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Title: The Good Fight

Author: unbroken_halo

Pairing: Vamp!Snape/Harry

Rating: R

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and company. I just make them do naughty things. I made no money doing it either.

Warnings: Graphic description of injuries, BDSM, underage sex. Dark Fic and Character Death. Oh yeah Vampirism.

Summary: After being attacked and left for dead Harry finds out there is only one person who can help him.

Challenge: Free Range Vamp-bunny challenge: Pre-HBP Harry is at the Dursleys and gets attacked by Death Eaters. They leave Harry for dead and the only way to save him is for Snape to bite him. Harry should be very reluctant and angry towards Snape. Cool things: err BDSM Harry as a sub. err maybe rimming, bondage, rough sex and the like just be creative. Squicks: none really

Archive: Sure, why not. Please just let me know where you put it. neuwitch02@yahoo.com

Author’s notes: Thanks to

snapesdarkling for the title.

witch_were,

tricia_gnosis and

lexique for the betas and read through. This is my first Vamp!fic so I hope you enjoy it. I tweaked several vampire legends to come up with the type of vampire Snape is in this fic.

The Good Fight

A fat grey rat sniffed around a neatly trimmed hedge. Next door a terrier barked. The rat started and scurried under the hedge to hide. The dog quit barking and the rat ventured into the backyard of the home he had come to investigate.

It was a nicely kept yard and the rat looked up at the fabricated house. It matched the description the Umbridge woman had given the Dark Lord. You-Know-Who had not been happy after the incidents at the Ministry. He had lost a good number of followers to Azkaban that night; not to mention the loss of the prophecy.

Malfoy junior had been the one to inform the Dark Lord about the woman. The spawn of Lucius had felt the need to make up for the fiasco and had told He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named of the woman’s efforts to discredit Potter and how she had set the Dementors on him.

It was this fact that convinced the Dark Lord to find and question this woman. She knew where Harry had been sequestered and hidden from his sight. One look at the Dark Lord had the woman paling. A quick Imperio! and the toad like creature was spilling all the information he needed.

A plan was formed and set into motion. All that was needed was the signal from Pettigrew to start the attack.

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Dumbledore stared at the wreckage that was once the front room of the Dursley house.
Furniture overturned and ripped to shreds. Black scorches on the walls of ill aimed hexes that had missed their mark. Lupin turned over an armchair and found Petunia Dursley. Her eyes open, terror plainly written on the horsey face.

Lupin looked back at Dumbledore and shook his head. Dumbledore frowned and motioned the others to fan out in the room. A cry from the kitchen brought them running. Tonks stood over Pettigrew’s broken body. She turned him over and the bones in his body had ground together as if he were a bag of loose coins.

The carnage continued as they went upstairs to the second story, here doors were blasted from their frames and splintered on the floor. Vernon Dursley lay face down in the doorway to the master bedroom, a pool of blood surrounding his massive bulk. In the next room over, Dudley Dursley laid in his bed as if oblivious to the destruction of the house and family. However, when shaken, his body fell to the floor, face forever stricken in fear.

Lupin could smell that there was one live person still in the house and he was hoping it was Harry. He approached the last door and looked into the smallest bedroom of the Dursley house. It looked as if someone had painted the room red. The blood was all over the place and the coppery smell assaulted Lupin’s senses. He stepped back and covered his face.

Dumbledore moved him aside and looked into the room. He waded through the sea of destruction, banishing obstacles and cleansing the claret away to find the boy. He found Harry, lying in the floor under the window. Dumbledore bent and gently felt for a pulse at the boy’s neck. It was thready and weak, at best.

“Found him. Hurry, there is still life left in him.”

He levitated the small form as Kingsley Shacklebolt, Emmeline Vance and Alastor Moody clamoured into the room. Moody took over the floating form while Dumbledore fashioned a portkey. Kingsley cradled the boy in his arms and looked down into the lax face of Harry Potter.

The young man looked so small for sixteen. So light. Kingsley met Dumbledore’s eyes and raised an eyebrow at the old man. Dumbledore nodded and laid one of Harry’s textbooks on the boy’s stomach.

