trying to hear what was going on.
"I made them forget they could come outside." Snape said wryly.
"We'll undo it!" Harry snapped. He hated the thought of his friends being in the control of someone else. Even though Pansy wasn't technically his friend...
"Not yet," Draco interrupted. "The bodies."
"Can't we toss them over the fence," Harry asked.
Draco shook his head. "Somebody would find them. They can't know vampires truly exist."
"I wish they would turn to dust, like on that TV show. It's so much easier."
"But our life isn't a story, Arris, although I do think 'Harry Potter and the Vampire Prince' has a nice ring to it."
"You would. Personally, I think 'Harry Potter and the Blood-Sucking Pervert' sounds better."
"I'm not... always... a pervert." Draco frowned as Harry leaned forward against him.
"Then quit groping my ass for a moment and get rid of the bodies."
Draco looked down and sure enough both of his hands had found their way down the back of Harry's jeans and were kneading the soft skin underneath. /I didn't realize-/
/I never said I had a problem with it, and you should know that. Even though we are standing here out in the open with both your hands down my pants, one of my former teachers behind us, and surrounded by a few dead bodies. I think one of these things needs to be fixed and it's not your hands down my pants./ Harry held him closer, smirking.
"Relax Harry, I'll take care of it." And he did. Harry watched them burn to ashes before turning back to Snape.
"I'm glad you warned us, but why are you here?"