AN: This chapter has been written for some time, I just haven't updated anything in a while. It can also be found on Potions and Snitches under the pen name moonterra.

Key:

"word"=spell

word=thoughts

$word$=parsletongue

*word*=Wolf speech

Featuring the main characters of:

Severus Snape

Draco Malfoy

Socrates Aiden Peverell

Snape Flavor:

Loving Snape, Overly-protective Snape, Secretive Snape

Tags: Child Fic, Creature Fic, Elf!Harry, Elves, Vampire! Snape, Vampires, Werewolves, Vampire Harry, Deaged!Harry, Deaging, Icognitio!Snape, NewIdentity!Harry, Werewolf!Draco

Warnings: Corporal Punishment

Challenge Information:

Other Wizarding Cultures by MsHunterGrl on Potions and Snitches

Summary: Snape and Harry goes traveling abroad to other countries, experiencing other wizarding cultures. They could just go to one other country, or several. The reason for their leaving the UK could be anything; perhaps it is to escape the hype around Harry being the boy who lived? Or perhaps Snape is being threatened because of his background as a death eater? Or perhaps it is for educational purposes? Bonus points if including minority cultures.

It had been a harrowing few months since the return of the Dark Lord who had taken up residence within Malfoy Manor. It had been a shock to the Malfoy heir to hear that the Dark Lord had chosen his home as his base of operations and though he didn't show it on his face when he got on the train to go home at the end of his fourth year, he was worried. His father was an avid supporter of the Dark Lord and his mother was a cold-hearted woman whom had been shaped by her upbringing as a Black and thus believed purebloods were the only ones worthy of magic. In truth, Draco had been left to house elves and nannies who raised and looked after him, his discipline taken care of by his father. Draco wasn't ashamed to admit he was scared of the man.

His friends hadn't been allowed over in case they spoke about the Dark Lord who apparently wanted to keep a low profile and gather his strength once more before making any plans. In a way it made sense but that didn't mean that Draco agreed with his parents' ideals. Rather he put on a mask for everyone, but his closest friends and Draco had to admit that he didn't have any close friends, just associates arranged by his father. "A Malfoy doesn't need friends. We're better than everyone else Draco. The Crabbes and Goyles serve as bodyguards to the Malfoys and everyone else should be kissing your boots."

"Malfoy," spoke Goyle Sr. "The Dark Lord requests your presence his throne room," said Goyle.

Draco internally shuddered though outside his mask was a blank face. He followed the masked man through the hallways to the drawing room which had been turned into the Dark Lord's throne room and where he spent much of his time. As he entered the room, he saw his parents standing before the Dark Lord along with the inner circle though upon looking around, he did not see his godfather. His parents did not acknowledge his presence as he entered, the group of Death Eaters parting to reveal the Dark Lord. The fifteen-year-old couldn't help the shudder that escaped him as he saw the Dark Lord sitting before him, Nagini curled around the man's shoulder, head turned towards him.

Severus stepped out of the fireplace within the Entrance Hall of Malfoy Manor, donning his robes and mask as he hurried towards the drawing room where the Dark Lord was waiting. He had just gotten done having brewed some healing potions for Madame Pomfrey. It wouldn't matter to the Dark Lord for the man, if he could even be called that, didn't tolerate lateness. Severus felt his mark burn and he clenched his left arm with his right hand, fighting back a cry of pain. He stepped into the drawing room after rushing through the manor and moved forward, bowing at the man's feet and kissing the hem of his blood red robes. "My Lord," Severus murmured, keeping his eyes downcast.

"Sssssseverussss," hissed the Dark Lord, formerly known by the hated Mudblood name of Tom Riddle. "How nice of you to join ussssss."

Severus audibly swallowed and raised his head, not fighting the mental probe as the Dark Lord scanned his thoughts. He allowed the Dark Lord to see the healing potions he had been brewing and the meeting that Dumbledore had him in, asking for information on the Dark Lord's plans and why he wasn't moving yet. When his master finally withdrew from his mind, Severus had to swallow the bile that had accumulated in his throat. He didn't dare glance at his godson, not knowing why the boy was standing here next to him.

He sat back within his throne, lacing his fingers together before him as he contemplated what he had seen. "My friendsssssss," the Dark Lord hissed. "I have called you here today to discuss the implications of Lucius's and Narcissa's failures in their disloyalty to me over the years of my absence."

