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HP - Harry/Severus

Fic - "Young Immortals " HP/SS (NC17) (Part 10/13)

Posted on 2008.09.24 at 11:50
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Title: Young Immortals (Chapter 10 of 13)
Author/artist: winnett
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: PG13 - NC17
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Summary: Ten years have passed and Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny have done nothing but perfect their skills in preparation for their final battle with Voldemort. None of them expected they would run into Snape, let alone did they foresee the price he would demand for his teachings. Well, nobody except maybe Ginny.
Warnings: Blood. Male/Male sexual situations. Language. Rimming. Violence.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based in the world created by J.K.Rowling. They aren't mine and I make no money from them. No toes were intentionally stepped on.
Author's notes: Yet another vampire!bonding!fic that every vampire fanatic must write. What can I say, I love vampire fics. Written prior to Deathly Hallows during NaNoWriMo 2006. Spoilers for all books prior but no intended references to the final book. Thanks so much to asrai99 and yivel! You are both amazing with the super beta skills you have. All mistakes are mine and by all means, let me know if you find any.

Word count: Approximately 5,000 of a total of 57,400

Young Immortals - All Chapters

A/N - New beta has reviewed this chapter (and will review the rest). Thanks yivel for helping out!!

BIT 10

That evening, the five of them surrounded the intimate dinner table in a nook just off the kitchen. It had taken monumental coaxing—the promise of many blow jobs and nights full of wild sex—for Harry to convince Severus to join them. Harry seemed to have lost all inhibitions when it came to Severus and he took more than a small measure of delight at that. Still, Severus was unsure how he fit into their tight-knit group and was more than a little self-conscious knowing that Harry's friends were privy to their private affairs. He had always been a private person, but after reviewing his last ten years in solitude, he acknowledged he'd grown weary of isolation.

"Harry, pass the rolls, mate," Ron said as he piled his plate high with scoops of Josephine's mashed yams. Harry grabbed a roll and tossed it to Ron, gently arching over the flower arrangement set in the center of the table.

"Harry! Your manners are atrocious. You would think you were raised in a cupboard or something," Hermione scolded, passing a plate of carrots to him.

Severus stiffened. He had heard rumors about Harry's upbringing, all of the staff had. How could one of his closest friends bring up his traumatic childhood so disrespectfully? But Harry grinned at her and tossed a roll, which she deftly caught out of the air just as it brushed against the bent head of a pink carnation.

"Me, Harry," Ginny urged, butter knife in one hand ready to butter her roll. Harry threw her one and finally he turned to Severus.

He held up a dinner roll. "Roll?" he asked, his head tilted, eyes glinting with amusement. Severus laughed, and then quickly coughed to cover up the slip. He was unsure if he would ever understand their dynamics, but Harry loved them, and Severus was warmed by the feeling that this man, his mate, hadn't been alone these last ten years.

"No, thank you, Harry," Severus said.

"Maybe I can offer you something more…palatable later tonight," Harry said with a leer.

My God. Was Harry Potter trying to flirt with him? With witnesses?

He grew uncomfortably hot and realized every set of eyes was on him, even that of Madam Dreumora from her portrait over Ron's head, peering at him through a pair of opera glasses.

"Who knew a vampire could blush?" asked Ginny, delightedly.

Eventually, they all returned to their dinner as Severus refused to be baited by either Ginny's taunt or Harry's flirting. As the crowd ate, Severus merely sipped a glass of wine. His body did nothing with it, but at least the crystal glass kept his hands occupied. Unfortunately, he almost spewed the wine over the arranged carnations and fern fronds when he felt a very inquisitive toe nudge his calf.

He scooted his legs away from the intrusive limb, twisting his body slightly to the right.

Harry leaned forward for the pitcher of juice, filled his glass, asked if anyone else needed a refill and after the young man had placed it back down on the table, Severus realized Harry had edged closer to him. This time he felt a hand on his thigh.

Severus jumped, releasing a shamefully girly squawk. Ron, Hermione and Ginny stared at him like he'd just leapt from his chair announcing his support of Divinations as a most regal area of study. Harry was the only one not looking at him, very pointedly not looking at him.

