|starduchess (starduchess) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2011-11-07 14:32:00
|Entry tags:||ficlet, member: starduchess, pairing: severus/harry, rating: r|
Encounter, part 2 by StarDuchess
Title: Encounter, part 2
Word Count: 700 x 2
Warnings: blood, violence
Summary: Harry awakes to his new life as a vampire and takes his first bite of revenge.
Beta: my co-worker and former English teacher, Tracye
A/N: Inspired by vividzephyr's wonderful art piece from the Back to Hogwarts fest, Pale Moon. This is the sequel to last year's fic Encounter. This will be an on-going series as requested by multiple people. Sorry it's a week late, though. Happy Halloween!!!!!
Harry came to full wakefulness with an awful burning in his throat, his gums aching and a piercing pain in his stomach. He groaned upon sitting up. His mouth was parched and his eyes felt tight. He ached all over.
“Ah, my companion, I see that you have risen. This will be a new night for you. There is much you must learn, but first we feed.” At the final word, Harry saw Snape’s face come into view. It was full of maliciousness and hunger and anticipation.
He shivered and backed away, shaking his head. “No, no … please, no.” Images from last night flooded his mind -- of Snape feeding from him, of Snape fucking him, of Snape forcing him to drink his blood. “No!” he cried, stumbling away, bile rising in his throat, fear clawing at his insides, though there was no heart beating to accompany it. “What have you done to me?”
Snape was there in an instant, holding him, trapping him. “Use that brain for something important, Potter. I’ve made you like me. I’ve made you mine!” His lips descended in a brutal kiss.
Harry fought against Snape and the fear, but then Snape bit his own tongue and let his blood coat Harry’s mouth. The coppery tang invaded his senses and teased the monster in his veins. His canines elongated, and he whimpered at the pain, but he also greedily devoured Snape’s mouth, trying to capture more of the life fluid. But there wasn’t enough.
Snape broke the kiss, so they could continue with tonight’s activities, though Harry keened at the loss. “Soon, my little one, soon you will have a feast of blood.”
Snape guided Harry outside the labyrinth of Hogwarts’ dungeons. The night was cool, but Harry’s body didn’t register it. The moon, still mostly full, only a small edge hidden, cast a glow on the countryside almost as bright to Harry’s new eyes as full daylight. Sounds and smells came to him in greater intensities than before. He could hear owls hunting the skies and bats diving for insects. Off to one side, he could smell moss growing in the forest and rich truffles covering the ground. A faint odor of decay lay everywhere. Rodents scurried into holes or up trees. He could make out a pack of wolves eating in a nearby grove, and the smell of fresh blood drove him wild with need.
“Be still,” Snape commanded, while holding the struggling youth. “You will give away your position and lose your prey. We will feast soon. There,” he pointed, indicating some hares hanging about a copse of evergreens, having not scampered into their burrow yet.
With lightening speed, they pounced on the unsuspecting rabbits, Harry’s canines ripping through flesh to gulp down the blood. It was good and it eased the pain in his gut, although not relieving all of it. “It’s not enough,” he complained.
“There will be more, but there are ground rules to be laid first. No leaving half-alive corpses, unless you mean to turn them, and you will not turn anyone without my approval. The deceased, both animal and human, must be decapitated before burial or cremation. Do not stray far from Hogwarts’ grounds, until you are fully aware of your new powers and limitations. Put some soil from Hogwarts in your boots, so as not to ache when you leave. Do not, under any circumstances, attract attention. Am I clear?”
Harry trembled as the full awareness of what he was began to sink in.
“Potter, answer me!” There was a hint of power in the voice.
Something in his being forced Harry to answer his sire. “Yes, sir. Is … is this my life now?”
Snape sneered his most wicked grin. “Oh, yes, and you will come to enjoy it.”
Harry’s eyes grew wider, but with a hint of deviance in them, of anger. “Are you punishing me? Is this your revenge on my father, on Sirius ... on me?”
“Hardly,” he smirked. “To the contrary, Mr. Potter, this will be both our rewards. It is evident that you do not understand, but It will become clear as to why in time.”
Harry gulped, not believing him at all.
The next nights were spent teaching Harry the ways of his new existence, the new powers and abilities -- to become the predator in the hunt, to listen and smell at long ranges, to find speed in travel, to transform into wolf or bat or mist, to capture the mind of the prey, to feed without leaving a residue -- and the new delights and dangers that awaited him. He learned to feast on rodents and dogs, cattle and livestock, all manner of mammals, whose warm blood soothed his hunger and gave life to his being. It was harsh at first as he fought the bloodlust, until he was weak with hunger pains and Snape ordered him to drink. He could not refuse those orders, and he eventually let go of his disgust and embraced the delightful taste.
His sire was surprisingly gentle during the days as they slept. Newly-formed, Harry grew hungry quickly and needed extra sleep while the sun beat down on the earth. But gradually the intense need to feed reduced and the need for sleep lessened. When he was comfortable with his protege's progress, Snape took him back to bed. Their love-making was heady and intoxicating, their souls and minds merging in the sharing of blood and body. Harry couldn’t help but enjoy these moments, and it furthered the seduction into this new life.
Soon the fullness of Snape’s plan was revealed to Harry: he meant to take out all who had treated the two of them with ill will. The rest would either be left alone or would be brought into the fold. They would create a new order for themselves, not subjected to the indignities of the Wizarding and Muggle worlds any longer. A slow smile spread across Harry’s face as he began to plot against their first victims.
The house still stood on Privet Drive just as he remembered. The lawn looked less cared for since he had left, and the inside seemed shabbier. It was wretched to walk through the halls and rooms and remember what happened there, but it fueled his anger, added to his bloodlust. Snape knew all his memories now, and Harry knew the older vampire was fuming at the travesty that had befallen his first love’s son here. Harry touched the other’s mind and nodded in the direction of the stairs.
Silent as wraiths, they floated up to the first floor landing and crept to the master bedroom. They changed as mist and went under the closed door, congealing again inside the room next to the sleeping couple.
Snape shook Petunia from sleep first. “Awaken, bint. It’s time to pay the piper,” he sneered.
Opening her eyelids, she saw what was in front of her and shrieked. The shrill noise woke her husband, his yell of “What’s all this, Petunia?” adding to the cacophony of gurgling sounds coming from her ripped throat before Harry grabbed his pajamas and hauled the fat man out of bed.
Harry stepped into the light from the street lamp so his uncle could see him, the man’s eyes narrowing in recognition, his wife’s plight forgotten for the moment.
“You freak! How dare you come in here and assault me and mine?” He struggled against Harry’s grip, but it was iron solid. Not what he had remembered of the little boy he’d abused.
“I’ve come to claim my due, Uncle,” was all Harry said before his fangs emerged, and he bent his head to latch onto the neck within his grasp. The blood filled his being while the screams of his uncle filled his soul. At last, this man was being punished for his crimes, and Harry would make sure that he could never hurt anyone again. From across the room, he watched with satisfaction as Snape snapped the head of his aunt, another injustice finally righted.
As they cremated the bodies, burning the house and all its painful memories to the ground, Harry finally felt at peace. He was free from their scorn, free from Voldemort’s terror, free from the Wizarding world’s pressures, free from others’ expectations -- just finally free. He now understood Snape’s version of a reward, and he looked forward to it.