Disclaimer: Nope do not own it.

Watching the Vampire leave Harry thought on what had happened over the last couple of hours. Snape was certainly acting weird, he was being so careful as if he was afraid to break him. Any time he had touched him he was exceedingly gently. Thinking on that he noted that Snape's hands were not as clammy as he had thought they would be. In fact the felt the same as a live persons, although they were a bit cool.

Just then, the man came back a cup of something in his hands. He handed it to Harry. It was warm to the touch and Harry looked inside, the liquid was clear with an orangey yellow color. "Just a bit of broth, I didn't think it wise to give you anything solid yet." Harry nodded and sipped at the warm liquid slowly.

"Thank you." He said after the warmth settled in his stomach. Snape nodded and perched on the arm of the couch opposite him. "How long do you think we will be here, sir?"

Snape had been expecting that question but not before the ones about his lineage. "Until the house elf comes, Potter, which should be in about two days." Potter nodded slowly, but then asked.

"Wouldn't it just be easier to Apperate to Hogwarts?"

Snape shook his head. "Can't this house is heavily warded, it let us port in but after that only the designated house elf can get us in or out."

"I see. Slytherin precaution I am assuming."

Snape nodded and there was along pause. "I'm surprised that you haven't asked me further about my…condition. Why is that?"

"You don't want to talk about it." Potter answered with a small shrug.

"Is that so? How can you be sure?" Snape queried and rose one slender brow.

"You left the room after speaking of your mother, sir. You may think I'm daft, but I'm not completely oblivious." Lowering his gaze a way from the older mans glare, Harry placed the broth and his glasses on the table and laid down drawing the afghan around him tightly.

Snape had not been expecting such a submissive attitude from the boy, who was usually the cause of his annoyance, now though Severus was more than just a little worried. Of course he understood that the child had been through a lot over the last few days, well the last few months really, losing his godfather and all, but he had thought Potter a bit more resilient than this. Up until now, nothing seemed to inhibit the boy….or maybe it had and Potter just had not shown it.

Harry feigned sleep, hoping that Snape would just leave him alone. He had not meant to anger the man, but he was sure he had. It was just his luck too; he was only trying to be honest with his Potions Professor, but now...now he just prayed that he would make it out of this. From what he remembered, Vampires were very sultry creatures, that liked to play with their pray before feeding, and while he could not see Snape acting like some horny teenager he knew that making him mad was a bad thing, vampire or not.

The room was oppressively quiet, but Snape could tell that the boy was not asleep his mind was too active. Snape was being careful not to listen in on the thoughts racing through the boy's head. Potter was frightened, he had been wary of him before, but now he was terrified. Sighing he transfigured the Couch into a bed and grabbed two more blankets off a chair in the corner of the room.

Harry started when he felt another blanket settle over him, he could feel Snape standing over him and resisted the urge to move away. "You really should relax, Potter. You'll never get any rest cogitating over when I'm likely to feed from you again." Harry felt a weight shift behind him and realized that Snape had transfigured the couch into a bed. Then he tensed when the other mans presents drew close enough for him to feel warm breath against his ear. "You really have nothing to worry, I'm quite full."

Severus smirked when the boy's jaw clenched, this Potter was taking his 'condition', or what he knew of it, significantly better than his senior had. "You said…" The boy whispered, obviously questioning his earlier admission, of not truly feeding from him. His fear saturating his words to the point that they nearly trembled the consternation in boy's words however hid that.

"I had my fill of blood long before my little tryst with you, Potter. My fellows amongst the Dark Lords ranks were most helpful with that actually," Severus smirked as a shudder passed through his unwilling charge. "Perhaps it would be a good idea to block your mind, before he finds them and decides to posses you again." Green eyes glared at him for that last comment and he returned it with a rare, but almost evil smirk.

Harry tried not to lose his composure, but he had not realized Snape was that close. He had known the man was close enough for him to feel the heat of breath against his skin, but the fact that the man was close enough so that he was nearly touching him… Harry swallowed. "You know it isn't like I actually want him to posses me…" He stated his anger, sating some of the fear he had felt moments before. Then Snape narrowed his eyes and he had to force himself to stay still.

"No, of course not…" Severus hissed. "You just don't listen to those who are trying to protect you, and carry on like a child when an adult will not give you what you want."