"If you will excuse me," Severus said, rising. He couldn't endure such torment when all he wanted was to bend Harry over the dining table and sink both teeth and cock right into him.

"Severus, I'm sorry," Harry said, reaching out to grab Severus' arm. "Please stay, I promise to keep my hands to myself," he said sheepishly.

"And feet," Severus ordered sardonically.

"Damn! Okay, I promise that, too. All bodily appendages I shall keep to myself. Unless you need them later." Harry looked up at him through his thick eyelashes and black fringe and Severus' heart danced that single beat again.

Ron practically choked on a mouthful of yams. "Oi. Harry, we're eating. Please mate, not while I'm eating," he begged.

Though the girls erupted in laughter, Severus returned to his seat, his iron-strong demeanor no longer weakening under one wily Potter's attack.

Then claxons split the air and Severus could feel dread trickle up his spine.

The others shared shocked looks of cluelessness. "Harry," came the soft voice of the house-spirit.

"Yes, Josephine?" he asked after he'd swallowed his bite of beef, wiping the corners of his lips with a silken napkin as he stood.

"You have visitors. They seek an audience with all of you, including Mr. Snape." Josephine cast a disgusted look at Severus. "I have placed them in the receiving room, sir."


"Thank you, Josephine. Can you tell me who it is?"

"Yes. They are Mr. Seamus Finnigan and Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"Seamus and Kingsley!" Ron exclaimed, jumping up from the table.

"The Order? They're here to talk to us. Maybe give us some new intel." Hermione also sprang from her chair and the two ran from the room, soon followed by Ginny, who had begun humming a perky tune.

"Shall we, Severus?" Harry asked as he waited next to the table.

He stood, but had no words. Was this it? Was this the end? The waiting was all over?

They arrived at the receiving room as loud questions and fierce hugs were passed around. "Is there news of Voldemort?" "How's the Order back in England?" "Are my mum and dad doing well?" "We found the best instructor we could have asked for."

"Oh really, who is that?" Kingsley asked with a broad grin. He now had a gold tooth that glinted brightly in the light of the candles, matching the hoop in his ear.

"Why, Professor Snape of course," said Harry as he and Severus entered the room. "Kingsley, Seamus, it's amazing to see you. Why are you here? Not that we aren't excited to have you, of course." The five stared at the newcomers with held breath, waiting for the worst, hoping for the best.

Kingsley smiled at them all; he hadn't even faltered when he saw Severus, just seemed surprised and pleased. "Severus, there you are. We thought you'd been killed when we hadn't heard from you."

Severus drew his eyebrows together and fixed the jaunty man with an angry stare. "Hadn't heard from me? I had not heard from you for five years. I was under the assumption that you had cut ties from me due to my…condition."

"Condition? Why, what's wrong?" Kingsley asked. "Are you ill?"

Harry looked at Severus and so did the other three fourths of the Potter Team, unwilling to speak for their… companion. Friend maybe.

Severus stepped away from Harry's side to pace the small room, his hands clenched together behind him, head hanging forward, hiding his features behind a veil of black hair. He always felt more calm in movement.

"When I first arrived at this post ten years ago, I was irate." Kingsley chuckled at the obvious understatement. "The Order shuffled me to this cursed corner of the world. I spent years here in this desolate hellhole, with sporadic contact from the Order, just to 'keep my ears and eyes open.' As if anything would happen out here." He paused, glancing up briefly at the swords and lances organized in a spiraling pattern on the far wall, then lowered his head once more. "I had tried to make contact with other Sentinels and other individuals who might be in the line of rumor, or even some Voldemort supporters or those who had followed that pureblood right political crap. But as I said, this place is a hole. There isn't anybody here. No other ex-Death Eaters or dark wizards, no dark creatures. None of that. The biggest draw to this area was this Manor, which the Order had set me up in."

