Author's Note: Right, so whining and lamenting will get me nowhere so here's the follow-up to the last chapter. Again, I apologize for the last chapter's whining and self-pity.

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Feel my Fangs

Chapter Eleven – Captured in a Coffin

Annoying Slytherins and getting them worked up against each other can be a fun pastime, as long as one doesn't get caught.

Harry leaned on a wall, catching his breath. He sneaked a peak around the corner. The corridor of the seventh floor was devoid of people. His back still glued to the wall, Harry made his way to the entrance of the room of requirement. He kept looking back and forth nervously, for he did not want to be discovered just yet.

As he was pacing in front of the wall, muttering furiously 'a place to hide, a place to hide,' Harry heard voices around the corner.

"He must be there! Where else would he be? That's where he used to have his little defence club."

Harry recognized the voice as that of professor McGonagall. Betrayed by his ex-head of house, Harry anxiously waited for a door to appear.

By the time Harry heard a pair of feet turning the corner, most of his body had already entered the room of requirement. He slammed the door shut and wished for the room to become locked to all except himself. Hopefully, he could wait them out. And if not, he'd think of something then.

"He's locked himself in!" the voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt said.

"We must get him out," Dumbledore said. "There are many forces after him after the horror perpetuated at the ministry."

"Harry, you must come out!" McGonagall addressed Harry, who was nervously looking at the doorknob rattle, wondering if the magic of the room was going to hold against three experienced wizards. "You've been charged for murder, uprising and treason. We can help you!"

"I somehow doubt your sincerity. If I recall, last time, you threw me in a dungeon and waited for vampire exterminators to arrive," Harry snorted. "I'm staying right where I am, thank you very much."

"Tell us what you did with Hermione Granger?!" Kingsley said sharply, his patience waning. "You—" He was shushed by both McGonagall and Dumbledore.

"Hey I just got a cup of fresh blood! It's good human blood too. I wonder where the room of requirement gets it. Do you think it just steals it from surrounding people?" Harry said, taking a sip while ignoring the adults' rant.

The three adults outside clutched their neck nervously before resuming banging on the door.

"The ministry knows you're hiding in Hogwarts!" Kingsley threatened. "You should give yourself up or we'll have to employ more drastic methods."

"Please, Harry, there are methods to diminish your vampire traits," Dumbledore said. "We can help you become human again."

"I think I have more humane traits than you do, you old goat," Harry said. "See, you're an animal. At least I'm a dark creature, so technically you're inferior to me, right?"

"Harry, you're parents did not give up their lives to have you become some sort of dark lord!" McGonagall said sternly. "Your mother and your father would turn in their graves if they knew what you were up to."

"I daresay they'll like that for a change," Harry said, resuming his blood sipping. "I wonder if I can find some blood-flavored candy…"

"Dumbledore, the boy is clearly not listening," Kingsley said. "He is a danger to the students and the populace in general. We must force our way in and take him into the ministry's custody."

Harry heard Dumbledore sigh. "This is your last chance, Harry. Will you turn yourself in? I promise I can tone down your sentence."

"…What part of no do you not understand?"

There was silence outside and then: "You may proceed as you wish, auror," Harry heard Dumbledore say. Harry bit his lip and waved his wand to add extra charms on the door—just in case, the room's magic failed. He hoped it was enough. He had acted all high and mighty, but the truth is that he only had a fifth year's education. Anything he didn't know he had to look through a book. His left fang pierced through his lower lip as he paced in front of the rattling door, trying to remember more locking charms and failing miserably.

"I thought I was supposed to be so cooool, now that I had vampire powers," Harry said to himself sarcastically. "Obviously being fast and strong has no use when you're cornered in a stupid little room and can't think of locking charms."

He punched the wall angrily. He barely produced a bent but it got him thinking. He felt the wall with his hand and further prodded the material with a few well-aimed kicks.

"If the entrance is blocked, then create another one…" Harry muttered to himself. He pulled his wand out and stepped back from the wall.

One thing that bothered him was that the room of requirement didn't exactly exist in the physical sense. So if he blasted his way out of the room, would he end up in some sort of limbo or parallel plane?