“Get him to Madame Pomfrey as quickly as you can. Have Severus help you if there is nothing she can do.” The Headmaster told him. “This will take you into my office.”

Kingsley nodded. Carefully, he shifted Harry and touched the portkey. They vanished from the room.

Almost as if he knew what to expect, Snape was waiting on Kingsley when he appeared in Dumbledore’s office. The dark haired man threw some Floo powder into the fireplace and waved a hand for Shacklebolt to enter ahead of him. He followed the dark Auror into the flames.

“Pomfrey!” Kingsley’s deep voice echoed in the Hospital Wing. The mediwitch scurried out of her office and gasped as the fire spat Snape out as well.

Shacklebolt laid the boy on the first cot he came to. Snape stepped up and his nose flared at the smell of the blood on Harry. He leaned forward and Pomfrey pushed him out of the way. She waved her wand over Harry, cleansing and stripping him all at the same time. A diagnostic spell had Harry’s vitals spilling out the end of her wand.

Hemorrhagic contusions on the right front temporal lobe. Fracture of the right humerus. Fracture of the proximal left humerus. Fractures of the radius in two locations and fracture of the ulna. Grade one splanic laceration. Right adrenal haematoma. Perforated upper and lower intestines. Massive internal bleeding.”

Dumbledore stepped out of the fire as Pomfrey finished her examination.

“He’s almost past the Golden Hour gentlemen, there is nothing I can do but make him comfortable. I can try to stabilize him enough to find out what happened.”

Albus nodded and looked over Harry’s form. “Please do what you can, Poppy.” He turned to Snape, “Severus, what do you think?” He asked grimly.

Pomfrey glared. “I don’t see why…”

Dumbledore held his hand up. “Poppy I have your excellent opinion as a keeper of life. I am just asking for one from Death now.”

She continued to glare but turned it on Snape. He ignored her and leaned close to Harry. He inhaled deeply and Pomfrey huffed then continued about her business of trying to make Harry comfortable. Snape leaned even closer to Harry as if trying to hear something. He realized he was being stared at and looked up into the pain filled green eyes.

Snape abruptly stood and glared down at Harry. “Madame Pomfrey.” He smooth voice growled out.

Harry tried to move but Snape placed a restraining hand against his chest. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Potter.”

“Well then it’s a good thing I am not you, isn’t it?” Harry snarled at the other man then began coughing.

Poppy quickly ran over with a bottle and sat him up. Harry gasped in a breath and screamed. She stunned him and then laid him back down. “I…I don’t understand. With his injuries he should be comatose. Not sitting up and talking.” She glared at Snape. “What did you do to him?”

“The will to live is something not even the medical practice can underestimate, Poppy. Just work your particular brand of magic to get him conscious again, if you will.” Albus imparted his bit into the situation.

Snape raised an eyebrow at her. “I haven’t done anything to your precious patient.” He turned his gazed on the headmaster. “However I have an idea on your question, Albus. But you know what I require to make the final determination.”

Very slightly, Snape nodded towards Kingsley who was still staring at Harry’s form on the bed, muttering. “So broken, so light. It’s not right for one so young…” He trailed off to find the mediwitch and the other two wizards staring at him.

“Thank you for your help, Kingsley.” Dumbledore place his hand on the wizard’s shoulder and steered him towards the fireplace. “I would be ever so grateful if you would return to headquarters and keep the others posted. We will be checking in with you from time to time.”

The timber of the voice was gentle but stirring under the tones was an implied order of compliancy. Kingsley nodded automatically and disappeared into the fire.

Albus returned to Harry’s bedside to find Severus and Poppy arguing.

“I have just given him a Blood-Replenishing Draft and you want to take it right back out of him. No. Get away from my patient.”

“Calm down, woman. I am almost certain he is compatible for the transformation but a small amount to test would confirm it completely.”

“And that is the exact reason I want to prevent it.”

Albus shook his head. He should have known to just take Harry to Severus. Poppy would make the decision more difficult but he felt it was the best way possible. He cleared his throat and they turned to face the Headmaster.