He paused to look from Kingsley to Harry, both focused on the confession of his private failings. He began walking again, back and forth, from the wall of sharp edges to the ungiving brick of the fireplace. He felt trapped, like one of those mochits locked away in a magically warded gilt cage. A set of windows, floor-to-ceiling, lined the wall. "Which—Kingsley, you might find this amusing—is a magical house bound to the bloodline of Gryffindor. Oh, this damned House loves that I'm here," he said with a sneer, "and informs me of such on a daily basis. Or she did…" he stopped for a minute, his pacing and his words. Then he stood up straighter, his back to the assemblage as he studied the cold, purple evening beyond the window panes and continued his speech.

"So I left the area. I expanded my searches going into the less Muggle inhabited east. I started to hear rumors, which I passed onto the Order, but got no word back from you." He swiveled around and glared at Kingsley. "There was a dark aura that had taken up residence in a tiny hamlet in the Alps. I investigated; it could have been Voldemort or one of his supporters. Well, it wasn't." Severus stopped for a breath and looked at the rapt, attentive eyes all glued on him. He hadn't told anyone this, not even Harry. Harry offered him a reassuring smile when he looked at the younger man and he could feel Harry's support and pride through their bond. To hell with him and his friendly gestures. Severus swallowed.

"I confronted the creature that was emitting the dark aura. I found it attacking villagers, freely and unrestrained. It had little humanity left…

"Of course I did what I could. But the speed of these things. I hadn't fought a vampire prior to my encounter with it and was admittedly unprepared and out of practice. It took me." There. It was said.

Kingsley's eyebrows drew together, but he said nothing. Seamus looked confused.

"To this day I don't know why it didn't kill me. It is still out there. When I awoke, I was what I am now… My blood tainted and body twisted." He ground the words out between his teeth, hating this moment of sharing his secrets, his shame. "I retreated to this manor to recover. I couldn't…" I couldn't perform magic. He shook his head, his long hair swaying with the gesture. "I was at a loss for what to do with who I had become." He had lived his life in the dark for so long and he had eventually become that darkness. He could no longer atone for his past sins.

Severus examined the individuals in the room, witnessing the horror he saw in Seamus Finnigan's eyes as realization finally sunk in through his dim, over-taxed brain and the concern knitting the brow of Kingsley. Would they still trust him?

"But," blurted out Harry, "we've been here for weeks now and Severus hasn't done anything to harm us. In fact, he's been helping us improve our skills for when we eventually find that bastard." Severus noted Harry said nothing about Ginny's prophecy.

"So," Kingsley said after a moment of silence. "You've been waiting here for the past ten years as Sentinel, most of those years without any contact from us and living with… what, the vampiric curse?"

Severus nodded sharply. "I have actually been in recent contact with another Sentinel who had located me here." Severus felt inclined to add.

Kingsley looked surprised, his eyebrows crawling up his bald forehead. "Really? We hadn't heard anything from any operatives. Of course the system doesn't always work. Many agents have been lost. Floo connections dying, owls not delivering. When we visit a location our agent can't be found. We looked for you, Severus. When we got word that Harry was here and studying under you, we didn't know how to take the news. So we decided on a visit. I myself had searched for you a few times and I couldn't find this place. This time I had no problem." He lifted his shoulder in a bear-like shrug.

Severus stood silent for a moment, as still as an oak on a windless day. Finally, he nodded. "A full veela by the name of Serephia visited recently," he said, trying to work out why the Sentinel hadn't reported his presence to the Order. He felt an 'oh shite' reaction brewing as the clues began to take shape before his eyes.

The quartet looked curiously at Severus, Harry a bit more curiously than the others.

"Serephia? A veela? She's not a Sentinel. Not that I'm aware of," Seamus said, looking to Kingsley for confirmation.

Kingsley shook his head. "I haven't heard that name, either," he said.

The warning bells and red flags that had been nagging Severus for the past few weeks were in full parade now. Sadly, he realized he wasn't all that shocked. "Hmm, interesting. I wonder who she works for, then." Though he wasn't really wondering that hard at all.

"So…" Harry asked with forced nonchalance, taking a few steps towards Severus. "A veela's been visiting you?"

