A/N: My muse Kokopelli has gave writing another chance and I think he likes it! We'll see how good he is after I get these reviews! Enjoy!

A Vampire Story

Chapter 9

Professor Snape

Nikolas and Damian were working like dogs. Anyone who bothered them either got yelled at or if that didn't work, get pounded to the ground.

Nikolas was feeling major hunger pains. He kept feeling as though he was going to rip someone's throat out just to inhale the sweet scent of blood. Even though he shouldn't be like this so early he had a steadily growing red rim in his black eyes.

"I think you're cracking under stress." said Damian, six hours into work. "Maybe we should take a break, maybe we can go and visit Hermione or talk to Bill."

"No," replied Nikolas, whereas the red rim around his eyes was getting steadily thicker, "we have to continue this. I want to find this cure this week."

"It's not going to happen. This could take months, years even."

"But I don't want it to take that long! I want to get rid of it now!" Nikolas had tears building up in his dark eyes.

"I know you do, but... this has never been tried before, there's no Professor Snape to tell us what we're doing wrong-"

"Wait! That's it! Professor Snape!"

"What do you mean?"

"Professor Snape, now I think of the miserable young bat! We can get Snape to help us find a cure to save us from ourselves and this hell hole!"

For a second, Damian's eyes lit up so brightly it was as if his green eyes shone through the black, then they dies down. "Your plan would be brilliant Nick, but there's a flaw in your plan. We don't know where Professor Snape lives."

"Are you forgetting what month it is?" Nikolas asked, eye's still shining with pure joy. Damian's eyes started to shine again.

"December!" they both squealed happily.

"That's perfect he's at Hogwarts!" squealed Damian.

"Yes! And Dumbledore could help us too!" cried Nikolas, each word laced in undying happiness.

"Let's go straightaway." They ran out of Damian's room laughing in delight with bags slung around their shoulders, making them look like total and complete idiots.

Ron and Harry (A/N: Remember, they look like themselves right now because they're not being referred as Nikolas and Damian:-)) walked to the stone gargoyle at the stairwell that led to Albus Dumbledore's office. "Um, do you have any idea what the password is?" Harry asked

"Um, can we still read minds in human form?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Why?"

"Duh. We can read Professor Dumbledore's mind for the password."

"Can't we just guess? I'll feel guilty if we do read his mind and-"

"What's this talk about reading thoughts?" said a very familiar voice behind the two young men.

"Professor Dumbledore," said Ron, "we really need to talk to you."

"It seems so," replied Dumbledore with a small chuckle and a twinkle in his eyes, "why don't you follow me. Weasleys Wizard Wheezes." The gargoyle sprang aside and the two vampires followed Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry up the stone steps.

"Now, what do you two want to speak to me about?" asked the ageing Professor.

"We got ourselves into a kind of, problem." said Harry.

"Yes you see, something happened and we need help trying to fix it." added Ron.

"And what would this problem be?" Dumbledore asked.

Since there were basically no words to describe it, they both ran a finger up their bite marks and in unison, transformed. "We want to find a cure you see." said Nikolas in a very quiet voice.

"Ah." replied Dumbledore, showing no signs of fear.

"We worked for 6 hours today and still nothing!"

"Do you have anything to work off of?"

"Yes." said Damian and he pulled out the glass water bottle. "This brings down cravings dramatically and Ron and I have been using it for quite awhile now."

Dumbledore nodded. "Damian who turned you?"

"Wait, how do you know that's my name?"

"I knew you were a vampire the whole time my dear boy."

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Damian was fuming. Why did everyone always have to keep secrets from him? Especially the ones about himself.

Dumbledore sighed gently. He looked at Harry apologetically. "Lily and James didn't want me to tell you because they wanted you to have a normal life."

"Oh, well to answer your question, Spike Wesley bit me. Why?"

"Just wondering. So, back to business, that's good you have something to work off of. Did you make any notes?"

"Yes, we have a whole notebook full of them." said Nikolas. "The point is, we want Professor Snape to help us, or at least the non pure 'blooded' vampires, be cured of this so, do you think you could get him to help us?".

"Let me go talk to him and I'll be back really soon to tell you okay?" The two nodded and Dumbledore walked out of the door.

"No, no, and... NO!" were the words of Severus Snape.

"Severus, these men need you." replied Dumbledore.

"I don't care! I hate them, the both of them!"

"Severus you know that's not true. You don't hate them. It seemed as though you did but you know you didn't. They need help, they worked six straight hours and found nothing, no discoveries, zip. They were crying in my office because they need your help on being normal again."

Severus bit back the urge to laugh. The old man must have been crazy to think that he would work with the two boys whom he detested the most. "I'm sorry but I can't do it. It's their fault that they got bitten, not mine."

"Well I'm sorry too Severus but you will have to do this on my orders. Because you are also struggling too. You once tried to find a cure but gave up as I remember."

"But I-"

"Severus, this won't only help them, but it will also help you."

Severus just looked at him for a long time. "Your right. Time to be normal."