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      Published: 2010-01-04 Completed: 2010-01-19 Chapters: 17/17 Words: 21053
****** The Vampire Prince ******
by Angel_writer1 [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his father,
     James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his
     father and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do
     not own any part of the the Harry Potter series or any of the
     companies that produce it.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
     may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator,
     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter 1
"PLEASE!!! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!" Harry sobbed as what felt like electric fire
was coursing through his veins.
"It's ok Little One, it will be over soon," said a warm rich, male voice that
soothed him.
Harry nodded as a new blast of electricity ripped through him. He began to
squirm to escape the feeling.
"Hold him still!" said the warm voice, cooling a few degrees.
"I'm trying but-"
"Hold him still or I will never have sex with you ever again" Even in the mind
numbing pain, Harry could tell it was joke, yet whoever had his mid-section
tightened their grip. Harry whined at the pain and tried to scratch at the
person who was holding him but only was pinned even more.
"James, isn't there anything you can do to calm him down?"
"You sound like Lily when Harry was a baby!"
"I'm going to have to feed this child! I believe I can feel what Lily was
feeling!"
Harry stopped strugging some to get a grip on his other senses. A fuzzy image
was coming to his eyes as the fire in his veins subsided.
"There you go Little Treasure! Be still like that!" said the warm voice, as a
cold hand was carded through his hair. It felt so good, like a lover’s touch
yet even more gentle, as though the owner was unsure if he wanted to be
touched.
"Who are you?" asked the brunette nerviously.
Two sets of chuckles was all he heard as another hand came up to his mouth and
pryed it open and inserted a spidery finger.
"There we are! A very small one. And there is the other one," said the owner of
the finger as he touched Harry's top teeth.
"Then it is complete!" said the warm voice still stroking the boy's hair.
"Please. Who are you?"
"Five points from Griffindor for being clueless, Mr. Potter," said a now
familar voice.
"Professor Snape?" asked Harry.
"Yes, Potter."
"Who is the other person?"
"Your father."
If Harry had not past out from pain and the ritual of turning into a vampire,
he would have done it from that information.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So it's true then?" asked Nero, the silver haired brown eyed youth from the
doorway of Severus' room in James' manor.
"What is, love?" asked Severus, taking off his traveling cloak.
"My father's half human son has become a vampire," the youth said moving his
lithe body around behind Severus. His long hair braided was put over his
shoulder as he tried to press into the Potion Master. A weaker man would have
become a jibbering fool to be this close to Nero.
"Yes."
"Is he beautiful?"
"Very."
A sly smile creeped over Nero's face as his arms around Severus' waist. "I want
him."
"And what about me, or all those pretty things I find crawling in your bed."
"Are you jealous?"
Severus turned out of the embrace, "I am your fathers mate."
"Yet you crawl into bed with me and those same 'pretty things'," Nero pointed
out.
"James knows."
Nero laughed, "He probably has you tell him all the naughty details."
Severus just shuffled his feet as he undressed.
"I want him," Nero repeated.
The Potion Master nodded.
"And you and my father are not getting in the way," and with that the vampire
walked out.
"Poor Potter," Severus thought as he got into bed that night. "He's going to
have to fight off the devil himself. What Nero wants..."
A/N: I'm back!!!
***** Chapter 2 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
*! This Chapter contains Het sex for like a minute. If that offends you, don't
read the end*!
Chapter 2
Harry hissed at the new nurse who had come into his room, trying to get him to
calm down. After discovering he was a vampire, he had decided that he did not
want to see anyone who he did not know. Even the pretty little nurse here who
was trying to coax him from his anger with sex was not gaining any points with
him. He was too gay to even think of her beauty and too angry to think anything
about calming down.
"What is all this?" asked the familar harsh voice over the four or five nurses
chattering in the room already.
"Master Harry won't calm down," said a small nurse.
"Clear out," Snape said making a jerking movement to the door with his head.
The nurses scrambled out like first years under the gaze of the Potion Master.
When the last had gone, Snape turned his gaze to Harry. "Now, why will you not
go back to bed?"
Stubbornly, Harry looked away crossing his arms over himself as he sat bow
legged on the top of the bed.
Of course Snape was having none of that. "Come on now, you must be tried since
the ritual."
"How would you feel if you found out that your whole life, you could have had a
family but your other family did not want you?!" Harry spat. He could hear the
Dursley’s calling him a freak and neglecting him on his own birthday. The sting
of being left at Hogwarts because they did not feel like having him around to
celebrate Christmas or Easter with.
"James did want you."
"Why didn't anyone tell me? Why couldn‘t I stay with him?"
Snape sat down on the edge of the bed gracefully, "What would you have done if
after being told you are a wizard that you are a half vampire because your
father is a full one. Then you are told that you can't see him because his pack
would kill the only human part of you. What would you do?"
Harry paused before saying, "I would..."
"Try harder to get yourself killed? Rush even more recklessly into hell's
fire," the Potion Master arched a elegant eyebrow at the youth on the bed.
Harry just swallowed and looked down. He knew that he dove recklessly into
danger in hope of one day being reunited with his parents. Everyone had assumed
it was his since of duty. Only Severus Snape had ever guessed the truth.
Snape chuckled, "Its ok to be angry at fate and nature, but please don't give
anyone here grief, Potter. This pack is a proud one and if you insult any of
them they will hurt you without a second thought."
As the teacher got up to leave, Harry looked up nearly giving himself whipflash
as he asked, "Can I ask you a few questions, sir?"
"You can ask a hundred."
"Are you a vampire?" It was a question that so many Hogwarts student had wanted
to ask the stoic man since he had began teaching.
"Though I must look like those sketches in the text books, no I am not."
Harry blinked back surprise, then asked, "Why are you here then sir?"
"I am mated to a vampire here." Was Snape blushing? He was a little more peach
in his pale skin, if that qualified for a blush.
"You give blood and...." remembering what Hermione had said about vampire mates
once on one of her rants about how the text books got so much information
wrong. ‘Vampire mate’s give blood and sexual companionship to their masters.
They are allowed to continue having relationship with other vampires if their
master allows it but they can not have a family. They give up having a human
mate and child. That’s why vampires treat their mates like royalty. Imagine
giving up your entire life to a vampire…’
Snape just nodded.
"Who is your mate," asked Harry, knowing who already.
"Your father, the pack leader. He owns this whole estate and pack members
filter through as they see fit."
"Will you be providing me blood sir?"
Snape smiled warmly, which made the harshness disappear. "Yes Harry. I know you
must find me disgusting, but I think you can get used to sucking your ugly
Potion Master's blood."
Harry looked down. He could not tell Snape that he had been having fantasies
about the man for a whole year. He could not tell him that his teenage brain
gave him visions of being under the Potion Master's spidery hands as they found
their way into every little private place imaginable. And that voice! It was
like satin playing over silk. He wanted to be encased in the man. He was
jealous of his father who probably held the man every night.
Speaking of James. "Where is my father?"
"Here," said the warm voice from before. Harry looked around found James Potter
looking back at him. He was tall, with lean muscle. His black hair, so much
like Harry's, was a little shorted than his son’s had a controlled wave to it.
His brown eye had no need for glasses, unlike Harry who still needed his round
ones to let him see.
"James," came a breathy word before Snape fell into the older Potter's arms.
"Now Sev, we don't want Harry to be seeing your soft side just yet," James mock
scolded before planting a passionate kill on Snape's lips. Harry watched in
fascination as Snape seemed to grow younger until he looked like he was twenty
five or so. He realized that the older wizard was wearing a deglamor charm,
hiding his true beauty, probably to please James. "Beloved, can you check on
Bartle for me. The old fool is 2,000 years old and going blind."
Snape took the hint and left.
"You must really do love him," Harry said quietly trying not to sound envious.
"Always have."
"Didn't you love Lily, my mom?"
James reached over and pulled Harry into a tight hug. "I loved Lilly. And I
loved Sev. I have room enough in my heart for both. It had been a long time
since I had played human so I pretended to be human and I fell in love with
your mother and Severus. Lily was not cut out for pack life, wanting to remain
in the human world, yet Severus wanted nothing to do with it anymore. When Lily
was pregnant with you I decided to stay with her until you were old enough to
make the choice of where you wanted to be. Besides, I already had a son, and I
wanted to be with Lily to protect you from Voldemort, but I couldn't. He had
stronger supporters so even when he was gone from that love spell your mother
put on you, I had to protect my pack. You were too young to come and be
protected here. I wish I could have protected you better. But from what Sev
tells me you have friends, a lot of friends and love. I hope I did the right
thing."
Harry was crying as he nodded into James' chest. “ I did have love, but not
from my guardians.”
“I have a lot to make up for and I promise I will.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The small nurse moaned as Nero licked up and down her small well endowed body.
He stopped his minstrations on her lower half, making her plead for more of his
fingers.
"I'll put even more up there if you do something for me. Hell, I'll make you my
personal play toy," the beautiful youth said. The nurse nodded, wanting
anything this lean Nero offered. "I want you to keep an eye on my little
brother. Make sure no one is trying to mate with him." He nipped at a nipple
and smiled at her yelp and moan.
The nurse screamed, "Yes! Yes! I will!" as something bigger than fingers were
pushed into her wet channel.
***** Chapter 3 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
Chapter 3
The next five days were a combination of gathering information from Snape and
making up for lost time with James. Harry loved spending time with Snape more
to be honest, under the guise of asking questions. He always had questions, so
seeking having an excuse to keep the Potion Master in his room longer was not a
worry. Over the course of the five day period, he had learned about the pack,
the ministry now that the Dark Lord was gone, how Ron and Hermione were holding
up, and why some of the nurses were trying to seduce him.
Ever so often, one of the nurses would caress him in a strange way, looking at
him with hooded eyes. They would whisper about their great love for him or
something about his beauty as they leaned toward him, letting their breast slip
out of their shirt. Then some little nurse would walk in and scream, pulling
the other off Harry.
"Why do they do that anyway?" asked Harry when Snape had made everyone leave so
that Harry could feed.
"They don't have a sire or a mate to protect them or advance their position in
the pack so the next best thing is to mate with the Pack Leader's son," Snape
answered, cutting his hand so blood dribbled up. “Now drink before it gets
cold.”
Harry also liked feeding off of Snape. It was so intimate to lap up his blood.
Snape always cupped his hand so the blood collected like a little bowl for
Harry, who felt like a kitten using his tongue to drink the rich fluid. He
wished and dreamed that one day the Potion Master would reach out with his
other hand to pet him when he feed, and say something in that warm voice.
Something like, 'I love you, Harry' or 'Only for you Harry'. But then James his
father would come in and kiss the older man as he whispered “See, we are like a
family.”
Harry sighed, looking up at the clock, knowing full well that he had a lot of
time before his next feeding or any one else comes to visit him. The only other
person in room with him was a small nurse who was gifted in the breast
department. She was usually the person who found Harry when her friends were
trying to seduce him and made a point of staying behind everyone else to shield
him from less savory characters. Yet at seven she ran out of the room and did
not come back until nine to give him his last goblet of potion of the day.
Still, she was the only other person in room so Harry tolerated her company.
Suddenly, making him and the little nurse jump, the door opened revealing what
had to an angel. With long silvery hair put into a high and messy pony tail,
pink skin, mocha brown eyes, slim body with curvy hips encased in a tight pair
of pants and tight button down shirt, the pink lipped young man had to be
something from heaven.
"So this is where they are hiding you little Harry," the man said, his soft
voice filling the room like a chord from a violin.
"Master Nero, what are you doing here?" asked the small nurse, straightening
her skirt and hair.
"Coming to see my little half brother, of course. Can you please give us some
privacy please nurse?” Nero did not even look at the woman, just kept staring
straight into Harry’s eyes.
The nurse only nodded as she walked out, letting her hips shake as she did.