Kingsley looked over at Harry, then back at Severus, from concern to a mildly abashed expression that looked alien on Severus's face. His frown deepened as he watched the two.

Turning to Harry, Severus said, "Yes, she has visited this house three times. The last time I avoided her presence. That was the night I met you in town."

"Our third?" Harry asked.

Severus nodded.

Harry's eyes never left his. "Did you…drink…from her?"

"Oh, Merlin's beard, don't tell me you're a fecking blood bag for Severus 'The Vampire' Snape? Are you barking at the moon, Harry?" Seamus exclaimed. "And what, you're worried he's been sucking blood from someone else? Morgana's tit Harry, how far have you fallen?"

"Shut your trap, Seamus," Ron scolded their old dorm mate, taking a menacing step towards him.

"Yes," Severus said to Harry, ignoring the interruption. "Twice. She tried to get me to feed from her a third time, but… Josephine helped me escape her. The first time I was so starved I had no resistance to it. The second, I remembered the taste of blood and gave in." Holding Harry's eyes became a trial. "Gave in far too easily." He searched Harry's face, seeking something to ease his shame, needing reassurances only Harry could give him. "And then I realized she was charming me. I fled to avoid her spell on her third visit and came to you that night."

"But she can still… It'll only take one more time and you'll join with her." Understanding and a hint of frustration tinted Harry's face, the lift of his eyebrow, the down turned corner of his mouth. "'Cause, you can join with more than one," he said softly.

With two long strides, Severus crossed the room to Harry and gripped his forearms. "I will do everything in my power to avoid that, Harry. Know this as fact." The words felt heavy, like a vow.

Harry nodded even while Seamus made gagging noises and Ron continued to tell him off.

"So, let me get this straight," Kingsley said over the racket of the argument. "Severus is a vampire. Harry's been feeding him blood. Somehow they have become… attached? And a veela has been visiting, claiming to be a Sentinel and feeding Severus as well."

"Yep," chimed in Hermione. "So, now that that is all clear, why don't you tell us what is going on with the search for Voldemort. Please!"

She pulled up a French design, high backed chair and flopped in it, legs sprawled in uncouth mimicry of an old west harlot. Ginny walked over and sat at Hermione's feet. The two looked up at Kingsley like a pair of Siamese cats waiting for their bowls of milk. Hermione petted Ginny's ginger hair, twining long strands around her fingers. The man seemed to have problems absorbing just how curious the entire situation was.

"Okay…" he drawled. "And you two…? Oh, never mind. I have some good news for everyone."

"What? You found him?" Harry practically lunged at Kingsley.

"Well, no. We haven't heard anything solid about him since his disappearance ten years ago. I am here to call you all back to London. Time for you to hang up your wand belts and settle down like I know you all want to." He said this like he offered them the winning national lottery ticket, no strings attached.

The excited glaze that had lit all of their eyes faded at the news, replaced by looks of sheer disbelief and loss. "No news of Voldemort," Hermione said sadly. She looked down at Ginny. "Gin, do you get any… feeling or idea that he's dead or anything?"

Kingsley continued to watch them and their inexplicable reactions and Severus didn't blame the man for looking lost. "Do you know something, Ginny?" Kingsley asked.

Ginny was looking up at Hermione. "Other than what I already told you… But I just haven't ever gotten the sense that he's dead. Especially concerning the latest development." She gestured over at Harry and Severus who were standing close together.

"Sorry, Kingsley," came Ron's strong voice. "As much as we all want to just go home and be done with this, we can't leave Harry. Harry won't step down until Voldemort is dead. He has his prophecy, but he also has us. We won't abandon him. So here we are, where we've always been, biding our time, training, waiting," he said, stepping closer to Harry's other side.

"But we haven't found out anything about Voldemort, Ron," Kingsley said. "Certainly you want to go back home, maybe try out for Auror training or work for your father, something other than traveling across continents chasing ghosts. He isn't out there. If he is, he's gone so far into hiding it may take decades for him to resurface and you don't want to spend the rest of your life as wanderers, do you?" He was pleading with them, and Severus couldn't help but hate the man for trying to take Harry, and the others, away from him.

