I can only describe it as torture. Pain constantly washed throughout my body. Fire cold as ice seemed to seep in my bones. If this is what it's like to die, I'd rather face Voldemort a hundred times before doing this again. And then suddenly, it was over. My body cooled, reminding me of molten lava in some ways. Then, for what seemed like the first time, I opened my eyes.
It was dark out, but I could see everything as clear as day. Every line, every shadow, every tiny detail of my room, I saw. I turned my head, looking out the window. Then I gasped. It was beautiful out. The moon was full tonight, just hovering in the sky. It illuminated the entire yard, the entire street. It was like I had been blinded for the last sixteen years.
I rose to my feet, perfectly silent in the way I moved. I went to the window, marveling at the sight, before falling to my knees.
The burning in the back of my throat had returned, only a thousand times worse. It was very similar to the burning I had experienced just minutes ago. I knew there was only one way to make it stop, make it go away.
Without looking back, I climbed out the window, landing nimbly on the grass. I took off, sticking to the shadows.
A mere ten minutes later, I was on the other side of town. What was often known as the bad side of town. A large, boisterous group of drunk teens passed and I quickly took a step back, hiding in the shadows. I locked eyes with one, almost hypnotizing him. He paused, being pulled in.
"I'll... I'll see you guys later. I need to go see something," he said, heading towards my alley. The others barely noticed, just kept on going. He walked until he was right beside me. Then I moved.
I easily grabbed him, holding him still as my fangs pierced the skin on his neck. He stopped struggling, eyes glazed over. I knew it was a side effect of being bitten. Once I had taken my fill I picked him up, propping him at the mouth of the alley so when he woke up, he wouldn't be too confused.
Heading back to the place I currently called home, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder before once again, my world went back.
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Walking into Harry's room, I dropped my glass of wine, the only alcohol left in the house. Harry was gone. A part of me felt like rejoicing, he had survived. He had made it. But another part was worried, I wasn't there when he woke up. He had gone to feed probably without thinking. I sighed and followed his trail out the window.
I paused at ever point he had paused, noticing how he had kept to the badly lit areas. I saw some teenager getting up from where he was sitting, disoriented and confused. I also saw the familiar marks on the side of his neck, signaling he had been fed from recently.
Circling back around, his trail was heading home. I breathed a sigh of relief, he was on his way home. Just to be safe, I continued to follow his trail when I picked out something else. Something that told me I should recognize it, but I didn't.
When the two trails intercepted, I knew what happened. Harry had been captured by Voldemort.
A/N: So here's this chapter. Nothing much really goes on except for Snape tries to get drunk (he fails, and you'll find out why in later chapters). But anyways, there's going to be a lot more to this story than I originally planned. I only wanted about 8 chapters, and I'm currently at 18. And, to make up for my complete and utter lack of updating (dodges rotten fruit) there is going to be one tomorrow morning, bright and early.
This has nothing to do with this story, but I'm in a play! I didn't want to be, but determined English teachers are very persuasive...
Also, I want to know what you guys thinks going to happen? How will Severus save Harry? Will Harry even be alive by the time he gets there? Dun dun dun!