"My, my such a lovely face and such eyes! You are a picture of innocence," Nero
smiled, reaching out and grasped Harry's hand so he could pull the little
vampire a little closer. Harry shuddered at the cool yet soft hand of the other
person, marveling how elegant it was lacing through his.
"Y-you are my half brother?" he asked, feeling foolish he had to ask. James had
mentioned him few times but never quite in such detail to make the younger man
think of someone as beautiful as this.
"Your older half brother," affirmed Nero, bringing Harry's hand to his lips for
a small refined kiss.
"You don't look like James," Harry said, feeling small and somewhat dizzy after
the kiss.
"I look more like mother, Charlotte, don't I?"
The brunette nodded, wishing to meet the other‘s mother.
A chime sounded from somewhere awaking the two brothers from their private
intimate moment. "Oh, that is the stupid noise that says I must leave now. But
if you would like, I can arrange for us to have a picnic in the garden
tomorrow," Nero looked down at him hopefully.
"Sure! I would like that very much," Harry gave large smile to Nero with a firm
nod of 'yes'.
Nero grinned, withdrawing his hand, which was shaking a little. He left the
room with a grand bow saying, "Until we see each other again, Little Harry."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Walking down the halls past Nero's rooms (for some reason that escaped him),
Severus heard screams of anger and distress as a semi naked girl ran out of
Nero's room, trying to cover her huge breast that were dancing upon her chest.
"YOU MOANED HIS NAME YOU BASTARD!! YOU SICK MONSTER!!!" she yelled back at the
door before running in the opposite direction of Severus.
The Potion Master could not help but be curious at this event (someone running
out of Nero’s room was not uncommon, but usually it was after the act and done
out of embarrassment) and poked his head into the room that the girl had run
out of knowing full well that it was Nero's.
Nero was undressed on the bed of light blue silk, stroking his cock and looking
lustfully at Severus like he was water and the youth was a man stranded in the
desert.
"Sev," he begged, or at least pretended to beg.
"Whose name did you moan that made the girl run?" asked Severus, undressing out
of duty to the vampire not love.
"Harry...." said a contented Nero, squeezing the large organ in his hand to
stop from coming so quickly, "He's so beautiful. I want to rip him open to see
if those insides are just as pretty. I bet he's virgin. God! I want him! Do you
think he blushes at the very thought of touching himself! Mine, I want him to
be mine!"
As Sev climbed onto bed with Nero, he made no effort to say he wanted Harry
too.
***** Chapter 4 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
Chapter 4
"My, Harry you tell such funny stories!" chuckled Nero, clutching a knot on the
tree that he and Harry were sitting under for support. The 'garden' as Nero had
put it yesterday was honestly a more timid version of the grounds of Hogwarts;
it was surrounded by forest and meadow with a reasonably sized pond. Harry was
quick to point this out which led to him talking about his life at Hogwarts and
parts of the muggle world. Nero seemed to hang onto every word, leaning in some
parts, making Harry feel a little weird.
"This Ron and Hermione sound lovely! You must like them a lot," Nero said,
patting Harry's knee.
"I do! They are my best friends," Harry said, before adding, "I wish they could
visit." Snape had told him that his friends weren’t allowed until he been
baptized into the pack.
Nero just smiled, letting his fingers stroke Harry's knee then travel up his
thigh. "I know. But I'm sure you will see that living here is just as fun as
living at Hogwarts. And beside you won't have to go back to those awful
Dursley's."
The younger vampire gulped and nodded watching the fingers dance along his
thigh, sometimes falling in between his legs and stroking his inner thigh. In
the tight trousers he wore it felt so...good.
"You know," said the older brother, as though it just came to him, "Vampires
and human magic folk used to work together. The two races were the best of
friends, until a Minster of Magic came along that hated us vampires and put us
on what they call 'estates'. Sure it looks pretty, but we can't leave unless
they allow us. Prisoners in a glided cage. They mark as a type of ‘creature’
like animals! We can't have human mates unless they allow us. Then they tell
their children lies about us so no one will be our mate. Once it was an honor
to have a vampire consider you worthy to be a mate. Now it is disgusting. How
horrible for our race..."
"There you are Harry," said Snape coming up the hill they were sitting on,
cutting off Nero in his rant. Snape wasn't dressed in usual black robe, just
the under things that Harry had only seen once at the Duel Club. "I've been
looking for you everywhere. It's time for your feeding."
Nero visage changed to almost sinister look as he looked up at Snape with a
small smile playing off his lips as he pulled Harry closer to him. "Why hello,
Snape. My little brother and I were just talking about humans. So nice for one
to join us."
Snape paused looking over Nero, before saying, "Of course you are the one
behind his disappearing out of the hospital wing..."
"You could have told me last night you needed Harry to feed with you at certain
time. We wouldn‘t Harry to go into blood lusts wouldn‘t we?" The older vampire
smiled broadly and showed his long gleaming fangs which made the young brunette
gasp.
Snape looked away and whispered something that made Nero chuckle, "Sit down and
feed Harry and I. I haven't drank anything today, speaking of blood lusts."
Harry looked around at Snape who looked like he had eaten a lemon. He sat down
and sliced his hand letting the blood dribble up before cupping his. Harry
licked his lips and began to lap up the blood eagerly as Nero also dipped his
tongue into the blood. Ever so often the older vampire's tongue would touch the
younger's, making the other shiver.
"You know Nero, your father is asking for your presence tonight. He wishes to
talk to you," Snape said suddenly, his voice sounding very dry and on the verge
of cracking.
"Hmmm, maybe I should get ready now," Nero said, moving to get up, before
squeezing Harry's leg saying, "See you later, Little Harry."
Harry was too busy watching the other leaving to feel Snape's hand try to
stroke his hair before letting fall to side uselessly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Nero was kneeling on the bed, naked, his arms laced around James' neck, but
unlike his other encounters with lovers, he was totally at the mercy of his
father. His father said turn around and on this hands and knees, he complied
without a sarcastic remark to save him. His mind was filled with hatred, not
really toward his sire but to what he represented. An obstacle, a hurtle, an
opponent that he could not yet remove from his path.
"So are you playing nice with your brother?" asked James conversationally as he
prepared his son for his large hard cock.
Nero only moaned at the fingers and nodded dumbly.
"I know what your planning, Nero. Don't think for a moment I don't know. I
don‘t need spies in the mountains or updates from Snape to tell what you are
doing."
Nero nodded again as the fingers were gone and his father pushed his cock into
his entrance, pushing up until he was fully into his son. The silvery haired
youth saw stars and thrust back and forth and began to fuck himself on the cock
as he said between
moans,"I'll...win...father...I'll...own...them...all...Me...and...Harry...packs…will…unite…under…our…banner"
James just smiled and let the youth fuck himself until they both came at the
same time. Nero fell back onto the bed, panting, covered in sweat and cum.
James just looked down at him with a smile.
"Are you sure you want to do it?" asked James.
"Yes! Humans deserve it," Nero looked up with his usual sly smile.
"Lily didn't."
"Thank god she's dead..." Nero was just finished with the sentence when a hand
was brought down upon his cheek, hard.
"Don't - you -EVER- say - ANYTHING - like - that -about - LILY - AGAIN," James
hissed and with that left to go to the bathroom.
Nero just held his cheek, his eyes full of anger and hurt. Somewhere in the
dungeon of the estate, a creature hissed its own displeasure.
***** Chapter 5 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
Chapter 5
Harry was out of the hospital wing for good after the garden meeting. He was
now moved into a new room that made him feel like an ant in the Sistine Chapel.
The room was decorated in Renaissance paintings on the walls and ceilings,
promoting the Greek and Latin gods and goddesses. It seemed about half the size
of the great hall with a bed that looked like half of Griffindor house could
sleep in it comfortably. The closet was a walk-in, filled with fashionable
muggle and wizard wear; Harry was pretty sure he had seen Narcissa Malfoy wear
one or two of the robes in the closet once. It was about the size of the master
bedroom in Privet Drive, with several rows of the fine clothing and
accessories. Then the bathroom, which made the Prefect bathroom in Hogwarts
look like a one room stall. Harry was sure he could have a pool party in it and
no one would catch on that it was a restroom. It was ornately covered in gold
and silver, with every precious gem imaginable worked into the design. The
bath, or one could easily say pool, was even lined with the stones.
"Its all every overwhelming," he told James when the older vampire came to
visit his son.
"I want you to feel like the little prince you are," replied James, smiling
warmly at him.
Harry nodded, not wanting to tell his father he did not want to feel like a
prince. Harry just wanted to be himself, not a hero, not a prince, just a
normal teenager vampire wizard. As normal as that could be anyway.
Nero came to visit a few times since the garden, but only really talked about
his dislike of humans. Harry could not make a move to hush him about it, since
his brother always had his hand on his leg, making thrilling patterns.
Sometimes when Harry turned away to ignore the other vampire's rant, Nero would
squeeze his leg, making him yelp and look around. All he would see was the
other laughing behind his hand saying something about how cute Harry was. He
felt butterflies in his tummy every time.
Snape caused those butterflies too. He usually came after Nero, looking a
little more nervous than the last day. Harry could not put his finger on what
was making the older man nervous, but he knew it had to be something about
Nero. One day he was going to ask.
And that day was today. The sun had gone away, and it was raining cats and dogs
outside. After feeding, Harry had convinced Snape to play a round of chess with
him, though he was horrible at it. During the course of the game, they had
lapsed into uneasy silence and Harry decided to brake it.
"Nero came by today," he said directing a pawn.
Snape grunted, furrowing his brow.
"He seems to not like...ummm..." Harry looked away, rubbing his shoulder.
"Humans," the Potion Master finished, moving his pieces expertly around the
board.
"Yeah."
"But you got it wrong, Potter," Snape said quietly as his knight slaughtered
Harry's pawn, "he doesn't dislike humans. He hates them."
"Is it because they control are cruel and injustice to vampires?"
Snape looked up, and smiled that cruel smile he used to when Harry was wrong in
class making him feel like the first year student Snape had picked out to quiz
at the beginning of his Hogwarts days. "No, Mr. Potter. It is because he thinks
vampires are better than humans in everyway. He wants to rule over them, make
them to be his personal sex and blood slaves. He just wants domain over them."
"How do you know?!" Harry was on his feet in a moment, defending his new half
brother. "Maybe he just wants respect for all the vampires. Maybe he wants
truth about vampires, not the lies. Maybe.."
"Maybe he has been tricking you Potter," Snape was on his feet to, sneering.
"He wouldn't do that!"
"Yes he would! He's just like the Dark Lord, but more crafty!! If Tom Riddle
had half the looks your sweet brother has the Death Eater population would have
been double its current numbers!!"
Harry put his hands over his ears, saying, "You're just saying that!! You think
by treating me like a child, I'll believe what you say!"
Snape yelled, "You are acting like a child!! Hell, you still are one!"
Harry looked up, fire in his eyes. "No I'm not."
The Potion Master put on his classic sneer and uttered the words, "Prove it."
For a moment, both looked at each other in pure anger, breathing heavily. Then,
Harry throw the small table and chess game to the floor, wrapped his arms
around his professor's neck and kissed. For a moment the stoic man did nothing,
but then joined in. It became heated quickly; nips, bites and tongues were
exchanged in the battle to gain control. But Snape won and plundered the boys
mouth. Nero, vampires, James, Ron, Hermione, Hogwarts, and chess was forgotten.
It was just them. Just this small moment. And right when Harry thought it
couldn't get better, he came, just from kissing.
And everything came rushing back: Snape was his father's mate. His father, who
was the pack leader. Nero’s coy little smiles. Harry pushed the other away,
panting. Snape looked lustfully back at him, and tried to kiss him again. Harry
pushed again.
"You should leave," was all he could mange.
"Harry," Snape said, reaching out to touch him.
"Go away!!" Harry screamed, tears coming down his face. He followed behind the
teacher to the door and shut behind the man when he had left.