At these words the four looked at each other. Finally, Harry took a deep breath. "He's right. You should go back. Hermione, I know you've wanted to try your hand at either research or writing pornography, depending on your mood that day. Ginny, you don't belong out here in these long forgotten places. I know you want to go back and be with your family and fall in love and have your own. And Ron, I know you've always wanted to be an Auror, or a Quidditch star, and you aren't getting any younger." He chuckled, but nobody joined him and the laughter died with his next breath. "Go on, go home." He limply tossed out his hand, like he was shooing them away, but it was half-hearted and completely ineffectual.

Ginny started laughing. "Fall in love and start a family? God, Harry, when will you get a clue? I love you, and Hermione and Ron. You three are my family. I will follow you, great Captain, to the ends of the earth until the final days on this quest. We all will. So stop being stupid." She threw a beige chintz pillow at him, which hit him in the chest and rebounded to the floor.

For a moment, Harry looked dazed, unspeaking, and he roughly wiped at his eyes. "Well," he finally said, "what do you want to do? Stay here and train with Severus? Travel again, looking for any news we can find?"

"I think that veela is the key," Severus interrupted. "I think we need to sit that woman down and have a nice, informative interrogation session."

"Okay, so now we need veela bait?" Seamus asked incredulously.

"I do believe I would suffice as such bait. However, she seems to know when there are others in the house, so you would have to vacate until she shows."

"I don't like it," Harry practically growled, taking Kingsley and Seamus by surprise. "I don't want to leave you here, alone, where she can get at you." He closed the distance and grabbed bunches of Severus' shirt in each fist and pulled the vampire close against him. Severus was startled to see the possessive spark in those deep green eyes and he growled in return.

The emotions surging over the bond exploded across Severus' skin, through his muscles and bones and heart. He leaned down to capture those lips, soft and open, to swallow this man whole, to take…

"Okay, boys," Hermione interrupted, jumping to her feet. She wrapped her arms around them, turning them away from the speechless Aurors. "Why don't you go … umm, talk it over and we can entertain our guests. Okay? Bye." She pushed them towards the open door. In a quieter voice she murmured, "Not that I mind watching, but it might scare the straight boys."

They left without further urging.


"Severus," Harry said through windows in their heated kisses. "The idea of that woman…" he growled and bit Severus on the neck, just as Severus had earlier, "touching you…" he ripped off Severus' shirt, splitting it right down the seam, casting it to the floor, "drives me mad." He finished speaking and pushed the taller man to the bed to strip off his trousers and then engulfed Severus' erection in one gulp.

He sucked frantically, feeling Severus grow harder, his bollocks pulled tight as the gasping man raced towards orgasm with the force of a locomotive. Harry repeatedly swallowed him deep, pressing his tongue against the underside of his cock, but then, unceremoniously, let him free of his mouth; the chill of the cool forced out a gasp.

"Wha…?" Severus whined, but shut up as soon as Harry flipped him over on the bed.

Harry needed this, he needed to claim, to prove his territory and something mindless drove him to take Severus. But even as that mindless part urged him to just take, Harry's heart told him to be gentle, like Severus had been with him.

He leaned over Severus' back, trailing nips and then coating them with wet kisses, all the while chanting 'mine, mine, mine' through his one-track thoughts. Leaving a wet trail down Severus' spine he reached his flat arse, but didn't stop there. With that mindless part of himself in charge, he did something he hadn't even heard of before. He dipped his tongue into that tight crevice, seeking out the warm entrance.

"Ohh, Harry," Severus moaned, pushing himself back into Harry's face, spreading his legs wider. Harry loved it, not necessarily the taste, but the feeling of his bond mate squirming underneath him and he continued to devour Severus, impaling him with his tongue. "Merlin…" Severus moaned and squirmed and Harry became heady with the power he felt flooding him. He reached through Severus' spread thighs and grabbed his weeping cock, stroking it slowly with just partial pressure, not enough to bring his lover off as his tongue wriggled deeper within him.

