Disclaimer: who besides me are tired of these? We all know we don't own any of these works… *grumble* no only J.K. Rowling has that privilege.

Warning: Insane people running around jumping others of the same sex. Let us hope you survive. All lemon will remain thank you…

Summary: so where did we leave off? Ah yes Harry was saved by his most hated professor….. And I just realized there are no other summaries attached to previous chapters…..glares at computer. Oh well. So here is the summary. It's the summer before Harry's 7th. No Voldemort isn't dead. The snake face continues to haunt us all. And he has ordered his trusted *cough* potions master to bring the boy to him. What shall he do? Take Harry from is bloody God Awful relatives that's what! And to make matters worse he's a vampire and found his mate. Guess who?

A/N: And I officially dedicate this chapter to Remember Everything by Five Finger Death Punch. I am currently in love this song. This is a brand new chapter! Well to you guys. This was written… okay well mostly. Before I left. I hope you enjoy it. Give me your ideas.

*note* OHFG… o.O I just realized something vital. And it made me stop and think. Snape removed Harry's clothes to heal him. Harry walked out of the room and sat with McGonagall. in his boxers. I need to rectify this situation. I shall edit the previous chapters dealing with this. But that will have to wait. Or I may leave it. Yes I will leave it.

Part 13: Harry; Snapes Bed

Harry woke shivering under the blanket. His body convulsing more as his body woke up. Sitting up in the bed? When had he gotten there? Looking around the room he saw the little bit of furniture left that wasn't destroyed. The bed he was currently sitting in. The rest of the room, as it stood, looked as though a hurricane of fire backed by Voldemort's crazy cronies had destroyed the room. He hugged his knees to his chest. The black duvet cushioned the tight grip he had in his knees. Slowly memories of the night before, was it the night before? His hands tightened on his knees. Snape. He looked at the room and felt a twinge of guilt. He had destroyed his professors' quarters. The magic used still hung in the air. A slight crackling barely noticeable if one didn't look for it. he remembered the feeling of the magic in Dumbledore's office after he had gotten angry and destroyed. Much like he had done this room. He looked around again and noticed his trunk lying lopsided on the ground. Throwing the blanket to the side he noticed something he failed to the previous night. He was only in a pair of grey boxers.

Sudden horror sank into his skin and swiftly it started turning a brilliant red that would have put the Weasleys to shame. His hands covered his face as he groaned. His head fell back onto the pillows and he laid there. He could only imagine the headmistress sitting behind the desk the next time he saw her. That stupid smirk on her face. A crazy twinkle in her eyes. He would never hear the end of it. He pushed his hands through his hair and thought. Though that man. He felt like he knew him. The horror crept back through him. Someone he didn't even know had seen him. He wished he knew a spell that would make the bed swallow him.

After a couple of minutes he turned his head back towards his trunk. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed he pulled his trunk towards him. Flipping the latch he looked for a certain bag. Before he had left for the summer the twins had made a surprise visit and enlisted the help of Hermione and Ron to drag him down the Hogsmead to buy proper clothes. He had stashed the clothes in his trunk. To keep save from the prying eyes of his relatives. His hand connected with the strings attached to the bag and he pulled it from among the mess. His wand fell from his trunk landing near his foot. He left it there for a second before reaching his hand into the bag.

Harry stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom he had found to the side of the bed. After showering all evidence of the tears away he had pulled out a pair of faded black jeans that fit to his form low on his hips but hung loosely on his legs and the black dragon hide belt that kept them from falling from his hips. He fingered the slight white line that ran from his collar bone to just above his navel. He hated his uncle. His hand clenched and took the towel from around his neck to finish drying his hair. His feet carried him back the bad and knocked against something. Harry picked up his wand and looked around.

The room was still destroyed. What used to be an armoire was lying on its side splinters of it scattered all over the room. Lazily swishing his wand in the direction of the armoire reparo leaving his lips the dark cherry wood molded itself back together and stood proud in the corner. He stopped to admire the woodwork before looking around at the various pieces of clothing lying around the room. The nearest one was what remained of a teaching robe. He could only tell because of the glinting black buttons or what used to be buttons. He tried repairing the fabric but it refused. Grimacing he banished whatever ruined clothing he found, placing wasn't in the armoire. It seemed that all his teaching robes had been the only clothing that had been in there. After repairing what he could Harry looked around the clean room.

The cherry wood armoire matched the dark wood of the aged looking chair that sat near a modern oil lamp in the corner. And they all matched the dark wood of the king size bed that sat in the middle of the room. Actually taking the time to inspect the bed he had spent the night on he felt the cool black silk that hung from the posts and was also the same material that the sheets were made from. What he had thought was a black duvet turned out to be a deep green that matched the soft carpet the covered the floor. He curled his toes into the material as he straightened the bedding. The sea he had felt himself floating in was a soft yet firm mattress with an over abundance of pillows.

He turned from the bed and sat in front of his trunk. A brief flash from number 4 private drive made him double check his things. He didn't trust Snape to get all of his things. He felt relief at telling Hedwig to stay with Hermione over the summer. Not many new that he and Hermione had enchanted his trunk. He cleared everything out of his trunk. Putting them in three piles. School. Personal. And trinkets. Looking into the bottom of his trunk he stood and grabbed a hold of the handle at the bottom and opened the hatch the was normally hidden by all his belongings. Grabbing what personal items bar clothing and trinkets that had been in the trunk he stepped onto the steps and down into the hidden compartment of the trunk. There was a bookshelf sitting against one wall. And a chair with accompanying lamp next to it. He placed whatever books he was holding onto the shelf and walked over to the other shelves and placed whatever else he was holding. Looking around once more he walked back up the steps and closed the hatch. Putting his school things on the right side of the trunk and his clothes on the left side he stood up and wondered why Snape hadn't tried breaking the door in and started berating him. Walking back to his trunk he pulled out a emerald button up shirt and pulled it on not bothering to button it up.

Harry closed the lid to his trunk and walked back over to the door grasping the handle he braced himself. He fully expected Snape to be on the other side ready to break a blood vessel. Releasing the breath he was holding he turned the knob.

A/N and end. So I thought about going on but as I was typing those last words my mind screamed and end! So we have an end. Well to this chapter. As there is no more to edit on this story hopefully I can have the next chapter up by next weekend. Well or after a couple reviews. Let me know what you think. I love the opinions. I am half tempted… five more words… to 1500.