Harry sobbed on the floor with his back to the door, hugging his knees, not
knowing that Snape was on other side, doing the same thing.
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James kissed Severus' navel and still the only response was a forlorn sigh.
Severus had told him about the kiss, and though the pack leader said everything
was okay in fact it sounded mildly sweet, his mate still was not focusing on
the task at hand.
"Love, please don't worry about Harry. I'm sure he'll come around eventually."
"But to which side, James?" asked the human on the bed, letting tears stain his
beautiful face.
The pack leader was also asking that question, but he hid his concern as he
began to distract his lover.
Harry would have to pick his own way soon. Either against humanity or for
humanity. No one could chose for him......
A/N: Review Please!!! @.@
***** Chapter 6 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
Chapter 6
The next day, Snape did not come to feed Harry. A young girl came and did it
instead, making Harry feel even worse. When she left, Harry decided to take a
bath to cheer himself up.
It wasn't only that Snape was James' mate that made Harry cry and feel so low.
It was also the fact Harry was having strange feelings about Nero that made him
feel confused. Every time Nero smiled or touched him, his skin felt enflamed
and butterflies were somewhere in his rib cage driving him crazy.
Harry sighed as he entered the hot, steamy waters, feeling all real control of
his limbs leave him. He splashed the water some, lathered himself up, rinsed
himself off and fell into a light sleep with his head resting on the side of
the pool like tub.
"Hello Harry," came a lyrical voice that made the little vampire jump and yelp.
He turned, hiding himself, as he saw Nero also in the in-ground bath. Only his
head was out of the water, but Harry knew that under the water he wore nothing
at all.
"N-Nero," he stammered, "What are you doing here..."
"I heard you kissed Snape," he answered, smiling. “Wanted to see if it was
true.
"On accident." Of course it wasn’t on accident. It was mainly on impulse and a
drive to prove once and for all he was not some child to be babied.
"And that you came in your pants because of it?"
Harry blushed and looked away. He had thought Snape had not felt that. "He told
dad that?"
"Naturally. I heard it from a few of their dinner guests last night" Nero said
moving to sit by Harry. As he raised himself up, the younger brohter realized
how much taller the other was to him, how lovely Nero's body was with his clean
shaven chest and peach colored nipples.
"He told other people?" To Harry, that did not sound like the Snape he knew.
"Of course. Everytime he even moves even his bowels he tells father the nasty
details. Father likes listening to everything he does" Nero still had his small
smile on as he said this.
"Listening?" Harry had never thought about hearing someone else’s tryst let
alone actually telling someone.
"Father likes to watch too He has Snape dipping his quill in every bottle of
ink that walks into the estate. As for what he did to you…“ a sigh, “I think he
wants more of a father figure in our dear Sire James then lover, and so he
takes out petty vengeances on me and now you. " Nero than got every quiet and
said, "All I wanted was someone who had held Father to love me."
"Nero...are you ok?" asked Harry, reaching out for Nero's cheek.
"No, I am not Little Harry," the older vampire slung his arms around the other,
pulling him in closer to his naked body, making Harry gasp (he was doing that a
lot lately), "Ever since I was little, Father has been indifferent to me,
making me work for every scrap of affection that came my way. Yet everyone I go
to loves him because he is the pack leader and says I am mistaking over worked
with neglect. Oh, Little Harry, that is why I went and still go to bed with
Sev, because I know he is using me so he can tell father about my performance
so in some way he can love me like he loves Severus!!! He probably believes you
want the same treatment."
Nero was crying now and Harry held his face in his hands. To think his father
had been neglecting Nero and Snape had been sleeping around with so many. It
was enough to make him hurl. "I'm sorry Nero. You know Snape said you hated
humans and that you were like Voldemort..."
"Of course, to distract you from the truth!! I think humans need to be taught
that vampires are not all bad. I'm sure if a vampire would become Minister of
Magic this racism would be all over with. Sev still wants a Minister who is
human. Wouldn‘t it be so much easier if there was someone who got us?"
Harry nodded, though he was not sure he did. He still thought of himself as a
human being. The younger vampire was caught up in his musing as the felt the
arms tighten around him making him gasp.
"Do you know what pains me the most? I love you, Little Harry! Not like a love
between brothers but the love between lovers. And they want to keep me away
from you!! Father is to worried you will think ill of him and complain to Albus
Dumbledore and Snape doesn’t want to share. Harry, please say you love me
too!!"
Harry looked up at Nero as he was placed on the other's lap. He could feel
Nero's erection and it made him swoon. Yet his answer was, "I don't know how I
feel. I'm sorry."
"It's ok, Love," Nero said inching closer to him, "Your vampiric baptism is
coming up." The older vampire leaned even closer, “Welcome to the New World,
Harry.”
As they kissed, Harry was sure this was the softest kiss he had ever had.
Doesn't that mean it is true love?
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*!What you are about to read is a flashblack...somethings have to be explained
and foreshadowed.*!
Severus sat nervously down on the bed, testing it's comfort by bouncing a
little up and down. His limited sexual encounters, mostly with James and Lily,
had been on stiff unyielding dorm beds
"Are you nervous?" asked James, now in his vampire adult form instead of human
teenager form.
"A little," admitted Severus, giving a weak smile.
Just then Nero walked in. The sixteen year old had seen the vampire a few times
before but they had never spoken. "Oh great," he said, flicking his silvery
hair in complete annoyance, "you want me to fuck a human?!"
James laughed, "No Sweet Nero. Severus will be the one who will fuck you
tonight. I think you said you 'wanted' him once."
"To eat," Nero corrected, letting his fangs slip out to show Severus.
But no matter how much he protested, Nero was on the bottom that night as he
was fucked by Severus who was fucked by James. When they were all covered in
cum and sweat, and James had fallen asleep, Nero bit Severus' shoulder blade
drinking a few drops of blood before saying.
"One day, I will make you lose everything. And you'll have to give me more of
your pretty body to make sure that day never comes. Ok?"
Severus nodded, watching James' sleeping figure out of the corner of his eye.
He would make sure to tell James whatever happened with Nero.
End Flashback
"I think you should really keep a leash on Nero," Severus said, like he said
ever since that fateful night.
"He'll be fine. His little plan will blow up in his face sooner or later,"
James said, as he replied every time.
Severus just looked down on his shoulder at the scar of the bite that Nero had
given him all those years ago.
"I hope your right James..."
For all our sakes.....
A/N: Please Review!!! So every one is liking Nero so far, or at least thinks he
is a great character?
***** Chapter 7 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
Chapter 7
Snape went back to feeding Harry a few days later. The mood had definitely
changed; the Potion Master was silent and stiff while the young vampire simply
drank the blood and did not press any questions on the man.
It was Snape who decided to brake the silence, “Harry we have to talk.”
Harry stopped lapping at the blood and turned his back to the professor, hoping
to convey all conversations had to cease. Snape persisted, “Please listen to
me. The kiss was innocent and very natural after drinking a great deal of my
blood.”
“Is that what my dad said when you told him and his guest?” asked Harry,
turning his head a little so he could shoot a glare over his shoulder.
“I told your father in private and he choose to tell his friends. He thought
you sounded cute the way you overreacted.”
“Overreacted?” Harry turned all the way around and stared at Snape for a
moment.
“Yes, you are still thinking like a human. A vampire kissing or doing something
intimate with another vampire’s human mate is perfectly natural especially when
you are so young. Sharing human mates is not taboo in fact it is encouraged.
You can tell the whole of a vampire’s character from how he or she treats his
human mates.”
“Is that why dad shares you a lot?”
Snape smiled, not at all offended at the question, “Yes. I’m like a thermometer
of how the pack feels about him. I can tell him about my experience with others
and he can gauge how he is doing as a leader.”
“Oh,” was the younger man could say, sitting back nervously.
“As I said, I don’t blame you for kissing me Harry. Not out of vanity of course
but out of your hormones. A vampire has as much hormones as they entire
Griffindor Quidditch put together, or at least that’s how James put it.”
Harry gulped, suddenly missing just being a normal hormonal teenage wizard.
“I’m sorry about how I reacted.”
Snape just shrugged, wiping his hand on a white handkerchief. Harry licked his
lips as his stomach made an embarrassing loud growl. “Hungry?”
The brunette groaned, putting his hands over his stomach. “I ate so much at
lunch but I am still feeling like I barely anything. Two raw steaks, three
salads and one whole cheesecake!”
Laughing, the Potion Master said, “Your body is growing into its need for
blood, you still need human food occasionally but not as much as you need
blood.”
“C-can I have a little more then?” asked Harry nervously.
Snape pulled out the dagger he used and cut a little deeper in the shallow
wound so more of Harry’s new favorite food bubbled up. He took the lovely
elegant hand into his and lower head and began to suckle and sip at the blood,
sucking and nipping at the fingers with playful bites as he went. Harry was
sure he heard Snape moan as he continued. When he had had his fill he raised up
his head and looked up at his former professor. Snape’s cheeks were a rich red
color and he was breathing shallowly like he had just ran a marathon.
Harry couldn’t help himself as he reached up and gave Snape a small peck on the
lips, leaving a small imprint of his lips on Snape’s in blood.
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“You are cordially invited to the bap-IF YOU KEEP INTERRUPTING ME I WILL NOT
FINISH!!!” Nero yelled at the creature before him. It looked like a dragon
about the size of horse with a longer neck and much longer tail. The creature
gave a roar and scrambled to get at the vampire yet could only struggle against
its chains and flap its feathery wings in futility.
“I give up,” the silver haired vampire said, putting the gilded invitation back
into his pocket and began waking down the stone steps that would lead out of
the dungeon cell. The creature stopped thrashing and lowered its head
apologetically. Nero smiled and returned to his spot, taking out the
invitation. With a little cough to clear his throat, he began to read: “You are
cordially invited to the baptism of Prince Harold James Potter into the Pack of
Saint Lestat. Signed, James Marius Potter, Pack Leader of St. Lestat.” Nero
finished with a little bow.
The creature hissed and bucked, making Nero laugh as he spoke over the noise,
“Don’t worry, Mother, I’m sure Harry will be ours so enough.”
A/N: I was with a friend at a Weight Watchers meeting discussing this story. We
began talking about this chapter and throwing around ideas what we wanted Harry
to say he had eaten. Boy, did we so me looks...PLEASE REVIEW!!!
***** Chapter 8 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
Chapter 8
“I wish you could come in with me,” Harry told Snape, as he fretfully adjusted
the white cloak for the third time. Today was the day for his baptism and his
‘birth’ into the pack, a major event in every fledging’s life. He had no idea
what to expect and had only been told that every single member of the pack that
could come had come to see him, which was not helping calm him down.
“Humans are not allowed in the ceremony. It is a private matter, between the
pack.” Snape said, smoothing out the train of the cloak before adding, “Don’t
bite you lip, you’ll hurt yourself.”
The young vampire smiled and did as he was told. Since their talk, something
had been different between the two. They had moved far beyond the line of
guardian and friendly banter. They were now on the threshold of something
major, yet neither was willing or brave enough to be the first one across.
A sound of a great cathedral bell rang out and a small twinkling of little
bells followed. “Its time,” Snape said standing up from where he was kneeling.
He looked down at Harry, who looked up at him. “Don’t worry, it will be quick
according to James, and you will have a lovely reception afterward with your
pack and tomorrow your friends will be here to support you as well.”
Harry could only nod as he opened the great oak doors before them and stepped
into the hall. For the first few steps he could not see or hear anything but a
small raised dais and the heavy oak doors being shut behind him. Then he could
feel them; a great multitude pulsing with life. Energy of so many different
vampires: young, old, weak, strong, masculine, feminine, the beautiful, the
hideous, all thriving and breathing together to make one creature. A creature
that for all what Harry had faced before, knew he could never truly defeat, for
this was only one fraction. They were one, yet not one. Then he saw their
faces. Pale faces of such beauty, women and men, in lovely costumes all bending
forward from where they stood on the either side of the pathway he was walking
or leaning down from the balcony raised level to stare down at him. He was the
outsider again, like he was when he first came to Hogwarts; an intruder to
something he didn’t quite fully comprehend. He wanted to run away.