"What the hell did I use at the vampire lair last time?" he asked himself. "Meh. I'm super Harry, so something is bound to happen." He aimed his wand.

BLAST!! The wall crumbled and dust flew all over the place, obscuring Harry's vision. Harry shut his eyes firmly and gripped his wand. There was now a newly made hole in the room of requirement. The one problem was that Harry wasn't the one who had created it.

Harry heard a yell of "He's in the corner!" which was followed by a surge of spells that you just can't avoid or block when you can't see a thing and when there are three walls and a bunch of wizards between you and the exit. The world's first wizard vampire, bloody murderer, Hogwarts dropout and evil dark creature, Harry, was caught.

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Harry opened his eyes to be bathed in utter darkness. He fidgeted but was unable to get out of the chains that bound his extremities to both ends of whatever he was being held in. Using his elbows and his knees, Harry tried to bump his way around his cage. It was rather difficult as he was lying down and was able to move only as far as about two inches.

He figured he was in a rectangular box of metal as the sides clang when he bumped his head on the cover of the box. Continuing to feel his way around, he further realized that this was no regular box; it was a metal coffin. A coffin designed to hold him for a very long time.

"Until I run out of blood and dry up and turn to dust?" Harry eyes widened in the darkness. "No, no, there'll be a trial. I'll be able to escape then…They can't possibly leave me here for the rest of my immortal days!?"

"And that's exactly what they're going to do," the imp in the back of Harry's head said. "What else were you expecting after organizing that uprising and killing so many people!"

"But I was trying to make the world a better place," Harry retorted. "I wanted to have equal rights for all dark creatures!"

"That's not how they saw it," the imp said.

"I'm their savior, they won't dare leave me here, with Voldemort still running around."

"You became a even greater danger than Voldemort," the imp said matter-of-factly. "You were an unknown variable. They don't know what wizard vampires can do. They do know the extent, however formidable, of Voldemort's powers. You outlived your usefulness, kiddo."

"That can't be…" Harry said. "I'm starting to feel a little claustrophobic."

"My, you're incredibly slow and hard-head today, aren't you," the imp in the back of Harry's head said.

"Denial and looking for motives will get me nowhere," Harry agreed with himself forcefully, refusing to panic even more. "But I seriously can't think of a way of getting myself out of here without a wand."

"Accidental magic," the imp said.

"Right, but I'm not scared or angry enough."

"Oh you will be, just wait until the blood lust hits and you realize that you'll never be able to feed again. Your mind will be alert as you're body slowly deteriorates and decomposes. I can't wait to see your expression when you realize that all that's left of you is a couple of degenerated brain cells."

"Hey, you're like me, in the back of my head," Harry said angrily. "Aren't you supposed to help me?"

The imp was silent.

"I blame my increasing loony-ness on my mounting claustrophobia," Harry muttered to himself. "I wonder if I can chew my way out?"

Several attempts later, Harry was still chained up, lying inside his metal coffin and getting both hungrier and colder. His fangs were feeling somewhat sore too. Obviously they were only good to rip the sweet flesh off a person's neck.

"Holy fuck, I really am going to rot here."

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Almost a decade later.

"I'm telling you, this is worth big money!" the woman said to her partner as they sifted through the antique furniture, the high mirrors and the strange toys all around the dusty room. "The place is guarded so heavily. There's bound to be some treasure! The old coot's been around for ages and is filthy rich."

"Right, so please explain to me why we've only found skulls with abnormal long teeths and a room full of old man memorabilia?" her partner hissed angrily while looking over his shoulder to make sure no one else was listening to their conversation. "I promised the guys I hired they'd get a cut of whatever we found. If there's nothing, then who knows what they might do!"

"Relax," the woman stopped at wall from which was hanging a huge portrait of a fat lady. "Look behind this painting."

Her partner beckoned at two of the men who went and pushed off the painting. The fat lady let out a small squeal.

"Did you hear something?" the woman's partner said nervously. "I think I heard a noise from there…"

"You're imagining things, you doofus-brain," the woman said, her eyes on the two men who were struggling with the weight of the portrait. "Hey, you two, be careful with that portrait! It's probably worth more that both your lives!"