“Oh! Albus, I have dosed him with the Blood-Replenishing Potion, he lost plenty before he arrived, and mended the fractures. I administered him a Deflating Draft to see if it would release the pressure on the brain but I can’t be certain it will work. The internal bleeding I cannot stop. Not with the massive damage to the intestines, kidney and spleen.” She let go a breath. “In essence he will drown in his own blood Albus, there is nothing else I can do.”

Albus nodded and placed his hand on her shoulder. “You did the best you could, Poppy. Now, let Severus and I handle this. Will he waken soon?”

“He is awake now, sir.” Harry answered sullenly. His eyes roamed over the adults in the room. The pain was evident in the emerald orbs as he focused on Dumbledore.

“Harry, dear would you like a pain-killing potion? I am afraid only the strongest will have any effect and even then it might not help but add side-effects.” Pomfrey approached his bed and pulled a small phial from her pockets.

“May I sit up? What kind of side-effects?” Harry asked, as he jerked his eyes away from Dumbledore.

“Reclining might be better and help you breath. Are you having trouble?” She gently pushed him up and Snape reached out to help steady him as she rearranged the pillows to sit him up slightly.

Harry jerked away from Snape and glared at him. “What are the side-effects?”

Snape sneered and answered since Harry’s eyes had not left the pale man’s face.

“The potion has opiate derivatives which can cause nausea, vomiting, drowsiness, dizziness, dry mouth and hallucinations. It can also cause a shift in temperament as well as constipation and loss of consciousness. If you would like a say in your treatment I suggest you avoid the drugs.”

Snape’s concise answer told Harry that something was seriously wrong in this situation and almost as if a candle had been lit it dawned on him. “I am going to die, aren’t I?”

Dumbledore and Poppy made to shake their heads. But Snape answered aloud. “Yes. Unless you allow me to help you.”

“NO!” Poppy shouted.

Harry flicked his eyes to her and then back to Snape. “Why does it have to be you?” he asked softly.

Dumbledore moved closer to the bed and sat on the end. “Harry, I know I told you that you were to kill Voldemort on your own. That it was either he or you. So I need you to tell me what happened at Privet Drive.”

Harry frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “You didn’t answer my question about Snape.”

“Professor Snape, Harry.” Dumbledore admonished softly.

“You still didn’t answer my question. Therefore why should I answer yours?” Harry winced. His head and neck were throbbing.

“Would a mild analgesic help with the headache?” Harry directed the question to Poppy but turned his eyes to glare at Snape.

“I know you will submit and then I will break you.” Snape whispered softly.

“Never in a million years.” Harry answered.

“Severus!” Dumbledore snapped. “Not now!”

He turned to Harry as Poppy administered the headache philtre. “Harry, the circumstances are quite dire. We need to know what happened last night.”

The potion did nothing to help the pain but did clear his head a bit. “Deatheaters showed up at the Dursley’s. Voldemort was there.” He stopped. “What is so special about Snape that he can help me and yet I have to submit to him to do this? Tit for tat, Professor Dumbledore.”

“I am going to enjoy this like no other, Potter.” Snape taunted.

“No!” Poppy interfered again. Albus turned to her and just pointed. She turned on her heel and huffed then left the room.

“Severus!” Dumbledore scolded.

Snape smirked. “You need my help to cure your saviour, Albus. I don’t need reprimanding like an errant child. I know my place and if this is going to work he has to know and accept his place.”

“I will never accept a place with you.” Harry snarled.

“Then your life is forfeit and there is nothing I can do to help you.” Snape turned and walked away from the bed.

“Wait!” Harry called out. “Why do you want to save me? What’s in it for you?”

Snape stopped and turned back to face the emerald eyes. “What’s in it for me?” His black eyes glittered as if they were wet with tears but not. Harry leaned back as Snape slowly stalked forward. There was something wrong with Snape and Harry suddenly had a very bad feeling that he had more than just pissed Snape off.

“As for what’s in it for me, well a companion and a bonded partner.” He shrugged. “A submissive bonded partner but one that will be with me for as long as we live. Besides, I will have saved the Great Boy-Who-Lived.”