James appeared on the dais, stern and cutting a masterful figure. It was not
James Potter, Harry’s father though but King James the pack leader He was
wearing a simple white tunic that was open to reveal his muscular chest, with
tight black trousers, and lace up boots.
When Harry finally got to the dais, he lower himself to one knee, placing his
hands on either side in front to show he came with no ill will, the only thing
that James had told him to do before the ceremony. The assembly was not moving
any more, breathing collectively as one, ready to judge his every movement.
“Why do you come here?” asked James speaking loudly and with authority so all
in the Great Hall could hear him.
“T-to join the Saint L-Lestat pack, s-sir,” Harry mumbled into his knee.
“What?” asked James, raising his voice as a hint of what the younger vampire’s
mistake was. The pack was growing restless as though sensing the youth’s fear.
“To join the Saint Lestat pack, sir!” Harry nearly shouted, feeling his face
heat.
“Stand and say your name to the pack!”
The smaller brunette rose as gracefully as he could and said in the clearest
and loudest voice he could manage, “I am Harold James Potter, Son of James
Marius Potter and Lillian Rose Evans, Brother to Nero Augustus Potter.”
“Reveal yourself to the pack!”
Harry blushed and began to untie the knot of the cloak in the front underneath
his chin. He let the white fabric fall slowly to the ground revealing his long
white tunic that came down to his knee like a dress covering his nakedness yet
still showed himself to the pack. He realized that every single one of them had
done this before him and bared themselves to the pack. He was becoming one of
their number, understanding in their great history.
“Harry Potter,” James said his voice deep with power and authority, “Do you
truly wish to join the pack of Saint Lestat?”
“Yes.”
James smiled taking, his son’s hand and leading him onto to the dais. The dais
was actually a pool of water, that the pack leader led his son into and guided
him to a kneeling position. “In this pool,” intoned James, “many have bathed
way their pasts and their selfish desires, so you too should, to better become
one with us. We are one unit,” he gently pushed Harry forward into the water
and then bringing him up again with an even more gentle tug, “one family,” down
and up again, “one people,” down and up, “one soul united.”
Harry shivered as he kneeled in the pool of water, soaking wet and now
perfectly exposed to the pack. Yet he could not feel anything but an
overwhelming acceptance, his breath now perfectly in time with those of the
rest of the pack. As he was considering this James brought his chin up to stare
into his eyes. The older vampire rolled up his sleeve and showed the younger
his wrist. The wrist was covered with fang marks and Harry realized what he
needed to do. It seemed so intimate and taboo, so very incestuous. Nervously,
he cradled James’ hand and brought the large wrist to his lips and tentatively
bite down breaking the skin.
A whirl of James’ memories flooded Harry’s mind: Boy James playing in the
meadows of the estate with his brothers and sisters. His own baptism led by his
mother. The battles he had fought in for his pack. His mother’s funeral and his
coronation to follow in her footsteps. His first human mate and his only
vampire mate, the mysterious Charlotte, his one true love. The birth of Nero,
his first steps, his first drink blood, his first mistakes. James meeting Lily
and Severus for the first time. Severus crying in his arms. Lily losing her
virginity. His wedding to Lily. Holding Harry in his arms. Pricking Lily’s
finger and letting Harry suckle it as Lily and Severus watched, laughing at the
babies look of utter contentment. The feeling of the killing curse as it
stopped his heart so he could only watch as Voldemort went up the stairs after
Lily and Harry. Severus telling all about his son’s adventures. Arriving at
Riddle Manor right after the Dark Lord was defeated and finding Harry with a
dagger sticking out of his chest, removing it and marveling how the wound began
to heal itself.
The wrist was gently pulled away and Harry was left staring into his father’s
deep brown eyes, admiration for the elder swirling in his eyes.
“Brothers, sisters,” called James helping Harry to his feet, “I present my son,
Prince Harry.”
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“The werewolves have agreed to stand with us. The goblins are nervous that we
do not have the guts to go through with it.”
“Don’t you think he will be adorable in that kimono Aunt Cassie has given him.”
The brown haired vampire turned to where Nero was looking. Prince Harry was
showing a group of his aunts and uncles a blue and gold kimono giving a small
excited twirl so it fanned out.
“I guess…”
“Don’t guess, Julius. That is going to be my mate and our key to victory. Now
do you think he will be lovely in that kimono?”
Julius shifted, “Yes he will be lovely.”
Nero smiled as Harry caught sight of him and waved with a large grin plastered
on his face. The silver haired vampire waved back. “Perfection…”
A/N: I should also mention that I do not have any right to the Vampire
Chronicles, the characters will be serving as Pack names in this fanfiction.
Please Review!!!
***** Chapter 9 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
“Oh Harry, I’m so happy for you!!” Hermione said for the final time as she
hugged him in the small parlor before flooing away with Ron, Mr. and Mrs.
Weasley, Dumbledore, and Hagrid.
Though he was happy to see them all, Harry had noticed the subtle changes in
how his closest friends acted and spoke around him. Hermione was treating him
like some type of a science experiment, asking about how pack dynamics worked,
rituals that he now was supposed to perform, his change in diet, how he reacted
to direct sunlight, his roll as second prince. Ron couldn’t decide whether he
wanted to be envious of the fact Harry was a prince or terrified because he was
vampire. Every time he looked away from the red head, he could feel a jealous
glare upon him, yet when he tried to hug of get near the him, Ron shrunk back
in terror. The Weasley Parents’ kept going on and on about the fact that he was
welcome at their home whenever he wanted, in fact they would give him a private
room. Better yet, they would build an addition to the house so the rest of the
family did not disturb him (or he wouldn’t get tempted to eat them during the
night). Dumbledore made a huge deal about the fact that defeating the Dark Lord
was more of a test of his abilities then any OWLs or NEWTs could ever hope to
be, but if he wished to come back to Hogwarts, that the headmaster could
arrange for private tutors at night if his eyes did not adjust well to the
sunlight outside the estate. Hagrid just treated him like he was one of his
dangerous pets, at one point reaching out and petting Harry like some human
sized kitten, in front of everybody. Of course though, no one blinked an eye at
this, as though this was to be excepted. Harry knew he needed to give them time
to adjust to the idea of his new life, yet his heart broke thinking how his
friends could just change their view of him so quickly..
He sighed walking out of the parlor heading toward his room when someone
grabbed his shoulder and tugged behind a window curtain. Harry would have
screamed in alarm if not for, Severus Snape, who, brought up his index finger
to his lips, as he peeked out to examine the hallway before looking back at
Harry with a small smile.
“You weren’t at my party.” Harry stated flatly. It would have been so much
easier to take on the new perceptions people had of him if Sev had been at his
side.
“I don’t wish to imagine the look on your friends’ faces when they find out I
am not a vampire, but a vampire‘s mate!”
The brunette laughed, “Oh they would be oh so disappointed to know they were
wrong about you!”
The Potion Master smirked, “And my reputation would be in tatters. Did you get
any wonderful gifts last night.”
Harry grinned up at him, “Yes I did! Kimonos, decorated dragon shell music
boxes, jewelry made from tiger fangs…”
“Oh my. What about today?”
The smile on the teens face faltered, “A book about the history of the
different packs, a new broom grip, an addition at the Weasley home, and my
Hogwarts diploma. Not to mention an inkling of how Frankenstein’s monster
feels…”
Snape took Harry’s chin in his hand and guided him up so he could see into the
other’s eyes better. “It will get better. I promise it will. Here,” he reached
into his robe pocket and began to rummage around before drawing something out,
“I brought you this.” He held up a small simple gold locket to the light. Harry
could clearly read the initials EP on the heart shape jewelry as he reached out
and touched it reverently with his finger. It began to swing back and forth
like a gleaming pendulum.
“Its beautiful, Snape,” Harry said breathlessly.
“I believe Harry, after everything that has happened, and especially this gift,
you can call me Severus.”
“Severus, its wonderful!”
“It was my mothers,” Severus said opening the clasp and placing it around
Harry’s neck, “an heirloom passed down through her family. Before she died she
gave it to me and told me to give it to someone I care about deeply.”
As the clasp closed and Severus took his hands away Harry’s breathing
quickened. Severus liked him? Severus ‘cared deeply for him’?
Severus leaned in very close to Harry, “I wish you knew how much I cared for
you…”
As their lips met in a soft chaste kiss, Harry felt like he was standing in the
middle of a battlefield between Severus and Nero. At the moment, it was a
stalemate.
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Severus was woken in the night, by four vampires dragging him out of bed and
his personal room in the estate. He would have screamed if one of the them,
Julius he believed his name was, hadn’t stuffed something cloth like into his
mouth making him only gag. They carried him out of the estate onto the grounds
to the tree where all those weeks ago he had found Harry and Nero under. Now
only Nero stood, leaning against the tree looking much the prince he already
was.
The human was dropped unceremoniously onto the ground before being dragged to
his knees to look up at the silver haired beautiful devil that looked down at
him with so much malice and hatred.
Nero leaned down and drew out the locket Severus had given Harry earlier that
day. He struggled against the two vampires who were holding him down and the
one who was tying his hands behind his back. “ ‘It was my mother’s’,” Nero made
his voice high and reedy as he spat on Severus’s face.
Julius took out the gag making Severus make a hacking noise before hissing,
“How dare you…that was a gift…”
“A gift from a filthy, disgusting human like you,” Nero said his voice shaky
with rage. “I can’t believe you would even dream of contaminating Harry with
this vile, sinful, proof of humanities corruption!”
“I can’t wait for Harry to see what you truly are,” the Potion Master sneered,
“he’ll despise even the mention of your name!”
Nero smirked, “You know I have recently moved my mother into my home in the
mountains. She’s quite hungry,” he leaned closer, bouncing the locket in front
of Severus’s and his noses, like a golden barrier, “don’t worry I won’t feed
you to her…all at once.”
Severus paled, “Your father would nev-” he was cut off by a foot stamping on
his groin.
Nero ground his heal into the tender area putting his hand to his ear as though
trying to hear what the human said only receiving a groan. He clicked his
tongue disapprovingly as he placed the locket around Severus’ neck.
“I wish I could see you off to my manor, dearest Severus, but I must be getting
to bed. Harry will be needing me in the morning when I tell him how you decided
to break his heart for not putting out. Maybe I won’t even expend the effort to
make up an excuse for you. Oh, and don’t worry,” he grinned down at the man on
the ground, patting his head, “I will take very good care of my Little Mate…”
A/N: I wish I chould draw...What scence so far would you like to able to draw?
If you have the wonderful talent of drawing, Bless you. Please Review!!!
***** Chapter 10 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
Harry woke up with a contented sigh and a large stretch, before reaching over
to the bed side table where his new locket sat gleaming back at him. He smiled
as he stroked the chain, remembering the little kiss he and Severus had shared
behind the curtain yesterday. He was practically humming as he placed it around
his neck.
“My, aren’t we in a good mood,” said Nero from behind him, placing his hands on
either of the shoulders of the little vampire who gave a yelp in surprise.
Harry grinned broadly and turned around to hug his older half brother, “I am!!
I’m so happy!! I don’t think I have ever been this happy before in my life!!”
The older vampire just laughed and picked up the younger, and twirled him
around in this arms. “Oh, Little Harry!! Your mood is infectious!!! I wish I
could just eat you up!!” Nero put Harry down on the bed and changed his voice
into a low seductive growl, “Upon reflection, I think that is just what I am
going to do.”