"With all due respect sir!" Harry ground out. "But all I ever asked for was not to be left in the dark, especially when it is my life on the line, as well as the people that I care about. The only reason I did not try harder, with occlumency was that no one explained why it was so bloody important that I learn it. I didn't even know that Voldemort could posses me until that night at the ministry or that he could see through my eyes like I could…" Suddenly that not so familiar feeling, of something coiling with in him rushed Harry's senses. He looked at Snape in fear before closing his eyes, clenching his jaw in an effort to push the feeling away. It was then that his scar screamed with pain, as Voldemorte's anger hit him full tilt.

Severus knew what was happening when the boy looked at him, panic outlining every inch of the youths face. When a pained look stretched across pale skin, he started his own attack on the boy's mind, though less intrusively. He heard the child gasp as the dark Lord pushed through his meager shields, but Severus was not worried, as he quickly place his own defenses around the boy's mind.

Harry felt himself lose his control over his body, but it felt different from the last two times he had been possessed, as he did not feel Voldemort take control. Finding that he was not imprisoned in some subconscious section of his mind he tried to figure out what was happening. That was when he found Snape facing of against Voldemort for control of his mind. "I'm very disappointed in you my black viper." The serpent like man hissed. "Siding with that blithering old fool and his 'golden Gryffindor's.

"I've never sided with anyone, you knew that from the beginning Tom. I have always done what felt right at the time, and I stopped believing your cause shortly after I joined the ranks, blood is blood no matter whether it is muggle or wizard, Half blood or muggle-born, I should know after all I've tasted them each. It is all red and each hold that last thought of death that fades with their final heart beat. You and your cause died for me long before Harry vanquished you…" Snape sneered. "You never should have killed Lily's parents, she was my best friend and I couldn't bare to see her in pain, especially since I could have prevented it."

Harry was transfixed on the rigid from of his Potions Professor, had the man just admitted that he had been friends with his mother, a muggle-born witch, his best friend. Voldemort was livid, and the pain sent Harry's mental self to his knees and the brink of passing out. "What's wrong Tom? Surprised, that I managed to fool you for so long, or is it because you know that as long as I'm guarding Potter and teaching him to defend himself against you, you don't stand a chance of possessing him?" Harry whimpered, what did Snape hope to gain by provoking him like that, aside from causing him to black out. "Come here Harry."

Snape called reaching his handout behind him, and Harry felt himself moving towards the man even though he was still kneeling on the ground. When he was close enough his dark haired protector helped him up and braced him against the dizzying pain of his scar. The safe feeling that washed over as Snape circled his arm around his waist caused Harry more than a little confusion. "Sir?"

"It's alright child, I'm only here to help you." Harry nodded and found that he understood. Snape wasn't going to push Voldemort out of his mind, but he would keep the mad man from possessing him.

"Tell me what to do." His voice was firmer than he expected it to be, but he ignored it as he was trying to ignore the pain. Opening his eyes he had to squint as another bolt of pain shot through his scar.

"Do you see what is behind him?"

"You won't be able to block me boy!" The snake man sneered, but Harry forced himself to ignore it and looked behind the man. It took him a moment but then he realized what he was looking at. It was the link Voldemort had forged when he marked Harry as a baby. It looked like a worm hole from one of the shows the Dudley liked to watch, Sliders he thought the name was. Only this wasn't blue, no it was black and purple, Harry nodded.

"You need to block that off any way you can think of, like the gate house at Hogwarts, or the doors that protect Gringots vaults. Those will work…"Snape was cut off because at that moment Voldie chose to attack the mental defenses the vampire had put up. Harry tensed as he felt the power wash over him but that was all he felt. He could see how ever an almost transparent wall of color between himself and Voldemort, it was flexible, moving as if it was being pushed. "Hurry build your door so we can push him out." Snape whispered in his ear, his voice strained slightly in concentration.

"How?"

"Think it, and it will build it self, just don't let your conviction waver until it is finished." Harry nodded and did as he was told. Closing his eyes he pictured the link with stone gate houses sealing it on either side, and open gates waiting to be closed. A few minutes past and Snape gave him a gentle squeeze. "There that's it." And then he gasped as another attack befell his shields and the dark mark flared on his arm.

"Sir?" Harry had to ask as the older man tensed.

"Push him out, Potter." Snape hissed obviously in pain and Harry tried to do as he was asked, but he wasn't sure how to. "Think of what you want, its your mind. How did you get him out the last time?"

Harry blinked, and remembered Sirius.