“You didn’t answer me as to why you wanted to save me?” Harry whispered softly again.

Snape appeared at his side so fast Harry never even saw him move. He leaned over Harry and bent close to the young man. “Mr. Potter, didn’t you know I am a vampire.”

Snape’s nose flared and he took a deep breath. His tongue came out and licked the side of Harry’s face. It was rough and sandpapery like a cat’s. “Maybe I want to just for the sheer pleasure of breaking you.”

Harry gasped and looked up at Snape. “No.” He denied softly.

Then Snape smiled.

Harry saw his top canine teeth sharpen and then lengthen. They slid into place as if they were nails. Sharp pointy nails and Harry had to resist the urge to reach out to touch them.

Snape reached for his hand and lifted it to his mouth. “You don’t mind if I take the next to last step and confirm that you are indeed…” He raised an eyebrow. “A suitable match.”

Harry jerked on his hand, trying to take it back but it seemed Snape’s hand was a claw around his arm. Harry made a fist and bent his wrist trying to get away from the thin lips and fangs. The sandpapery tongue slithered out and laved his knuckles.

Harry tried to wiggle his hand away from the assault and Snape’s eyes flared. “Struggle all you like, Mr. Potter. It makes it…exciting for me.”

Snape pried Harry’s thumb away from the fist and held it out. He ran his tongue along the digit and Harry froze.

The fangs grazed over the end of his thumb and there was a pinprick of pain followed by the rough tongue and Snape moaned. He sucked Harry’s thumb into his mouth.

The suction on his digit was powerful and Harry whimpered. He had a vague image in his mind of Snape on his knees and sucking his cock like this. The traitorous dick in question twitched at the thought and Harry moaned. His eyes fluttered shut and tried to imagine anyone but Snape doing that. However the picture was firmly fixed there and Snape groaned around his thumb.

“Severus.”

Dumbledore’s voice shattered the erotic portrait and Harry opened his eyes to find Snape staring down at him. Snape had a flush of colour to his cheeks and his lips looked especially red almost as if he had applied Harry‘s blood as a gloss.

“Severus.” Dumbledore called again. “Is he compatible?” The older man seemed almost aggravated at Snape.

Snape liked his lips. “Indeed. Most definitely compatible, Headmaster.” Snape slowly dragged his gaze from Harry’s face and looked at the old man.

Snape looked back at Harry. “Make it easier on me, Harry. Submit and I can give you pleasure beyond anything some little Gryffindor girl could have.”

Snape climbed up on to the bed and settled himself next to Harry. Harry scooted away from the long frame and nearly fell off the bed. Snape reached across him and grabbed him around his waist. He pulled him close as Harry struggled.

“Severus, now I don’t think this is the time…” Albus started to object and Snape turned to him and glared.

“Don’t waver now, Headmaster. It’s this or your golden boy drifts off into the West.” Snape looked back at Harry and ran a caressing finger down the young man’s cheek. “I can smell the life collecting in his abdomen. It’s hurts, doesn’t it, Potter? I can fix that if you will only submit.”

Harry found himself leaning into the soft touch and nodded. Then he pulled away from the long finger. “No. You don’t want to help, you just want to use me.”

“Yes, I will use you but it will be pleasurable, Potter… Harry.” Snape nuzzled Harry’s cheek and inhaled his scent again.

“I will take care of you. You will never be alone again and I will never leave you.” Snape licked along the side of Harry’s neck. “Most of all you will never have to leave Hogwarts again never have to return to the Muggle world.”

Harry gasped. Snape had hit on one of his greatest fears. He looked up into the obsidian eyes. There was no end to the depths in the blackness. He almost lost himself in the darkness but something was holding him back. “You are lying to get what you want.”

“Potter, I have never lied to you. You may have not wanted to hear what I was saying but I have never lied to you.”

Snape cupped his face. He tilted it to the side and once again licked a long swipe from collarbone to jaw. The veins stood up under the onslaught of Snape’s tongue. “So sweet and powerful. I can keep you that way.”