Nero ripped open the sleeping rope Harry had been wearing and pushed him down
on the bed. Harry gasped at how dominate and masterful Nero was. The silver
haired vampire took advantage of brunettes open mouth to swoop down for an open
mouth kiss. It thrilled the brothers as they nipped and bit and sucked at each
other. Nero pinned Harry’s arms above his head, making him moan and widen his
legs revealing his cock and smooth acrobatic legs, toned from years of pushing
off the ground to fly on a broom. Nero was straddling his hips, rubbing his
clothed erection against Harry’s naked one.
“Severus, are you in here….” James trailed off as he entered the room. Nero
stopped kissing Harry to stare up at him, though he gave one good buck of his
hips that made the teen moan despite being caught by his father.
“Hello Father,” Nero said calmly, almost playfully. He rested his forehead on
Harry’s, looking back at pack leader with an innocent expression. “Say hello,
Harry. Its rude not to say hello.”
“H-hi..” Harry said breathlessly, turning pink at being caught like this.
James just smiled. “You two hadn’t happened to see Sev, anywhere around here
would you?”
“Nope. Have you Little Harry?”
“N-nooooooooo,” Harry moaned as Nero bucked again.
“I suppose he could have gone to Hogwarts,” James said with a sigh, sitting
down in an empty chair. “Proceed.”
Harry would have been more shocked if Nero didn’t choose that moment to start
grinding himself against the smaller vampire. He was moaning and groaning all
over again lost in the sensation and the fact they had an audience made it even
more erotic.
Nero sat up making Harry cry out. “Don’t worry,” his lover said with a wink,
unbuttoning his pants, “I’ll be back.” Harry propped himself on his elbows to
get a better view of the zipper lowing and the large cock being drawn out. His
mouth began to water.
James must have sensed his craving because he spoke up, “Let Harry suck you
off, Sweet Nero. He looks like he is starving.”
Nero moved up to the headboard and pulled Harry close, “Give him a show. One
he‘ll never forget,” he whispered.
The brunette nodded and began snaking down the other’s body. He nervously
reached out and touched the throbbing member. Nero gave a hiss of approval.
Encouraged, Harry bent down and kissed the already leaking head. Another hiss.
Slowly, with the utmost care so not to bite the organ with his new fangs, Harry
took half of the large cock into his mouth. It had sweet, tangy, salty taste
and something that could only be described as Nero. Harry hummed in
contentment.
“OH CHRIST, THAT’S GOOD!! FUCK, HARRY!” Nero was speaking so loud with such
abandon, making his lover bob his head up and down as a reward. “Oh, god…that
mouth of yours…”
The pack leader smiled down at his sons, who seemed to be enjoying themselves
so thoroughly. He moved from his chair to the bed silently. Harry was too
engrossed in giving a blow job that he didn’t feel the bed dip. He did notice,
however when he was made to kneel and so his butt was in the air and his bed
robe was pushed up around his chest. The first tentative puff of air at his
entrance sent him reeling, bringing him to edge and back. He began to swirl his
tongue around Nero’s cock, who placed his hand in the messy black waves of his
little brother’s hair as watched his father from half lidded eyes.
James began to give little nips and kisses to the twitching little hole as
Harry hummed his praise of his father and began to fondle Nero’s balls in his
hands, tenderly massaging them. Then that wicked tongue entered him and he
began groaning and moaning and sucking and swirling in rhythm. James couldn’t
help but be proud of the little noises was Harry was giving, rewarding him with
an extra long nip. Then, Nero thrust forward into Harry’s eager mouth and came.
Harry swallowed the best he could but some dribbled out of his lips. The taste
was so exquisite the experience so powerful that he came as well, clamping down
on that delicious tongue.
James withdrew his tongue from the now soggy, twitching hole and patted Harry’s
thigh, before lifting him and settling him beside Nero, who had snuggled down
into the blankets amongst the pillows. The brothers curled up close together,
sharing one last heated kiss as they passed the remnants of Nero’s semen with
their tongues before settling down for a well deserved afterglow nap.
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James had left the boys over an hour ago, still looking for Sev. Sev would
never just take off and not say anything to anyone. The estate had been his
home for so long, his safe haven. The older brunette had contacted Spinner’s
End, Hogwarts, all the apothecary shops he could remember that the Potion
Master ever mentioned, yet no sign of his brooding mate.
Of course the last time he saw his mate he would not exactly call him
‘brooding’. Severus had been humming a little tidbit from one of his favorite
musicals too excited to sit down and tell the pack leader why he seemed to be
on top of the moon and singing ‘Evita’. Yet to go missing like this….
“SIR!!!! SIR!!!” James turned and found himself staring at his High General, a
small vampire girl who looked to be about eleven running toward him. She
stopped just short of colliding into him, bracing herself on her knees before
continuing. “Sir, there is movement from the west! A huge army is amassing!
Giants, werewolves, and several other of our own kind from all different packs
all standing together!”
“To attack us!”
“No,” she shook her head, raising herself a little so she could grab a stitch
in her side, “they are pointing south, toward Boar Valley and Hogsmeade!”
Before James could even react to this news, another person, his head of the
dungeons, was running toward him at break neck speed. “SIR!! MISTRESS CHARLOTTE
HAS GONE MISSING FROM THE DUNGEON!!!”
James was beginning to piece everything together, when one more of his guards
ran toward him. He did not yell, he did not even speak. He simply handed the
pack leader a piece of cloth. A piece of cloth that belonged to Severus’
favorite silken pajamas; his scent was still lingering in the fabric, along
with a faint drop of blood.
With a roar, he turned and ran back toward Harry’s room, but it was too late.
Nero was gone, and so was Harry.
A/N: Please Review. I love reading your reviews and your concern for Harry.
***** Chapter 11 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
When Harry woke up for the second time that day, he realized three things: 1.
He had not ‘eaten’ since the day before his baptism. 2. Nero was not with him
like he was when he had fallen asleep. And 3. He was not in his own bed.
He sat up and stared around. The room he was in now was decorated like a
Victorian palace with muted colors with small elegant furniture instead of the
flashy room James had given him. The room was smaller as well.
“Nero?” called Harry grabbing a pillow to hug in front of his chest.
His silver haired lover appeared from within what Harry had to assume was the
bathroom, wearing nice trousers, and a clean crisp white button up shirt with
an elegant black and grey waistcoat. “Here I am Little Harry. No need to be
worried.”
“Where are we?”
“My personal manor house in the mountains. I decided I had had enough of living
on the estate, since I only came for you, so I moved us here. Do you like our
room?”
Harry took another look around and smiled. “I love it Nero!”
Nero grinned back giving Harry a quick Eskimo kiss, “Somehow I knew you would.
Now I must be going, I have business to attend to.”
“What sort of business?” the brunette asked, grabbing at the other’s elbow to
keep him in place.
“I wanted this to be a surprise but I suppose now is good a time as any,” Nero
focused his mocha eyes deep into Harry’s emerald one’s, “I am running for
Minister of Magic.”
Harry clapped his hands and laughed. “That’s wonderful!! There must be
something I can do to help?”
“You can do the most important thing,” Nero answered, kissing Harry’s nose,
“You can sit in this bed and dream of all the nasty things I’m going to do to
you once we are mated.”
Harry blushed and gave a little moan as Nero kissed his neck. Mated? That meant
married right? Harry let out a small giggle.
“I’ll send someone in to feed you, Love,” the older vampire said quietly as he
stood up. He walked to the door before turning back, looking very serious. “Do
you love me, Harry?”
Harry smiled, “I do.”
Nero gave him a smile and blew him a kiss as he left the room.
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A large, gaudy podium had been erected outside the manor where two parallel
mountains met to make a dip. On the podium was a large scarlet curtain,
shielding the steps to the manor house above and a large cube was placed on the
stage that had a piece of fabric over it to hide its occupants. The dip valley
was currently filled by, Fenir Greyback’s main pack of werewolves, all howling
and making a complete ruckus. On the other side, the main giantess princesses
were leaning up against the mountain quietly, though one could still hear their
mates and children further down the mountain throwing boulders for fun. The
rest were various packs of vampires or at least fractions of them who had dared
to come. They passed around human mates for blood and one could hear the cry of
some humans being raped but no one blinked an eye or raised a hand to help.
A cheer rose from the crowd as Nero took the stage. His eyes were set and his
face was the perfect mask of leadership, thanks to years of watching his
father. He raised his hand to silent the anxious crowd. “Please, brothers!
Sisters! Brother Wolves and Sister Giants! Please settle down,” he called as
the mob quieted, “we have business to discuss.” Whatever was in the large cube
rattled and the silver haired vampire gave it a swift kick which delighted a
few in the crowd.
“Now we all know why we are here, correct? We are here to take what is ours,
what humans, magic and non-magic alike, have taken from us for countless
generations; our dignity. Marking us inferior or animals. Its time to show who
truly are the animals!!! Tonight we began to storm HOGWARTS!!!”
Another cheer went up from the crowd in approval. Nero turned to the
werewolves, “Brother Fenir, how do you feel when the Ministry of Magic takes
away your natural born pups? Do their mothers’ still pine for them when they
are shipped to live in state run orphanages, never knowing how to accept their
true nature? And when you try to sire one in with a bite, how does it make you
feel that the negativity of their new found life from the ministry leads most
to suicide?!”
Barks, growls and howling of distress came from the wolves, and one female
standing close to Fenir cried above the rest, “MY PUPPPY!!! THEY KILLED MY
PUPPY!!!”
Nero turned is attention now to the giantesses, who were growing restless,
“Sister Giants! You probably feel that Albus Dumbledore has protected you from
much of the ministry’s scorn. For after all, he has in his employment a half
giant and he is a good friend with your own sovereign half daughter, the
alluring Madam Maxine. Yet do you know that your dear Albus has had his half
giant employee tie up his full blooded baby brother in the Forbidden Forest
like a rabid dog?!” A great shout came from the princesses as they pounded
their fist into the side of the mountain. The males and children below began to
do the same in reply.
Now the vampire turned his attention to his own kind. “My fellow vampires, I do
not need to tell you about the estates, the laws, the restrictions on our
freedom. You and I know it all to well. And we know that the very human mates
we take to fulfill these laws just want to see us punished if we do not give
them everything they want.” One human mate screamed from with in the crowd of
vampires, but then was quickly silenced. “I know this all to well my friends.
Let me show you what your human mates can do if they are made to feel like they
are better then us. REMOVE THE CURTAIN!!!”
The red curtain behind Nero dropped to reveal a vampire female. Her ears were
long and pointy, her fangs just as long and sharp. Her blue eyes where
reptilian and her skin was icily pale. She was naked and her blood red nipples
stood erect shamelessly. Dark blue veins could be seen snaking across her body
like some horrible version of a tattoo. A collar was around her neck and
Julius, Nero’s assistant, was holding the leash that was attached to it. She
gave out a long screech like that of a dragon in heat and extended a pair of
black angel-like wings. There was a weeping noise that came from the crowd at
the sight of her, in sympathy.
“Meet Charlotte Rossetti-Potter, my mother. Not the belle she was when my
father married her but that is not exactly her fault. For you see, many years
ago, my mother had a human mate named Eric Prince. Now Eric was from a human
wizarding family which was going poor quickly so he begged my sweet generous
mother for some money and wealth to bring his family. My mother was worried all
that money would go to Sweet Eric’s head, so she denied him. What do you think
Eric did? He went to the ministry and told them that my mother tried to kill
him!!! They made my father lock up his own mate in the dungeon to starve. As
you can see, she’s been feed some recently so she is not entirely in her
creature state, but its not enough, nothing will ever be enough.”
A great cry came from the vampire crowd as Charlotte was led away, still
hissing and trying to break free. Nero took advantage of their anger as he
cried over them, “JOIN ME IN STORMING TO HOGWARTS!!”
“WAIT!!” The assembly quieted as an elegantly dressed vampire female stepped
from the throng of vampires. “I am Marie of the Saint Akasha pack and as I was
once human I can tell you that the wards of Hogwarts are such that our army, no
matter how strong, will repel us!”
