Rating: PG13 - NC17
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 430 of a total of 60,000
Young Immortals - All Chapters
It was the largest gala event of the century, though the century was rather young. People from all over the world were in attendance and the excited celebrants barely fit into the grand ballroom of Baden Manor. Members of the British Ministry were there as well as the magical governments of the major countries of the world. Every member of the Order of the Phoenix attended, and prominent members of the gentry as well as common folk. Josephine reveled in the life within her and she felt she'd finally achieved her purpose after all those years alone.
She had to expand a bit, for it was only proper that everyone have a place to stay for the weekend's celebration. So hallways were extended and rooms were added and people were housed in divine comfort, for she was magical and could do these things.
Flitting from kitchen, to dining area, to ballroom, to drawing room, not to mention the library and the countless other gathering spaces an old manor could contain, she kept herself busy, but always watched for one man.
Her master. Harry Potter, Heir of Gryffindor. Master of Baden Manor. The Boy Who Lived. The Vanquisher of Voldemort.
She worried about him and that new force contained within with which he had to contend. The Dark magic he'd absorbed was powerful, but he didn't have to struggle with it alone. He had the most cantankerous vampire on earth to help him. Josephine watched on as Severus pulled Harry in close, wary of his burns that were still healing, unwilling to be away from him even as curious eyes tracked them. He levitated small morsels of food and glasses of wine, excited in his own way that his magic hadn't entirely been taken from him. Their bond healing in miraculous ways. Harry was content through the night, always near Severus, always smiling. Happy.
The evil man they'd both been haunted by for so many years was dead. And while that veela woman hadn't been found, Josephine never intended to open her door for her again.
As the sun set on the dark valley, drinks overflowed, friends hugged and congratulated each other, and people praised Harry and his troupe and laughter filled the air.
Later, she popped in on Harry once more and found him in his room, wrapped around that dark man who made him so happy and she smiled at them together for the first time, acknowledging that she was happy, too. And as they embraced she realized that more beats within the heart than blood.