Harry sighed and clinched his hands. “But what about Voldemort?” his voice soft and lethargic.

It was getting harder and harder to fight against Snape. Suddenly he was very tired and just wanted to close his eyes and sleep. The green eyes fluttered shut. He shuddered out a breath and Snape’s hand smacked the side of his face. His eyes shot open and glared at the man curled around him.

“What was that for?”

“Silly child, weren’t you listening? The Headmaster told you. It was either he or you. But what he didn’t tell you was that you would live until you had destroyed him or vice versa.” Snape smirked at Albus. “He has a bad habit of leaving things out of the story, but I am sure you learned that by now.”

A light flared behind Harry’s eyes. “So, he is dying as well?”

Snape sat up and pulled a long sleeve back from his left forearm. “You tell me. You saw it when The Dark Lord returned. Do you still feel him in your head?”

Harry reached out to touch the Dark Mark. It was faded to the point that it now looked like someone had taken a pencil and drawn on Snape’s arm. He felt no twinges from his scar now but it had burned and bled from the moment the Deatheaters had broken down the doors and entered the house. He needed to make a connection to Voldemort to see for sure if he really was gone. His fingers hovered over the tattoo on Snape’s arm when Dumbledore stepped in and grabbed Snape’s arm. He pulled it closer to inspect it. The two younger wizards glared at him.

“It’s almost gone. Faded more than the first time,” he mumbled to himself.

Dumbledore dropped Snape’s arm. He patted Harry’s leg. “You did it, my boy.” He looked pensive for a moment then turned to Snape. “I fear your services are not needed, Severus. Tom Riddle is gone and Harry can join his parents if he wishes.” He looked down at Harry. “I won’t keep you here if you want to go and be with Sirius as well. You deserve it.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at the Headmaster. “Are you giving me permission to die, sir?”

“I am giving you a choice, Harry.” The Headmaster looked down at him through his spectacles. “You have that right, now.”

“Now? Only now do I have a right to choose my destiny? Now that I have wiped out your little problem and mess you couldn’t clean up some fifty years ago!” Harry screamed at the Headmaster.

He grabbed his head and groaned. Poppy pushed her way back to Harry’s side. She pulled a phial from her pocket and was tipping his head back to pour it down his throat. Harry fought her and knocked the potion away. “No, I want to be awake for this.”

“But Harry that is no way to continue your life.” The mediwitch countered as she backed away from him.

“But it’s my life and I want to make the choice about it!”

Harry held out his hand to Snape. “Do it. I submit.”

A feral look came over Snape’s face. “Leave us, the boy has made his decision.”

“Now Harry, you aren’t yet of age…” Dumbledore began, looking from Harry to Snape and back again.

“If I am old enough to die for a supposedly good cause then I am old enough to make this choice as well.” Harry glared at the Headmaster then turned the pain filled eyes on Snape. He met the beetle black orbs and then looked away, nodding.

Dumbledore shook his head and took Poppy by the arm and left the room. He waited just outside the door just in case Harry called to him.

Snape watched them go, then cast a silencing spell. He knew Dumbledore would feel it but that was just fine with him. He had plans for the old man.

Dumbledore frowned as the magic washed over him but respected the privacy of the two men. It was an intimate thing, the change, he would be waiting for Harry or Severus to call him when they were finished. He conjured a chair and sat.

Poppy stared at him. “I cannot believe you are just going to allow this to happen.”

Dumbledore sighed. “It was my idea in the first place, Poppy. Now, no more on the subject.”

She glared at him and then turned and walked away.

Snape leaned back down into the bed. Harry gasped as Snape’s hand crept under the hospital white sheet and wrapped around his limp cock. The cold fingers caressed the soft flesh slowly. Reluctantly, Harry moved up into the chilled embrace, his body reacting to the stimulus automatically.

“That’s it Potter, submit to my touch and my presence.” Snape pushed Harry’s head back and smelled along Harry’s collarbone. He ran his tongue up the length of Harry’s neck and the jugular vein came to the surface. Harry jerked away and Snape wrapped his other hand around the back of Harry’s head to hold him there.