Nero smiled, “My dear Marie, as you were once human surely you know how to
bring down the wards?”
Marie nodded, “The wards are keyed into the blood of the three administrators
of the castle; the Headmaster, Deputy Headmaster, and the third in line. You
need either all three of their magic or one of their blood.”
Nero dramatically whipped off the piece of fabric from the cube to reveal
Severus Snape in a cage. Bruised, beaten, bloody, and mouth magiced mute, all
the Potion Master could do was rattle the bars and try to kick them open.
“Behold, my father’s human mate. The Potion Master of Hogwarts, Severus Snape.
The third administrator of Hogwarts. And here,” Nero withdrew a vial from his
waistcoat pocket, “is his blood. Anymore stupid questions?”
There was an eerie silence as Marie slipped back into the crowd.
“Now, lets try this again. TONIGHT WE BEGIN TO STORM HOGWARTS!!! And lets make
this quick so I can have my wedding there please.”
As the crowd cheered and began to march southward, Nero leaned close to a now
quietly crying Severus, his eyes wide as shock, terror and pain. “Good game,
chap. Good game.”
A/N: I have been gettin a lot of reviews saying they want Nero to die. I
actually like writing him. Someone actually said they want Charlotte to die
too. Now that is just a bit cruel, especially since you don't know her entire
background. Please Review!!! Tell me what you think.
***** Chapter 12 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
Harry was humming, as he walked down the halls of Nero’s manor, in a state of
utter happiness. In a few days time he as going to be married!! At Hogwarts!!
To Nero!! It was like a dream come true. Nero had assured him that the marriage
would be legal in according to wizarding law and that the press were not
invited. Ron would be his best man, Hermione a bride’s maid. Everything was
brilliant!
Of course, Harry did have some regrets. He regretted flirting with Severus and
then running off and marrying someone else, something what Ron would have named
crudely as ‘cock teasing‘. He still wore the locket, justifying it as a baptism
gift and nothing more though the kiss that had been shared at giving of the
piece of jewelry still haunted his lips. He regretted leaving his father’s home
so quickly after coming back into his life, yet how could he help it? James in
his mind for the last fourteen years had been dead. A dream that upon waking
vanished with the darkness, only shared with very close friends. To suddenly
find that he was alive had been wonderful, but hard to deal with. A feeling of
abandonment welded up in him every time he saw his sire. But things would be
different.
Nero informed Harry daily about the campaign; giving him the latest polls,
quotes from people who were supporting them (everything seemed quite positive),
and endorsements from wizarding celebrities, a few Harry had admittedly never
heard of. When Harry asked what he could do, Nero just smiled and patted his
knee, “Little Harry, why do you have this impulse to help people even if they
don‘t need to be helped? Relax, the campaign is fine, now sit back and let me
love you.”
Their fooling around had become a daily routine. Wake up, blow job. Shower,
frottage. Lunch in bed, rimming and if lucky, some fingering. Dessert after
dinner, 69. Not that Harry was complaining. In fact he loved the fact Nero was
affectionate and wanted him as often as he did. Yet sometimes the silver haired
vampire would use it to get out of talking about the campaign.
All Harry could do was sigh. Life was good. He continued humming down the
hallway, before suddenly stopping.
Blood. He could faintly smell it in the air. Nero had told him to be more
proactive in his feeding and not settling for the humans who just came to his
door way out of duty. It had been embarrassing first time he had asked a
stranger for blood, but he was getting better at his approach. A human already
bleeding was more willing then one who was not and not willing to cut
themselves. The brunette was not exactly thrilled about biting his victims.
Harry’s fangs were clumsy and most of the time all he ended up doing was
holding the person’s wrist in his mouth like a dog holds a bone.
The smell of blood was faint and coming from behind a wooden door. Harry leaned
close to the door and took a large whiff before opening the door. A large
spiral staircase began winding its way down. Harry stood back for a moment to
check it anyone was around before giving caution to the wind and barreling down
the steps. The smell of blood became stronger and Harry licked his lips in
anticipation. Finally, he found the base of the stairs. He gathered himself so
not to frighten whoever was bleeding with his over eagerness and walked into
the room, before drawing back with a gasp.
In the center of the stone room, laid Severus with his hands bound behind him
with a nylon rope. He had a black eye and a large bruise on his cheek that
almost seemed to be shining in the very little light of the room. Blood was
dribbling out of his mouth in a thin ribbon.
“SEVERUS!!” Harry cried running over to the man on the floor. A groan was his
only answer as he dropped to his knees and began to stoke the man’s sweaty
forehead.
“Harry? Is that you?” Severus asked, his eyes, or at least his good eye,
fluttering open staring into the darkness. Harry’s vampiric eyes could see
perfectly in any amount of light.
“Yeah its me. What happened to you? Who did this to you?”
“Nero’s little cronies. The bastards did not have the common decency to fight
me while I was untied. HA! Some vampires they are. Can you please undo these
ropes? They are cutting into my skin.”
The brunette nodded and with a few good attempts, untied the ropes. Severus sat
up, massaging his wrists tenderly, before turning to Harry. “S-so you decided
to go with Nero’s side.”
“Nero’s side?” repeated the vampire, puzzled, “I just woke up here a few days
ago. Nero did tell me he is running for Minister of Magic and we decided to get
married…why are you laughing?”
The Potion Master was quietly laughing hysterically. “I-I tell-ll you that
Nero’s cronies beat me bloody and you still think he is telling you the truth!”
Harry felt anger bubble up, “We are in love, Snape!”
Severus became very serious, “I have no doubt that Nero loves you, Potter, but
he is lying to you. He is not running for Minister of Magic. He is hijacking
the position. Three days ago, he sent an army of vampires, werewolves, and
giants to invade Hogwarts with a vial of my blood to get past the wards!! By
now the goblins will have joined in and the elves aren’t that far behind.”
Harry shook his head, “Can’t be. He has all this info about polls and stuff
and…”
“Just lies. Just something so you don’t know what he is doing or so you can
come to his side.”
“W-w-we’re getting m-married,” Harry could feel his heart breaking in two. He
wanted to wake up from this dream. Why couldn’t he just love someone without
complications?
“I have no doubt somewhere in his black heart, Nero does love you. Yet he will
use you. You are a Wizarding World hero, or have you forgotten? Your marriage
is not only out of love a but a political move. If he truly does love you, he
will respect your opinion. Harry, d-do you feel humans should be slaves?”
Emerald eyes looked into onyx eyes. “No, Severus. Not at all.”
“Then you need to tell Nero. I’ll be here when you do.”
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Nero put down the map he had been studying as soon as Harry entered the room.
His lover had been missing from their shared room all day, now entering like a
kicked puppy. “Little Harry, why so glum? You look like you are in pain.”
“I am,” Harry said sitting on the bed. Nero climbed in after him, kissing he
other’s exposed neck, only received a stiffening of the once very willing body.
“I-I found where you have been hiding Severus.”
The silver haired vampire felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been thrown
over him. He tried to hug his younger brother, but was pushed away as the other
stood up, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt. So this is what the Dark Lord
saw before he died, this defiance, this quiet fury that made the beautiful
Harry look lethal.
“YOU LIED TO ME!!!” Harry shouted, jabbing an accusing finger at Nero, who
backed away trying to hide from the score, “YOU JUST FED ME LIES AND USED ME
LIKE A WHORE!!! DID YOU ENJOY IT?!! WAS IT WORTH IT??? WAS I GOOD ENOUGH??? WAS
I GOOD ENOUGH WHORE FOR YOU??!”
Nero shook his head violently, “No, I never thought of you as a whore. I loved
you Harry. I still love you. From the moment I heard a description of you, to
the moment I saw you, everything was so clear. The way you blush, the way you
gasp, the way worry, the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you even
cry. I love you.”
“Would you love me if I was a human still?” There was a painful silence for a
moment, before Harry, let out a small sob. “Nero, I love you. I honestly do.
But we both know that I will always consider myself for humanity and you will
always be against it. You keep forgetting that once I was half human! I know
that you will never turn back from what you are doing. So I am going to ask you
to abandon your manor and me and Severus. Go join your crusade, without me. Let
me go back to father‘s estate in peace.” Nero felt two small soft hands touch
his face gently, pulling it up to look into somber emerald eyes. “If you love
me, you will do this.”
Nero wrapped his arms around the others waist, pulling him into his lap. “I
will do just that my Little Harry, everything you ask for, but don’t think I am
relinquishing you so quickly and easily. I still want you, and what I want, I
fight to get it. I always get it.” He nipped at Harry’s earlobe with his fang,
making a small hole. “You will be mine, Harry…”
A/N: Nero is not out of the game though. Please Review!!!
***** Chapter 13 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
Nero kept his word and was gone the next day with the rest of his army, not
before of course having Julius and his little gang beat Severus bloody again
and giving Harry an earring for the fang hole in his ear. Harry played with it
some as he watched the army grow into a small speck in the distance before
getting down to business.
As gently as could, he carried Severus from the stone room that he was kept in,
to the room where he and Nero had once slept together. Harry found he could
sense internal injuries in the Potion Master without the use of a scanning
spell. He found some weak potions and salves in one of the rooms and began to
use them on Severus at once to help heal the broken man. He also found some
blood replenishing potions and he sipped at one, in lieu of asking Severus for
some of his own blood. When he was absolutely sure that the professor was
resting comfortably he headed off to the kitchen to make them something to eat.
By the time the he was done making his Sheppard’s Pies, Severus was up,
grimacing in pain. “Don’t move so much, you’ll hurt yourself more.”
“Where are we? Is this some type of dream?” the Potion Master groaned before
giving up and settling back down on the blankets.
“No, this is not a dream. We are still at Nero’s manor. I asked him to leave
and he did. Now here is some lunch, let me help you up,” Harry drew Severus
forward, placing a few pillows behind him to help prop him up, before settling
the human back in place.
As the young vampire placed the tray over Severus’s lap, he asked quietly, “He
just left? So easily, without a fight.”
Harry gave a quick nod as he settled himself on a chair to eat his own lunch.
“Eat, please, then I can give you your second round of potions.” Harry did not
want to talk about his half brother unless they truly needed to, and right now
they didn’t need to talk about anything.
They ate in silence, ever so often looking up to stare at each other. When they
were done, Harry cleared away the dishes to a desk on the far part of the room
and returned with a flask of potion and a map he had found along with the
everything else. As Severus drank the potion, he unrolled the map and began
talking quickly, “Once you are well enough, we can start heading down the
mountain. From what I can tell from this map, it’s a five day hike to the edge
of the estate grounds and another day or so until we finally get to the main
house. We have enough human food to last us the journey, and I know there are a
few horses still left in Nero’s stables so we can get there quicker. The
problem is we might have to abandon them at some point because we come to a
river and it looks like it is too large to get across with horses, unless of
course we head downstream where the river gets smaller…”
“You seemed to have this all planed out,” Severus observed, putting down the
now empty flask before adding, “He left us a great deal, didn’t he.”
“Showing me how generous he is. When do you think you will be able to travel?”
“With weak potion like this, it will be awhile.”
Harry just nodded as he pulled out a vial of blood replenishing potion from his
pocket and taking a quick swig.
As he replaced it back into his pocket he heard, “That will only put off your
hunger a little bit, Harry.”
The brunette smiled, “I figured. But for right now it will do just fine. You
should go to sleep again, it will probably heal you faster.” He removed the
pillows that propped up Severus on the bed and helped the older man lie down
back on the bed. As the man’s onyx eye’s closed, he gave a quick kiss before
hurrying back to the kitchen.
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A few days had gone by since Nero had left Harry and Severus, and Harry had yet
to drink any natural blood. And it was beginning to show. His ears had become
pointy like that of an elf’s and his fangs and had became even more pronounced
making it hard for the boy to properly close his mouth or chew food. His eyes
had became like that of a crocodile, though still with the beautiful shade of
jewel-like emerald Severus had known them to be.