Severus groaned and Harry's cock jumped at the sound. He continued to rub Severus off as he licked him deep, adding a finger to the hole, further massaging the man's entrance.

Severus' tightness slowly eased and Harry sat back to cast that same spell his lover used on him and reinserted his finger, delighting in the warmth that embraced him. "God, Severus. You feel… amazing. So beautiful. All mine," he growled and continued to fuck the older man with his one finger while nipping love bites all over his lower back and thighs. He added another finger, searching for that spot that drove Harry crazy when Severus had touched it.

From the loud gasp, Harry knew he'd hit it. "Is that it?" he asked in awe and brushed up against the spot again.

"Harry, now… fuck me now," Severus begged, and Harry did as ordered.

"Severus, so amazing, you're so amazing." He kneeled behind Severus, positioned himself at that welcoming entrance and sheathed himself completely. His eyes rolled back at the sensation, hot and tight and smooth, and he almost lost it with the one thrust. This was Severus, his mate, his lover. His. "Mine."

He pulled out and thrust in slowly, again and again, holding himself in check. "Stop toying with me, Harry. Harder." Something within him snapped.

With passion and fury and fire, he pounded into the man before him, gripping hard on his hips, bruising and marking and claiming. "Severusss." With no sense of anything but pleasure and need, Harry leaned forward and grabbed at Severus' dick, pulling and rubbing in a maddening tempo. It didn't take long for either of them in their fevered rutting. Harry slammed into Severus who pushed back and met with each thrust. Eventually, there was no rhythm, only the beat of the blood in their veins and the hard grunts filling the air, bodies spasming for friction and completion. The world exploded as they came, Harry deep within Severus and Severus all over his belly as Harry's hand clutched around him.

Harry rode out the orgasm, slowing down his thrusts and kissing Severus' back with loving gentleness. Eventually he stilled, and they collapsed on the bed in a pile of arms and legs with Harry nuzzling the back of Severus' neck and whispering nonsense of praise and love. Soon they slipped into a numb daze.


They woke up sore, sticky and extremely content. "Good God, Severus, I love fucking you," Harry said with a soft smile. He reached up and tucked a stray hair behind his lover's ear, shocked at the love bites all over his neck, chest, abdomen... "Uh, I overdid it a bit," he confessed as he traced the kiss-sized bruises with his fingertips.

Severus sighed contently. "That's fine, Harry. I enjoyed earning them." Harry shivered with pleasure.

They rose and showered. Harry healed most of Severus' bruises except for one, which Severus insisted on keeping and Harry felt immensely relieved to let it remain. Then they left the sanctuary of Harry's room to find their guests.

However, the only one still awake at the late night hour was Ginny, who was curled up in the library flipping through A History of Grindylows in Romanian Circus Acts.

"Must be a good read to keep you up this late," Harry said as he sat himself down next to Ginny on the cushioned bench. St. Francis tended his flock above them.

"Oh good, you're done." Ginny set the book aside and faced Harry and Severus. "I needed to talk to you, about this veela." Tension pulled at Harry's nerves at the mention of the woman who had been trying to take what was his, but a light touch from Severus eased the jealous hold.

"I think I understand something now, some vibe I've been getting. It didn't make any sense at first, so I didn't bother any of you with it. But I had a feeling that while Severus was trustworthy and we were supposed to meet with him and you were to join with him, there was this other inkling that he was somehow altered." The typical Ginny smile was missing, replaced by a grim look that kept Harry tense and at the ready.

"Altered?" they asked together.

She jumped to her feet, her face flush as she spoke quickly, words flooding from her mouth. "Yeah, that he wasn't exactly who was in the visions, that he had shifted somehow from who he had been. And I think it was the fact that the veela had been feeding you. She isn't supposed to be. Do you understand what that means?" Ginny asked frantically. The men shook their heads. "Something in the timeline has been messed with. Or my vision had been messed with." She began pacing, gesturing wildly as she explained what she barely understood. "I'm not sure, but when a vision is received there are many outcomes, but the facts are usually still the facts, however vague they might be. But in this case, Severus is not the Severus of my visions." Her voice rose with each word, grew heavy with the implications. "My visions didn't account for the veela. Her actions are somehow off my vision detection."