“One nip and it will all be over. All of the pain, all of the loneliness.” Snape again ran his tongue over Harry’s neck. The vein floated to the surface again and Snape latched on to Harry’s throat and sucked. He pulled away to find he had left a perfect mark; the entrance spot for his fangs.

“Listen to me closely Potter, I am going to open a vein in you. I will drink of you and then you must partake of me at the same time.”

Harry groaned as Snape’s hand continued to work his cock and nodded slightly. “Just get on with it.”

“Tsk, tsk none of that now. You are supposed to be submitting to me. Now pay attention. Say, Yes Master.” Snape’s thumb rubbed over the end of Harry’s cock.

Harry swallowed and moaned. He bucked up into Snape’s hand. “Yessss. Yes, Master.” He ground out.

“That’s beautiful, Harry. Such a good Boy. My boy.” Snape laved the mark he had made earlier and sniffed Harry. The young man’s orgasm was close he could smell it, almost taste it.

“As you come, I will bite you. You will drink from my wrist and you will Change, Potter. But I will be here; I won't leave you. It won’t take long.” Snape looked towards the door and could sense Dumbledore just outside. He leaned closer to Harry’s ear. “You will need to feed soon and there is someone waiting on you just outside.” Snape turned his face back to the mark he made and licked it again.

Harry gasped and came all over Snape’s hand. Snape bit down and Harry cried out. He could almost feel the blood leaving his body and watched as Snape’s wrist came towards his face. Snape’s middle fingernail elongated and made a slice along his wrist. He pressed it to Harry’s mouth.

Harry could smell semen and blood. Blood! It was thick and as it ran into his throat, he gagged on it and tried to press the salty fluid from his mouth with his tongue. Snape pressed his wrist harder against Harry. In his head he heard Snape’s silky voice. “Swallow it Potter, or I am going to make you regret it. You will submit.”

Harry took a breath and swallowed the viscous fluid. He felt it almost immediately. His neck quit hurting and he felt numb. He grabbed ahold of Snape’s wrist and began to pull harder on the life flow from the other man.

It worked like a circle of Snape and Harry both drinking, recycling the blood between them. Finally Snape pulled off of Harry, pressed on the mark and licked the escaped fluid until the hole closed. He flipped the boy over. Harry gasped and began struggling, again. Snape pressed down on the middle of his back and leaned over Harry, whispering in his ear.

“I told you that you would have to submit. This is all part of the bargain. If you continue to struggle I will have to bind you down.”

Harry tried to buck him off. Snape drew his wand. Ropes shot from the end and slithered up to gather Harry’s wrists and then tied them together. The binds then stretched the other man out and tied themselves to the underside of the hospital cot.

Snape got off the bed, shed his clothes, and climbed back up onto the cot. He leaned back over Harry and again whispered in his ear. “This is the part of pleasure I was telling you about. You know what I need to hear, Harry.”

Harry took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He could feel the blood working through his veins and he didn’t hurt anymore. It was glorious and he realized he could smell Snape. Not just the potions the man brewed but the man’s natural smell. It called to him and he felt himself giving up and that made his cock hard again. Reluctantly he replied. “Yes, Master.”

“That’s it, my good Boy.” Snape stroked Harry’s backside and then down to his arse. He ran a finger between the pale cheeks and Harry stiffened. “Relax Harry, it will be enjoyable for you as well.”

Snape settled himself between Harry’s legs. He raised Harry up to his knees and leaned forward. He ran his tongue along the crease in Harry’s arse and the man beneath him gasped. “Yes. Feels nice, doesn’t it?” He spread the cheeks and laved up and down Harry’s entrance.

Harry moaned and struggled in the binds. “Yes, Master.” Harry ground out.

Snape hummed his approval against Harry and then slowly worked his tongue into the tight hole. In and out and around he licked Harry.

Harry squirmed and tried not to make noises that would encourage Snape. But he couldn’t help it. “Please, sir.” Harry moaned. “Please, Master.”