A fifth person made his way into the room. "Hey I got the dynamite, did you—" He stopped and stared along with the four others at the circular entrance, blocked by a huge wooden cross, which itself was wrapped in garlic and smaller golden crosses.

"What the hell is wrong with your employer?" the woman's partner said. "Has he got a vampire paranoia thing or what?"

"He's peculiar, is all I can say," the woman frowned at the cross. "It's probably proof of his upcoming dementia. You two there, get the cross off."

Grumbling, the two men removed the garlic and the huge cross. As they worked, they pocketed a few of the golden crosses.

The doorway now cleared of the cross and other obstructions was still barred by several locking apparatus.

"Hey get your dynamite up."

It didn't take long for a loud 'boom to be heard' and dust to spread all over the place.

The man slipped on the liquid spilling onto the floor and slammed his head on the coffin. Stumbling, he pulled himself up using the coffin as leverage and slipped again. He fell, his back painfully hitting the metal coffin. His eyes had shut in pain and when he opened them again, it was to the sight of sharp pikes coming down from the ceiling.

The pikes struck him through the chest and the stomach. He let out a gurgling sound and blood poured out of his mouth and his pierced body parts. Unbeknownst, to the others who watched in horror, his blood was slowly being siphoned into the coffin, leaving the top once again spotless.

"What the fuck is that," the other man screamed. "You never told us there'd be fucking booby traps!"

Staring in abject revulsion and fear at the fellow who had just gotten impaled by pikes dropped on top of him, the other man backed out into a doorway lining the wall of the coffin room—and was swiftly crushed by a descending chain door. The door went up and down, each time, squishing more of the man until no more sounds were heard from the mess that used to be a human body. When the door finally went up and stayed there, the man wasn't much more than a pile of bloody gook with splattered organs mixed with broken bones.

"Shit, shit, shit," the woman said, her eyes glued to what seemed to be a floating eyeball. "I didn't realize the old man was so sadistic."

"Understatement of the century," her partner said, his eyes fixated on the torn-up man lying on the coffin. "This isn't sadism, this is the old man trying to protect his treasure! It must be bloody worth it!"

The woman turned her head to look at her partner, her eyes wide. "You think he's protecting something? I think there's something mighty dangerous in that coffin!"

"That's just a trick to make us leave," her partner said. "Hey dynamite-kid, get the body off the coffin, we're going to take the coffin back."

"I'm so excited at what's in there," the man said, his eyes bulging. He rubbed in hands in glee. The woman just shook her head at him in disgust before heading over to help the other man with removing the coffin.

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They managed to undo the straps holding onto the metal coffin and once that was done, moving the coffin became an easier task. They made their way out of the safe and out of the building, eager to get out of the cursed place.

They stuffed the coffin in the back of the mini-van and left rapidly. They reached an abandoned warehouse with a large field and loaded the coffin onto a small airplane.

They were flying over the Atlantic when the unsuspecting man skilled with dynamites decided he wanted to take a peak into the coffin, hoping to get some treasures before the woman and her partner.

"Hello, you wee little coffin," he said, as he tried to pull out the screws holding the cover down. "What treasures are you hiding in there?"

He managed to hurt himself and droplets of blood fell onto the coffin. The man watched in amazement as the blood was quickly sucked into the coffin.

"What the fuck?" he continued to remove the screws. He opened the coffin.

He didn't have time to yell. He waved his arms in vain as he face was eaten away by some corpse with surprisingly sharp teeth. He eventually fell limp.

His body half dried-up, his mouth covered with human blood, the corpse licked his fangs. He threw the chewed up muggle on the ground and advanced towards the control room where the other two muggles were holed up.

"Saved by a bunch of muggle grave robbers," Harry said, taking the remaining chains off his torso and his arms, as he stepped over the dead body. "How pathetic of me."

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Author's Note: I admit it. The last part was loosely based on a scene in 'Dracula 2000' a pathetic vampire movie with badly done romance and unfounded religious references. But I rather liked the scene where they stole the vampire's coffin because of the traps and the gore so I wiggled it into this story…