Though his hunger was physically apparent, Harry still was giving out his
potions and made their meals, never letting his hands stop working. He fed the
horses that they would be taking on their journey, collected fire wood by
breaking up furniture and brush from outside. He kept showing Severus the map
he had found, reviewing the plan as though reminding himself what to do.
Yet Severus knew that Harry’s hunger would win out. It scared him the first
time he realized that Harry could attack him for blood, but the initial shock
wore off quickly. He loved the little vampire, and if he could free the teen
from blood lusts and from having to care for the old Potion Master past his
prime, then he would. Harry was his one and only, true love; something so
cliché yet so right. James and Severus had known for quite sometime that
Severus was not the pack leader’s great love of his long life. Yes James cared
deeply about Severus, but his true love would always be that damnable
Charlotte, who still haunted the older man at night making the pack leader moan
out her name in his sleep. And here, after a life time of pain, love,
heartache, and redemption, he, Severus Tobias Snape had found his true love.
If he had to pick a way die, dying helping Harry would be it. And looked like
he was going to get his wish.
A/N: Please Review!!
***** Chapter 14 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
Harry had never been so hungry in his life. And after living with the Dursley’s
most of his life, that was saying something. He had never knew that his hunger
could change his appearance so much! Yet Severus seemed to not care, helping
Harry anyway he could, or anyway that Harry would allow would be a more
accurate statement.
“You can’t pick up that chair!! Its too heavy!!” Harry cried running over to
where Severus had been trying to lift an ornate chair over his head to smash.
The little vampire took it out his hands with just one of his and threw it very
easily against a far wall where it broke into pieces.
“If you keep babying me, we will never get down the mountain!” the Potion
Master said calmly, putting his hands on his hips.
“And if you keep trying to be some kind of super man, I will have to leave you
here!”
“Maybe you should do that,” Severus suggested for the umpteenth time. Once
again Harry only shook his head and went over to the now broken chair to gather
wood for the fire upstairs. Taking the hint, the Potion Master sighed and did
the same, though a smaller portion so not to start another fight.
They placed their burdens down in the small pile they had arranged near the
fireplace in their small room and stretched. Their eyes met for a moment before
Severus grabbed Harry’s wrist and pulled him close so they were flushed
together. Harry gasped at the feel of the older man’s erection digging into his
hip, his own currently aching for release.
“I may be not well enough to pick up a chair, but I am well enough for other
things,” Severus whispered seductively. The sexual tension between the two had
been building up for a while; coy looks, a cloak falling off to reveal a naked
shoulder, a wink before heading to the shower.
“S-Severus…I’m nervous…I’ve never…um…did…’it’…,” Harry was blushing all over
again, feeling very much the virgin he was.
“I thought you and Nero…”
The vampire shook his head, “We did other stuff, but we, well mostly me, wanted
to wait until our wedding night.”
There was a small predator-like growl coming from the usually reserved man.
“Harry,” he said, sounding like he was trying to hold unto his sanity, “are you
sure you want to do this…”
“I may be a nervous virgin but I know that I want this,” Harry said in a
somewhat mocking tone of what Severus had said earlier, giving Severus a
reassuring grin.
“Then undress for me.”
Harry gave out a low moan as the Potion Master left him to sit on the edge of
the large bed. He watched as his companion, with one hand began to unbutton his
own shirt and undoing his pants and fly. The teen began to unbutton his shirt
in response, fumbling a little due to nerves and hormones but finally letting
it fall to the floor. The pants were a little more difficult; Harry’s cock did
not seem to understand that it was hindering it’s own cause by standing
straight up. After a valiant fight, the pants and boxers were down and Harry’s
shoes kicked off. Severus had been nude for quite some time, just admiring his
young lover. Harry was smooth everywhere except a bit of downy hair on his
groin. Severus had a happy trail down to his pubic hair, that seemed to frame
his extra large cock.
Harry laid down on the bed as Severus brought out some lube from a small
cabinet. He closed his eyes listening to the cap unscrewing, the slick noise of
the substance being spread onto those talented large hands. Those hands were
then all over him; massaging his chest as his nipples were squeezed in between
two fingers, stoking the sides of his waist so his tummy did somersaults, and
then finally petting his inner thigh. His cock was about to burst!!
And then one of those long fingers found his entrance causing him to nearly
jumped out of his skin. There was a chuckle but the finger continued to probe,
until it worked its way in. It felt odd at first, until that delightful finger
found his prostrate. He was moaning and whimpering, in seconds.
“You like that? You like my finger in your boy pussy, fingering your g-spot?
Wanna come? Oh you look so wanton and slutty! So fucking perfect!” Severus was
just muttering obscenities into Harry’s ear in his deep rich voice. It was so
unexpectedly hot, making Harry’s mind whirl from sheer lust. He had always
imagined the Potion Master as a Victorian gentleman, reading Shakespearean
sonnets in a small boat on a Saturday afternoon, the naughtiest thing he would
do was to kiss Harry in public. The fact he really had this disgustingly sexy
mouth was unreal but wonderful!!
Another finger was added. “God! You are tight!! How am I going to fit into your
little pussy when you are this tight?! I’m on the verge coming just thinking
about it!” One more finger was added, Harry thrusting down on them trying to
get more of them. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers! You love this!!
Would like me to fist? Make you a puppet?”
Harry didn’t care what the other did as long as those fingers were involved.
Then they were taken away and Harry cried out in loss. Then something much
thicker and longer then those delightful fingers was pressing at his entrance.
Severus’ s cock slid into him slowly, accompanied by hisses and the occasional
“So tight!” from its owner. Then they were perfectly joined, as though each was
made for the other.
“Oh, fuck!” Harry yelped, bucking his hips. He opened his eyes, unaware when he
had closed them, to stare into Severus’s face, who was giving him a weird look.
“What the fuck are you looking at?”
“I h-have never heard you curse…”
“Never fucked me before either, now MOVE!!”
With a chuckle, Severus began to move, slowly at first, still muttering filthy
things into Harry’s ear as Harry whispered back every curse word he could think
of. They began to speed up, meeting one another’s thrust until the room was
filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh at break neck speed.
“Harry!” Severus panted, “I’m going to come!”
“Then fucking come, please!!!”
“Come with me?”
“Fuck yes!”
And with one last thrust they came, seeing the stars in their heavens all
around them as they collapsed against each other, kissing one another with
enough passion to make the sun stand still and the moon to fall out of the sky.
“Oh my god that was bloody fantastic!” Harry breathed into Severus’s ear as the
other man rolled off of him.
“It was great, wasn’t it?” Severus said, settling down onto the pillows.
“We have to do that again some time!”
Severus smiled and kissed Harry on the cheek. “For right now though, I think we
should sleep.”
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It was the hissing that woke up Severus. He sat up in bed and found the other
side empty of his lover. He looked around until he saw the shape moving toward
him. The crocodile emerald eyes showing no recognition of him other than food.
Harry gave out one terrifying screech before lunging and pinning him down on
the bed.
Severus did not blink, he did not scream. In fact he smiled, reaching out to
pet the Harry’s raven locks one more time. The creature tried to jerk his hand
out of the way but let him touch it as though it understood he needed to do
this. “Its ok. Its ok. I understand.”
A thousand faces rushed by his eyes, those he had loved those he had hated but
all those who had shaped him.
Severus Snape turned his head to the side, revealing his neck and closed his
eyes for the last time, letting a single tear slip out from his lashes as he
felt Harry’s sharp fangs enter his flesh.
A/N: Please Review and Please don't kill me.
***** Chapter 15 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
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The red haze was everywhere, blinding Harry, suffocating him. He tried to yell
out for help but nothing came. He was alone in his red maze. And then it began
to disappear, like fog in front of a light.
Harry sat up, feeling better than he had felt in days. The fangs that had been
clashing together in his mouth had began to shrink to their usual size. He
could feel his ears become their normal selves. He blinked a few times, knowing
that his eyes must be back to normal too.
“How…” he looked over down at were Severus was and began to shake his lover,
“Severus! Severus! Something has happened.”
The Potion Master just lolled in rhythm to the shaking. Harry shook a little
harder when he noticed it. The deep gaping bite in the side of the man’s neck,
licked clean of blood. It hit Harry like a ton of bricks; he had killed Severus
Snape. He had became the very monster Nero had wanted him to be. He could
almost hear his half brother laughing, ’My, my Little Harry, did you have fun
playing with your food. My such a big bite Little Harry! So sloppy! Well we
will have to work on your poor table manners…’
Harry turned Severus’s face toward his looking into the now smooth visage. A
tear trail had dried on of these noble cheeks; was it out of pain, fear,
betrayal? The little vampire felt tears of his own form in his eyes. He let
them fall, landing on those once wicked lips. Those lips had lectured him,
soothed him, loved him, now they were just pale and lifeless like the rest of
the body.
“I didn’t deserve you, Severus,” Harry whispered, stroking the cool forehead,
“I don’t deserve your love, your locket and I must certainly did not deserve
your blood.” Harry brought up his left wrist to his lips as with his right hand
he worked Severus’s mouth open. He bit down on his wrist, groaning a little at
the pain but succeeding in drawing blood. Then he took his wrist out of his
mouth, and placed to Severus’s, letting a the blood drop slowly into his.
For a few minutes, Harry just marveled at how Severus’s mouth was still moist
as though he had was breathing. Then he felt it a small tentative lick. At
first he thought it was his imagination, playing cruel tricks on him until he
felt it again. Then again. And again. Stronger each time than the last.
Suddenly, Severus’s hands shot out and held the wrist in place as began to suck
on the blood still bubbling up. Harry hissed as the red haze began to roll in
again. Instinct took over and he had to pull Severus off his wrist. He received
a hiss from the man like in frustration.
Harry took time to study his companion now. Severus was alive, yet not himself,
or at least half not himself. He was seemed to be stuck between vampire and
human; a half formed creature that if not changed soon, would stay this mad
creature. Once again, instinct choose the next course of action.
“Severus,” the brunette said quietly. Onyx dragon eyes met his and blinked in
recognition. “I am going to drain you again, but I will get it all back again
too, ok? Do you trust me?” There was a pause as though the creature was
considering this and then a nod.
The vampire bent forward once more to his companion’s neck, now healed from the
last time he did this. He gave a quick kiss before biting down.
Just like when we had drank from James’s wrist, his donor’s memories crowed
into his mind: Three year old Severus watching in wonder as Eileen, his mother,
worked on her potions in the basement of Spinner‘s End, her locket gleaming in
the low lighting. The first time he saw his father hit his mother in a drunken
rage, then turning to run away from the man himself. Practically living at the
Evans’s house hold because his mother was scared to have him come home. Playing
with Lily and Petunia in the forest near there homes. Finding James at age
eight, feeling fear turn to friendship as he and Lily accepted their new
friend. Marveling how good Lily was so much better at charms then Severus, yet
being able to beat her a potion making, though he always showed her how to do
it. Getting his Hogwarts letter at age eleven, his mother’s proud smile.
Sneaking out of the Slytherin dorms to be with Lily and James, in James’s adult
form. Becoming the youngest person ever accepted into the Potion Mastery
program at age twelve. His mother giving him her locket. Finding her stabbed to
death by his father. Albus Dumbledore being signed over as Severus’s legal
guardian, though he lived in at James’s estate as a ‘courting mate’. The first
time he made love to James, the first time he caught James with Lily, the first
time he was allowed to watch James with Lily. Joining the Deatheathers at
fifteen to be a spy for Dumbledore. Getting his Mastery at sixteen. Becoming
officially a vampire’s human mate at seventeen. At Lily and James’s wedding, at
Harry’s birth, at Lily’s funeral, watching an empty casket being lowered in
under the name James. Seeing Harry for the first time all those years ago in
the great hall. Hating every moment he had to pretend to be hate the boy.