The Malfoys said nothing though beside him his godson trembled. When Severus made to step back among the others, he froze at the sound of his master's voice. "Stay Severus. Lucius's mistakes are not the only reason I have called this meeting."

"My…my lord?" Severus spoke, ashamed to admit that his usually calm and collected voice trembled with fear. It was something the Dark Lord picked up and seemed to relish in, much to his further shame and disgust.

"Don't play me for a fool Severus!" shouted the Dark Lord, causing a collective shiver to run through the group of Death Eaters behind Severus and Draco.

"I'm sure you must be mist…."

"Silencio!" Voldemort hissed, pointing his wand at Severus, tired of his excuses.

Severus saw the spell hit him, not daring to move out of the way and risk getting tortured by the Dark Lord. "Now first I believe we will address Lucius's mistakes. Sometime before my defeat, I entrusted an object with Lucius. As I understand it, upon requesting said item, he attempted to deceive me. But I, Lord Voldemort, am not a man easily deceived. I found through persuasion that he allowed said object to pass into the hands of the Weasley daughter's hands after behaving in a manner unlike a pureblood when he engaged in actions condemning an animal. On top of that misdeed, Lucius and his wife never bothered to search for me, despite his wife not having the Dark Mark and would have easily been able to search for me, instead using bribes and the Imperious as an excuse to avoid Azkaban unlike my more faithful followers.

"As you all know my friends, I don't tolerate disloyalty. Since Lucius doesn't seem to learn from his past mistakes, I have decided to punish him a different way by taking away his heir."

The Death Eaters stirred at that, each subtly moving away from the Malfoys as well as Snape and clearing a space between them and the others. As the Dark Lord motioned to someone behind his throne, a collective gasp escaped the Death Eaters as they saw the infamous werewolf, one Fenrir Greyback, move into the open. Fenrir smiled, his teeth yellow from disuse of a toothbrush or even magic to keep them white and clean, saliva glistening in his mouth as he parted it and inhaled the fear of the wizards and witches among them. "Fenrir, you have been semi-loyal and have kept your wolves in line unlike my faithful followers," the Dark Lord said as the wolf's eyes remained riveted on the young Malfoy whose face paled considerably upon seeing the wolf standing there and leering at him.

Draco felt significantly uncomfortable as he chanced a glance at his parents, both remaining stoically behind him. "Mother? Father?" he questioned weakly, ashamed of the way his voice trembled and his mask slipped. "Uncle Severus?" he questioned, turning to his godfather but that was when Fenrir pounced, tackling the boy to the ground. He let out a sharp cry of pain as the man's heavy form hit him, the man changing into his wolf form, much to everyone's horror for it wasn't the full moon.

As Fenrir shifted into his wolf form, the sound of bones cracking could be heard, the man's head lengthening into a muzzle as his face stretched outward. His eyes turned amber and his skin bubbled and itched as fur sprouted on his body, organs shifting and knees reversing direction to accommodate the wolf's body structure. Fingernails lengthened to black claws and the mouth became full of sharp yellow teeth, the fur a dark gray. "To punish the Malfoys…I am giving him to Fenrir. But you are only to turn him, not kill him," Voldemort ordered the wolf who could only growl in response to the order.

Draco tried to go for his wand he kept on him, like any sensible wizard, only for the wolf to snap his teeth down on Draco's arm, bone shattering as the wolf bit down. The boy screamed in pain yet still his parents made no move to plead for their son's life or step in to save him. Severus turned and leveled his wand at Fenrir, only for a spell to fly from the Dark Lord's wand that he barely caught out of the corner of his eye, hearing his godfather fall to the floor moments later as the Petrification spell hit the only man who cared for him and took any notice of the young heir.

"Severus!" Draco shouted. Another scream escaped him as the massive dark grey wolf shredded his shirt and sank his teeth into his shoulder, claws tearing through the flesh on his chest. Tears of pain leaked out of Draco's eyes as the wolf scarred the boy and destroyed not only his name but his future as well. He might be a pompous and arrogant git, but even Draco knew that if a dark creature attacked you, you may as well be dead. All the while, his parents remained impassive, not even bothering help their son at all as he was attacked and scarred by Fenrir.

Meanwhile, the Dark Lord hissed a spell, using Parsletongue since nobody would understand it but for Nagini. $Memoria revelare.$ The spell hit Snape whom was still paralyzed and though he tried occlude his mind, was unable to stop the assault on his mind as the Dark Lord rifled through his memories, searching for something and not being at all gentle about it either. Severus fought as much as he was able, only to have a red beam of light hit him and suddenly his body was being assaulted by hundreds of knives that stabbed him all over, his throat convulsing as he was unable to scream, his back arching upward, lifting his body up from the ground before dropping again.

