Draco felt a strange pulling at his chest, and opened his eyes. There, standing in front of him, was the strange creature, holding a human heart. Draco's eyes grew wide. He looked down at his own chest, and there was a simple hole where his heart should have been, but curiously, no blood seeped from the wound.
"Now, now, do not fret! This is a mere example of what you are now. You are the first that I have granted this gift in well over a century." snarled Erasmus.
Draco fought the terror that seemed to be crawling up his spine, and continued to look the creature in the eyes.
"You have not simply become one of my offspring, young sir, but an equal. Others, like your darling Professor, are offspring of sorts."
"What are you doing? Is this some bloody trick?" Draco spat.
"Ahhh, see here, young sir. That is why you have been given the gift. Not simply the gift of immortality, but the gift of a god."
"A god? You? I can hardly believe it."
Erasmus began to squeeze Draco's heart in his fist. Draco felt the pain instantly and cried out.
"Dragon, you have been given the ultimate gift. You have been chosen to share blood with the ancients. Your blood is no longer entirely your own, but mingled with countless souls. You are unique." Erasmus simply pushed Draco's heart back into the boy's chest, once in its proper home, it began to beat normally.
"What. Have. You. Done. To. Me." Draco snarled.
"You have been made, to put it bluntly, a master vampire."
"A What!"
"Yes, your father really should have taken better care of you. You've been half since birth. Now, you not only have the power from your father, but I allowed your blood to fully combine with mine, and let me tell you, from this point on, you will not find a stronger being of our kind than yourself. Your father is strong in his own right, but even he did not get to fully mingle with me. You, dear boy, will do great things."
Draco was stunned. His father was Snape, some old bloody vampire decided to give him eternal death, and now, he was being told that he was some sort of bizarre vampiric Harry Potter- this was not a good day.
Severus smirked as Miss Granger left his chambers. He knew that it would only be a matter of time for her to overcome her initial shock- then what he dreaded would come to pass. He would never hear the end of her questions, and that, in and of itself, terrified him. Hermione Granger, as all of the Hogwart's staff knew, would never let something anything alone when she didn't know much about it. He and Harry were decidedly in trouble. And Severus actually felt sorry for Harry. The poor boy didn't know the answer to half of the questions Miss Granger would come up with.
Severus walked back into his bedchamber and looked at Harry.
"Tomorrow, you will be able to go back to your dorms. For the time being, it would probably be best if you fed here, considering your sloppy eating habits. I will give you the password to my chambers. You can leave your bloodstone here with me."
Harry smiled at Snape. "Alright, Professor, but do you think that it will be safe enough?"
"Mister Potter. I have not let you down yet, have I?" Snape raised an eyebrow.
"No, sir. But what about the sunlight?" Harry asked.
"That we will take care of this evening. It requires a relatively simply potion to brew. I will teach you how to make it yourself this evening, but for the time being, you can share my stock. When you come to feed, simply make sure to drink a vial of the potion. It can be found in the drawer of the stand next to the bed."
Harry reached to his left and pulled open the table drawer. There, in immaculately arranged rows, were at least 30 small vials of blue liquid. Harry closed the dresser drawer and looked back to Snape.
"Thank you, Professor."
Snape nodded. "Now, get out of that bed, and take a shower. You can borrow a set of my robes for the time being. You've been wearing those same garments for too long."
Harry quickly jumped out of bed and ran into the door that Severus pointed to. As soon as Severus heard the water begin to run, he walked to his armoire and pulled out a set of robes. In the blink of an eye, he cast a slight shrinking spell on the robes to make them about Potter's size. He walked over to the lavatory door and knocked.
"Potter. I am going to open the door and set the robes inside. Take as long as you like." Severus heard a light hearted mumble from the boy and assumed that all was well. He opened the door just enough to set the robes inside and closed the door when he was certain that the robes were out of the path of the door.
Severus had just finished righting the bed and pulling out his portable potions lab when the familiar foul smell hit his nostrils. Severus slowly turned round. He was greeted with a sight that chilled him to the bone. Erasmus had arrived alright, but there, standing next to him with a strange glint in his eye was his son.
"Draco?" Severus asked inquisitively.
Erasmus patted Draco's shoulder and turned to Severus. "You simply do not know how to finish a task, do you Severus? Instead of taking care of your own son, you saved the Potter boy. How do you think that makes your own son feel?"
Severus could hardly contain his ire. He glared at Erasmus with hatred. "The only reason that my son had not been taken care of at this point was that I had to attend to a suicidal boy. Then manage to get him to the state in which I would not have to fear him trying the idiocy again. And you feel you have the right to brandish words against my character? Erasmus, you have done only one thing for me in my life, and that is to keep it going when I truly believe I would be better off dead. But no, you insist on making my life worse, and better yet, there is nothing that I can do about it. And worst of all, you give me this charge, and then set out to point out my blunders before I even manage to commit them."
Erasmus looked at Severus in shock. "Dear boy! That is not how I meant it at all."
Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Really? I rather thought that running in here, declaring statements about my lack of care for my son rather proved my point justifiably."
It was that moment that Harry chose to return from the lavatory. He turned from a really angered Snape, to a confused looking Draco, to a man that looked like he appeared in a Muggle horror comic.
"Um…sorry if I'm interrupting anything." Harry turned to go back into the lavatory.
"Potter, you might as well stay and meet the esteemed presence who granted this curse upon us."
Harry looked at Snape in shock. Draco simply had his head bowed to the floor, and the creature looked at Snape with sadness in his eyes.
"Severus, you should know me by now. I had to be snide to you. You never seem to listen to me except when I am anything but. I chose to help you by bringing your son over. In fact, you should be grateful. He has been given the gift."
Severus turned, looked at Draco with his head down, and looked back at Erasmus.
"Apparently, you've been away from humanity entirely too long. The only thing that you have accomplished is that now my son thinks that I think of him as worthless, which is anything but the truth. What is the use of the gift, Erasmus, if the boy becomes a Wildling?"
Erasmus steadied himself, his eyes turning black with rage. "What is the use of a father, Severus, if your son never knew of you except in the ruse of a Professor?"