Feeling his heart stop every time the boy went off on an adventure. Watching
him reborn as vampire. Their first kiss. Their second. Love, so strong…
Harry pulled away, looking down at Severus. The man was shallowly breathing,
his eyes wide as though he too had seen the memories. The vampire bit his wrist
again and placed it to his lover’s lips. Once again the Potion Master only
lapped at the blood offered before latching on. Harry watched as life came back
to him, as he grew healthier with every drink. He let the professor drink for a
few more minutes before taking his wrist away again.
He had to wait now…
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The pain was worse then any pain he had ever felt before. He screamed and tried
to struggle but someone was pinning him down.
“Don’t move!! You’ll hurt yourself!” A familiar voice spoke over into his ear
as he tried to buck the person off.
“PLEASE!! PLEASE!! MAKE IT STOP!!!”
“It will. I know for a fact it will. You have to be patient.”
Almost as though the pain was waiting for these words, it began to dull. He let
out a small sob of pain as the owner of the voice hushed him. A hand worked his
jaw open and a small finger wriggled into his mouth feeling his teeth before
giving a noise of approval.
“Harry what have you done to me?”
“I made you a vampire.”
If Severus Snape hadn’t passed out from the pain, he would have done it from
that knowledge.
A/N: Please Review
***** Chapter 16 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
The moment Severus was up and lucid, they were off down the mountain toward the
Saint Lestat estate. Harry had hooked up the four old horses in the stables to
a shabby wooden cart and loaded down the cart with blankets, food, potions, and
two swords just in case. He learned, a little too late, that he could drink the
horses’ blood without harming the animals, meaning he and Severus would be safe
from bloodlusts for the time being unless the horses died for some reason.
For the first two hours or so of their journey, Harry drove the horses at a
steady slow pace as Severus sat in the back of the cart, still stunned at what
had occurred the night before. Suddenly he leapt from where he was sitting and
pushed the brunette to the side taking the reins and with a ‘yah!’ made the
horses break into a gallop.
The Potion Master was acting like a teenager, laughing at the speed and urging
the horses faster, not content in sitting on the driver’s bench, instead
standing on it like a madmen. He grabbed his lover from where he had fallen
dazed and had him stand in his arms as the cart gave a jump and they were sent
flying through the air, much to the delight of the older man.
Harry reached out and grabbed a tree branch before they could go crash landing
into the ground and a sigh of relief he saw Severus had done the same thing.
Before he could yell at his suddenly mad lover for being so stupid, though, the
once oh-so reserved man was swinging after the cart like some type of demented
hairless monkey. Harry swung after him, getting into the spirit of things. They
were going faster then the teen had ever thought he could go, catching up with
the still speeding cart with no problem, dropping down into it again with such
precision.
They rolled together laughing at their antics before Severus turned to Harry
with a the widest grin the little vampire had ever seen on the man’s face and
said, “Lets do that again!”
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They made camp as the sun went down, feeding off a mare before tying her to the
tree with there companions. Severus’s adrenaline was still pumping from a day
of doing stunts he had not dreamed of doing before the ’change’. He felt young
and energized more than he had ever felt even when he was as young as his
lover.
Harry was studying the map calmly by fire light, fiddling with something around
his neck. Severus crept up behind him and hugged him, kissing his neck.
He received a little moan and a smile as his little sire turned his head to
look back at him. “We made good time today. We are two days ahead of schedule.”
“When did you get so mature and organized?”
“When did you turn into a little kid?”
“A day ago, I believe.” He instantly regretted saying it, feeling Harry stiffen
and turn away. He caught a glimpse of the gold locket that, what seemed ages
ago now, had been dangled in his face by Nero. “You still have it?” pointing at
the piece of jewelry.
Harry blinked and looked down, then nodded. “Of course. I think it is
beautiful.”
“I thought Nero would have taken it because it belonged to her…”
“Your mother?”
“No, his,” Severus paused, reaching out to cradle the little locket in his
hands. “This has caused so much trouble. Charlotte, Nero’s mother, was a
Spanish-Italian vampire who brought this with her when she came to Britain to
marry James in the mid 1700s. Back then, the estate legislation was just
getting into way.
“You see, for years before that, vampires were the richest beings in the
wizarding community and so they were allowed to do what ever they wished for
the sake of trade. Entire family fortunes were based on being middlemen between
vampires and wizards; that was how my mother’s family gained their riches.
“And then the American colonies were founded and Pureblood families were
gaining wealth through trade, selling, and discovering potion ingredients and
wand parts plus other illegal practices in the New World. They had enough
wealth to start laws restricting vampire’s movements and cash flow, to gain
even more money. And during this time James and Charlotte got married and got
pregnant with Nero.
“Well the Prince family had been losing money for a long time because of the
new laws, when Eric Prince, the soon to be in head of the family, became
Charlotte’s human mate. She gave him all sorts of privileges; she let him get
married, managed a deal so that the Prince family can ‘volunteer’ their
children who had no prospects to be human mates for a sizeable fee, had him in
charge of managing the business between the pack and the ministry. I believe
she truly loved him and just gave him whatever he asked for.
“He was not a kind man, you have to understand. He wanted power, wealth, and
fame and he did not care who he stepped on to get exactly that. Eric would do
unnecessary investigations for the ministry on ’reports about abuse of human
mates’ just to make scared high ranking members of the pack hand over money.
Charlotte just turned a blind eye to it because she was taking care of Nero and
felt that her human mate would never betray her.
“Years went by and all Eric did was take and take and take. Finally Charlotte
begged him to stop. He said he would if she would give him the thing of
greatest value in her possession. She gave him this locket. To her, something
from her homeland, an heirloom from a proud pack, it must have seemed like the
world. She even engraved his initials onto it, as you can see.”
Harry nervously shifted, “I’m guessing he did not like the gift…”
Severus shook his head, “He took the locket and reported to the Ministry that
she had attacked him. They had James lock up his true love in the dungeons in
front of their son.” They paused imagining a beautiful woman being chained to
wall, crying out for her child as a little boy was pulled away as he kept
crying over again ’Mommy!!!’
“Well the moment this trinket got into the Prince family hands, it cursed us
with bad luck. Eric was murdered by a mistress. His son’s wife fell of a
balcony at a party after getting too drunk. The child after that got syphilis,
one of the daughters after that was killed by Jack the Ripper. One son became
the worst Minister of Magic on record, though I think Fudge maybe trying to
change that. My mother shamed her family, when she married a muggle and then
was killed by him. I joined the Deatheaters…” a sigh, “But now the locket has
found its way home again!”
Harry shook his head once more and kissed Severus tenderly, “Not quite. It’s
still a long way from home….”
A/N: Please Reivew. You know 3/4 of Charlotte's story, now.
***** Chapter 17 *****

Author's notes: After Harry defeats Voldemort, he becomes a vampire like his
father, James. Thus, is plunged head first into another war between his father
and his half brother, the beautiful and alluring Nero. I do not own any part of
the the Harry Potter series or any of the companies that produce it.
===============================================================================
“And you were stressing about the river!” Severus said with a satisfied chuckle
as the cart bounded off the mountain road onto a flat trail toward the Saint
Lestat estate.
Harry, currently holding onto the older man’s neck for dear life, still
recovering from his panic attack, looked at Severus with a mixture of panic and
anger. “You are just lucky that current wasn’t strong and we weren’t swept
away!”
The Potion Master just laughed and pulled the reins in. “Admit it! It was fun!”
“I’m admitting you a psychopath, who should not have been allowed to drive, and
for that take full responsibility.”
Severus shook his head, standing up and putting the reigns over his head, which
made the horses come to a stop. “I am the elder here, so I think I am perfectly
capable of driving.”
“You are not acting like an elder! You are acting like you are five!” Harry
turned his back to the man. It turned out to be a bad idea when said man
grabbed the little vampire, and twisted him into a passionate kiss. It went all
downhill from their. They fell back into the cart were they had set up a
cushioned bed, Harry pinned expertly by the much taller man.
“God I’ve been waiting for so long! Need to be in you! Fill you! Split you
open! See every inch of you!!” Severus said, pulling off Harry’s shirt with no
problem, before working on his shorts.
Harry was already giving off a stream of curse words and moans as he was
reveled to the noon day sun. He watched as his lover only unzipped himself and
drew out his lovely cock. It was so sexy to be this naked and Severus to be so
much over dressed. He watched as the lube flew into those spidery hands and was
opened. Severus expertly coated his fingers, before dipping them low to tease
Harry’s entrance, and then pushing in, not one, but two fingers. They twisted
in and out and scissored him thoroughly before being taken away and replaced by
something much thicker and longer.
“FUCK!!!” Harry shouted, wrapping his legs around Severus’s waist and pulling
him closer.
“Oh yeah, tight heat! That’s what you are Harry! God, you are sex walking you
know that, right?” Severus panted as began to thrust shallowly at first then
began picking up steam. “You can make even sitting still the most fucking
erotic thing ever! I get jealous of when you bite the horses!! I want to chain
you to my bed at the estate, just so I could know that you are mine and no one
else can see that sexy side of you! I used to fantasize back at Hogwarts that
you wore a skirt one day to potions and a thong underneath that. It was a long
skirt, to about your knees so you were safe from anyone knowing what was under
it, but I knew. I would come up behind you and pretend to help correct your
potion, drape my work robe over so no one could see what I was doing. Do you
want to know what I was doing?”
“FUCK Y-YES, T-T-ELL ME!!!” Harry was so far gone from the story and being
fucked so fast and hard, that Severus could have asked if he him wanted to eat
a flubber worm, Harry would have said yes.
“I would left up that skirt and put aside that thong. I would have put a spell
on you making your boy pussy all nice and slick, but would not have done
anymore preparation then that. And then I would have every so slowly, slid into
you, making you stand so perfectly still. I fucked you slow and shallow, so no
one will know, but you keep pushing back making it feel so good and acting so
wantonly. Then I come, deep inside of you, and you come too all over your
pretty skirt. I move on, hiding myself as I turn back to see my cum, sliding
down your legs. Oh God!!! Come for me Harry!! Come now!!”
Harry did as he was told, with a shout clamping down on Severus’s cock, which
swelled before releasing its load. They fell together panting, giving kisses,
and ‘I love you’s to one another before drifting into a nap.
When the little vampire woke up, the cart was rattling with his lover at the
reins again, the horses in full gallop. He was still too tired and too happy to
complain.
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James rested his head in his hands, as he reread Dumbledore’s note. ‘Got out
most of the students. Others have been taken prisoner or worse. Pomfrey, Hooch,
Umbridge dead. No sign of Severus or Harry. Have spotted Charlotte. Chained,
fed whenever possible. Half the castle destroyed. Arriving in a few days.’
James gave out a roar of frustration and through the nearest thing he could
find: a small ceramic statue of a house elf from some minister from god knows
when.
He had known what Nero was planning, the boy told anyone who would give him a
minute of attention. Yet he had waved it off, hearing the reports of the armies
training in the mountains and just smiling contented in believing that his son
would never do something so drastic. Oh, how had he been wrong. Harry, Severus,
and Charlotte, all pawns to his Nero, toys to be played with. Some cherished,
some discarded, yet all necessary.
“What would you do, Charlotte?” James asked the silence. Oh he knew exactly
what she would have done. Took the boy by the ear and dragged him to a map of
the boundaries of the estate. ‘This,’ she would have said, ‘is your kingdom.
This,’ she would have produced ledgers of the vampire names of the pack, ‘are
you subjects. Your enemy is any pack who disrespects your noble lineage. Piss
off the humans and your kingdom will shrink, Prince Nero, and not because of
the Minister of Magic. No it will be from me, who stuffs you in a coffin with
snakes!! That is what we used to do in Barcelona. Be thankful! In Roma my
father would have an eye for this! A one eyed vampire means he has danced with
the devil!’
James shed a tear remember the last lucid thing that his beloved ever said to
him.
“Why didn’t he open the locket…”
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