Memories flew past the Dark Lord as he walked through his trusted spy's mind, sneering at the defenses which were formidable indeed, but the Potions Master was unable to fight the Dark Lord's mental intrusion when he was in shock that he had been paralyzed. Unbiddenly, and perhaps what would lead to his downfall, Lily as a child came to his mind's eye. Lily before she had turned from him in their fifth year. Lily before she had married Potter and spawned that brat. His eyes stared fearfully up at the ceiling, none moving to help him at all…just as he was unable to help his godson.

"Fenrir that's enough," said the Dark Lord as he withdrew from the Potion's Master's mind. The wolf lifted his bloodstained jaws and ran a tongue down the bleeding and unconscious fifteen-year-old beneath him. "Crucio!"

The wolf howled in pain as the torture curse hit him and recoiled from the boy. The Dark Lord spared no glance towards the boy, instead motioning to the vampire to appear, the creature smiling and showing off his fangs. "It appears my friends that Severus's loyalty is not to me or that doddering old Mudblood loving fool," here there were a few dissatisfied noises at the mention of Dumbledore, "but to the Mudblood who spawned that thorn in my side, Potter. It appears he has deceived both of us."

Silence met his words and some fearfully shot glances towards the vampire in question. "I knew the man's loyalties wavered, but I had hoped he would not betray me. It seems I was wrong…and therefore…as much as it pains me…I must enforce punishment. That is the reason for this vampire. He will turn Severus into what he is and condemn him to a life of misery and being a half-breed…but it isn't a far cry from being the son of a Mudblood and a once promising wizard line."

A muffled noise came from Severus, a noise that was unable to escape past his glued lips. At least that was how it felt since he couldn't move his mouth at all due to being under the petrification spell. The Dark Lord spent the next few hours allowing his faithful followers to cast the torture curse and dark spells upon the Potions Master, repeatedly awakening him when Severus fell into unconsciousness to escape the pain, hiding behind his occlumency shields. By this time, the man was shivering constantly from the repeated use of the Cruciatris curse upon himself. His mind hadn't broken like it had with the Longbottoms for the Lestranges weren't the ones casting the curse repeatedly on him, given they were in Azkaban still, yet it was possible he would end up suffering nerve damage the rest of his life. The Dark Lord had ended up prying the information from the man's mind on the boy's location, due to overhearing Weasley and Granger talking about the boy's homelife during their second year at Hogwarts.

As for Draco, he was in shock from the blood loss and the attack on his body. The venom from Fenrir tore through his system, changing him from a human wizard to a dark creature, changing him to a monster. While Lucius participated in the torture of his old friend, Narcissa ended up leaving the room to ensure the house elves had dinner prepared for her Lord and the guests within the Malfoy manor. Nobody stopped her as Voldemort bid them to stop and then allowed the vampire to feed on and turn Severus. "We will see how Dumbledore deals with having a vampire as a professor, a vampire who is no longer any use to him as a spy," spoke Voldemort before he left the drawing room.

The vampire pounced on Severus like he was a rabbit and sank his fangs into the disgraced man's neck, a choked sob escaping the normally calm and stoic man. All he could think of was that his students joked about him being a vampire and how he was being now turned into one. He could do nothing as the vampire moaned as he drank Severus's blood, nor could he fight back as the petrification spell was still upon him though he could hear his godson's muffled cries. The other Death Eaters filed out of the room after their leader, whom had garnered some interesting information from Nagini. "My friends," Voldemort said when the Death Eaters were gathered in the dining room. "It appears that Nagini has learned something from the rat. Wormtail!"

The sniveling man scurried forward, beady eyes looking nervously about the room as his master called for him. "My Lord?"

"Tell me what you told Nagini," said Voldemort.

"My Lord…I was in Little Whining, searching for information on the Potter boy when I was chased by a cat. I managed to get away," the man blushing as there were some quiet titters from the other Death Eaters and an angry hiss from Nagini at a mangy feline hunting her prey, "and I stumbled across him in a park on his own. There was no sign of Lupin and Black that I could see."

"How much could a rat see?" questioned Nott.

"Nott, do not interrupt," spoke Voldemort.