That didn't sound good. "But who, or what, can do that?" Harry asked. "Is that a natural veela ability, maybe?" He felt he was grasping at straws. Since veela were not technically dark creatures, they had never bothered studying them.

Ginny shook her head. "No, I don't think so."

Severus said, "However, there are some branches of magic dealing with fate and time that could possibly have been utilized to sneak that woman in without you knowing about it, Miss Weasley. Very complicated forms of magic that only a very powerful wizard could master. Either Voldemort has a new ally, perhaps it is this veela, who is not a weak individual, or he has regained much of his strength." He shared a grave look with Harry and Ginny. "I think the endgame might be upon us."


BIT 11


Emila-Wan Kenobi
emila_wan at 2008-09-24 19:40 (UTC) (Link)
Ooh, the plot thickens!

*grinning madly*
winnettfics at 2008-09-24 19:52 (UTC) (Link)
Wow! You are fast! I feel like I just posted this... Wait, I did!

Yes, the plot is thickening. These last two 'substance' chapters are all about the plot. Chapter 13 is an epilogue.

Happy you enjoyed! And thanks for the comment. *grin*
Emila-Wan Kenobi
emila_wan at 2008-09-24 23:13 (UTC) (Link)
I guess I just got lucky. I refreshed my friendlist and there it was. SQUEE! I will be sad when this one is over. I can't get enough of Vampire!Snape.
winnettfics at 2008-09-25 14:38 (UTC) (Link)
I love it when that happens. Like the stars are alligned or something when you refresh and a WIP you are following is updated. :) I'm happy that you will be sad (sadistic, aren't I). I'm really pleased that you like the story and Vamp!Snape.

But I know exactly how you feel!

Thank you again. *squeezes*
xyverz at 2008-09-24 19:51 (UTC) (Link)
*swoon* Another wonderful chapter. Keep up the good work. =D
winnettfics at 2008-09-24 19:53 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I love making my readres swoon! That takes skill. *grin* Thanks so much for reading and for the lovely comment. :)
gommeke at 2008-09-24 20:36 (UTC) (Link)
waw, am I glad I decided to recheck my flist. What a wonderful chapter.
winnettfics at 2008-09-25 14:38 (UTC) (Link)
*bows* Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it.
allmuzedup at 2008-09-24 22:33 (UTC) (Link)
ooooh. sneaky damn veelas hmmm.
winnettfics at 2008-09-25 14:39 (UTC) (Link)
Aren't they just! You can't trust 'em as far as you can throw 'em. ;)

Thanks for reading!!!
hambares at 2008-09-24 23:24 (UTC) (Link)
What and who is this veela? She is quite the mystery! And now you add in maybe a time shift? Oi!
winnettfics at 2008-09-25 14:40 (UTC) (Link)
Hehehe. I love that I have you all in a curious state. She is a mystery and you will find out soon enough.

Fate manipulation is a very scary thing.

Thank you so much for reading. :)
thrnbrooke at 2008-09-25 01:53 (UTC) (Link)
Doesn't sound good! Either way that's bad news!
winnettfics at 2008-09-25 14:41 (UTC) (Link)
Oh no! Yeah, it could be bad. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. :)
Truthful Plum Logical Horse
megyal at 2008-09-25 03:17 (UTC) (Link)
it might scare the straight boys.

Oh goodness, I like that Seamus is freaking out. And they're such a perfect family, there for each other.


AND HOT SEX. Goodness me.
winnettfics at 2008-09-25 14:42 (UTC) (Link)
Seamus doesn't take these shocks with much grace. hehehe They are a perfect family for each other! Thank you!! That is one of the things I really wanted to make come to life in this story... just how close they are.