Snape hummed again and moved away from Harry’s arse. “See now, that wasn’t too hard, was it? I knew you would do wonderfully at this.” Snape replied silkily. He gave Harry one more swipe with his tongue and then summoned his wand.

Snape worked the tip into Harry’s arse and whispered an incantation. He lined his cock up with the small hole and pushed the head of his cock in. Harry arched back and screamed. “Shush, it’s better if I do this quickly and get it over with. You can handle it, now. You are such a good Boy.” Snape sank the rest of the way in.

Harry whimpered and two red spots appeared on the pillow under his face. He noticed the dots looked so much brighter on the white sheet than anything else in the room. He realized he was crying and could feel the bloody tears running down his face. He stuck his tongue out and caught one on his tongue. He swallowed it and his body sang.

“Please, Master, Please. I’m… I’m hungry.” Harry offered softly.

“Yes, Boy I know. Soon.” Snape pulled out and slammed back into Harry.

Harry screeched again yet automatically moved back to meet Snape. Snape adjusted his hold on Harry and grasped his hips tightly. He pulled out and swivelled his hips and shoved back in grazing Harry’s prostate as he went.

Harry cried out. “Again, Master. Please!”

“Yessss.” Snape hissed and began to pound into Harry, his fingers digging into the slim hips of the other man as he took his pleasure. The hospital cot rocked with his exhortations and howling he came inside Harry.

Snape pulled out and waved his hands at the bindings. He cradled the crying young man in his arms and kissed away his tears.

“Shush, shush now. It’s over and done with. The first time is always the roughest. You did very well, Boy and I shall reward you.” Snape whispered softly. He stroked the boy to climax and added nonsense words of comfort as Harry calmed.

The green eyes looked up at him and nodded. “Better now, Harry? No more pain?”

Harry hesitated and thought for a moment. Snape was right; there was no more pain. In his head nor abdomen and his arse didn’t hurt either. “Yes, Master. I mean no Master there is no more pain.”

“Very good Harry, I understand what you mean.” Snape stroked the wild hair for a moment then prodded the young man out of his lap.

Snape got dressed while Harry watched. He went to stand beside the door. A wave of his wand and the silencing charm was dispelled. “Call the Headmaster in, Harry.”

Harry nodded and did as asked. “Headmaster, could you come in sir?”

Dumbledore stood when he heard Harry’s voice. He entered the room and felt Severus behind him. He went up to the bed and looked down at Harry. The puncture marks in his throat vanished as he watched. “It’s done then. How do you feel, Harry?”

Harry’s eyes flickered, “Hungry, sir.”

Snape struck. He grabbed Dumbledore and pinned his arms. He wretched the old man’s head to the side. Albus struggled momentarily. “Right here, pet. Here you can sate your thirst.”

Harry lunged and attached his mouth to the Headmaster’s throat. He licked along the old skin drawing several veins and arteries to the surface. “Which one, Master?”

Snape chuckled. Dumbledore stilled in his arms but he didn’t use magic to get loose. Severus had fed from him before and he knew Severus wouldn’t let Harry harm him. He supposed one drink wouldn’t hurt.

“Do you want him to live?” Snape asked. Albus gasped. “Learn now, pet. The small one under his chin for life, the large one on the side of his throat for death.

Harry looked up surprised to be given a choice. He nodded and aimed for the large artery on the side of Dumbledore’s neck. The old man gasped and began to struggle. Harry found that Snape had been right; the blood was sweeter when the person struggled.

He drank his fill and pulled away. The blood continued to spurt from Albus’ neck and Snape leaned over him and locked his mouth onto the fount of fluid.

Albus’ heart slowed as the blood drained out of his body. “Why?” he asked Harry, as the blue eyes lost their twinkle.

“It was my choice.” Harry answered.

Dumbledore nodded and his eyes closed. Snape let go of him and he sank to the floor. Harry watched as the wound pumped out just a bit more claret then stopped. He looked back up at Snape and grinned.

Snape smiled at him and Harry sank to his knees in front of Snape. “Thank you Master.”

“Well, done pet.” Snape ruffled the young man’s hair. “Well done.”

The End