"Apologies my Lord," said Nott, shutting up as the man turned crimson eyes on him.

"I disapparted away as soon as I knew that he was alone and told the snake who told the Dark Lord as you all know," said Peter as his cheeks turned even pinker, if that were possible, upon finishing.

"What is the plan my Lord?" questioned Lucius as some of the Death Eaters took a few moments to process this information.

"We will send a vampire to attack Potter with some Death Eaters to his location. Wormtail will show the way to this park where he spotted Potter. Upon arriving, the groups will split up with one group going to the boy's home, of which Severus was so kind to give me the information, and kill his Mudblood relatives while the others torture Potter and provide cover for the brat to be turned. Instead of killing him, it will be more interesting to watch as he finds his fame won't get him out of being labeled a subhuman and being denied an education along with all wizarding rights when he becomes a creature," said Voldemort, breaking into laugher which his followers nervously emitted. He then chose a select group of people, having Lucius lead the group and watched as they disapparted. "Soon Dumbledore, you'll see that even your precious Boy-Who-Lived…your weapon…is no match for fate."

The sky was cloudy, no starlight nor moon seen within the dark abyss that surrounded the quiet Muggle streets outside London. In a playground on Magnolia Road it was empty but a scrawny fifteen-year-old sitting on one of the swings, chains creaking within the wind that blew through the neighborhood. Head downcast, the teenager did not suspect anything would happen, remaining unaware of his surroundings but really should have been better prepared for what was to come. With nightmares plaguing him ever since he had come home on the Hogwarts Express a month ago, the lack of counseling for seeing a classmate murdered in front of him, and the lack of letters from not only his friends but his godfather as well. That really stung, when they had promised to write to him and had not done so, his godfather having snuck back to Britain from whatever tropical destination he had been hiding out in, but the man couldn't even make the time to send a letter to his own godson.

What did you expect? The man chose revenge over taking care of you after your parents lost their lives…after James lost his life. He doesn't care about you.

He does…he came to see me last year and risked Azkaban and dementors.

Then where is he now? Why doesn't he write? Why don't your so-called-friends write letters to you? They don't care about you and never did. Granger thinks too highly of herself and Weasley is only with you for your fame and money. He has such a jealous complex, it's not even funny.

His conscious taunted him like it had done ever since the end of fourth year, ever since he hoped for Hedwig to come with a letter but all she brought back were dead rats and mice. Voldemort was lying low as well for his only news from the wizarding world was his description to the Daily Prophet, which really couldn't be counted as a newspaper with writers like Rita Skeeter and the entire British magical population refusing to believe Voldemort was back. Cowards, said his consciousness. They expect a child to defeat a madman with near seventy years' experience on a boy? Why should you save them? Let them rot in their own mess they created.

"They need someone to save them," Harry said.

Why? Why should it be you? You only have four years of magical education and can't use magic outside of school. Hell, even before you became a wizard you were only concerned about saving yourself, not being noticed and keeping your head down. But when you stepped into the magical world…when you stepped into Hogwarts…you changed and developed a saving people complex. Bit strange isn't it boy?

The voice was mocking in his head and cruel laughter followed. The voice…his conscious…succeeded in its goal, to make him think. Harry lifted a hand to his forehead and rubbed at it, eyes still downcast and staring at his ragged sneakers that were wearing through like the rest of his clothing. Something sticky could be felt and he pulled his hand back to see blood staining his hand. Wha… Suddenly a searing pain laced through his skull. "Ah," he gasped, and his other hand gripped the chain holding the seat to the bars above on the swing he was sitting in, his knees shaking at the sudden rush of glee in his mind.

Harry let go of the swing's chain and fell forward onto his hands and knees as his body slumped to the ground. It didn't feel like the Cruciatris curse, which he'd experienced in the graveyard, but it was possibly a close second to what he was feeling. In the midst of his pain, Harry didn't notice the fact that Death Eaters were apparating onto Magnolia Road, not that the teenager knew what apparition was. He didn't know that Voldemort had pried the information out of his most hated professor on the location of where he lived or that his two most hated people in the world, outside of the Dursleys, had been attacked and punished by the Dark Lord.

Next Chapter: An injured Snape apparates to Hogwarts with Harry and Draco where they must leave Britain. Reeling from their respective attacks, it is decided Snape must change who he is, and the boys are deaged but something goes wrong with Harry's deaging, leading to a trip to Gringotts where an adoption takes place and the secret of Harry's changed appearance are revealed.