Plot and Hot Sex! I try to give you equal smatterings. I'm so pleased you are enjoying Megyal! *snuggles you*
yanagi_wa at 2008-09-25 03:17 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, dear, I knew I didn't like that Veela. This is not good for our friends. Great chapter. I really liked the hot smex between Harry and Sev. Thank you.
winnettfics at 2008-09-25 14:43 (UTC) (Link)
She is a sneaky one. I'm glad you liked the hot smex! :) I'm always unsure if I over do it/under do it... so it is nice to know it worked. Thanks for reading and commenting. :)
keyairreem at 2008-09-25 05:29 (UTC) (Link)
*drools* I soo wanted to be Hermione watching the boyz! More soon I hope!
winnettfics at 2008-09-25 14:43 (UTC) (Link)
LMAO! Me too!!! Gah... yeah... too bad the guys couldn't handle it. But you still got a good view of it.

More on Monday... The rest of the story will be posted next week.

Thanks for keeping with the story!
svartalfur at 2008-09-25 08:08 (UTC) (Link)
Jealous and possessive Harry is very hot! Great chapter!
winnettfics at 2008-09-25 14:44 (UTC) (Link)
Oh God, I know. I love jealous/possessive characters (as long as it isn't over done.) Got any good recs off the top of your head? I'm happy I did it right! Thanks so much for reading. :)
svartalfur at 2008-09-26 09:56 (UTC) (Link)
The best jealous and possessive Snape is still Telanu's Tea Series Snape, imo. Her Harry's pretty possessive, too. He learns from a master. ;)
winnettfics at 2008-09-29 14:43 (UTC) (Link)
I love that story. I've read it a few times. I might have to read it again... when I have time! :)
xikum at 2008-09-28 20:07 (UTC) (Link)
Hmm... now, the question is, did they know about Ginny's visions/ability and either find a way to mess with them (I'm guessing not), or to hide themselves from her, in case she picked up on the possible future (that's my bet)?

That bit about Snape being able to bond with the veela Too - that a vampire can bond with more than one individual - that's downright scary!! May it be that given the veela blood, Snape can only bond with one now, so long as that one is alive? (fingers crossed, hope hope hope) - Added bonus, it would be too funny to see one part of Voldie's plan rebound against him, spoiling other parts of his own plans!

But this veela, I am very interested in seeing how you use her! I could see her in different roles; as an agent of Voldie, as an agent of the veela, acting against Voldie (maybe because he is so againt non-wizards, except to use them) or as her own person with her own agenda.

Great story!!!
winnettfics at 2008-09-29 14:55 (UTC) (Link)
About the vampire being able to do multiple bonds -- when I started this story I really wanted to do something different with vamps, so I went with this. I think it seems plausible, as much as a vampire. ;)

The next chapter spills the beans, but I'm not going to do that now! I really enjoy reading your theories. Thanks so much for reading!!
eles_cave at 2009-03-10 10:21 (UTC) (Link)
And what differs here from the fanfiction.net-version? I can't detect anything offensive...?

Actually, what bothers me is all this making out in front of others. Doesn't feel right when Severus is involved. I know, you explain it through his vampire nature changing him, but isn't him being such a private person what makes it thrilling to see him in an intimate situation?

It was good, however, to learn how exactly he came to be what he is. I found it strange that he hadn't done any research on his own new nature, but his explanation makes sense. Why would Voldemort bother with Severus? That postulates that he knows some part of the future himself, doesn't it? Of what use could Severus be to him? After all, it surely would be easier to just get rid of him instead of luring him this way (this of course assumes that their guess about the Veela-Voldemort-connection is right). *Is paranoid and even contemplates if the vampire was sent to cross Severus' path by someone*
winnettfics at 2009-03-10 14:20 (UTC) (Link)
I try to mellow out anything FF.net on the sex side of things. At least that is my intention!

I was trying to show how possessive and protective both of them are to each other now, that it would override his private nature. Ah, sometimes I don't quite nail what I'm trying to do, but I do try!

I'm excited that I have you worried and wondering about upcoming events! Thanks so much for reading and your good thoughts on what exactly I'm doing and what works and doesn't work for you. Plus all the typo catching, which I can't really change on ff,net, but I plan on changing here when I am done with my night class. :)
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