dead passion

He opened the double doors and they both walked in. Harry was surprised at the family before him. He’d always pictured Severus’ family to be dark, stiff and gloomy, sort of similar to Severus himself. While, in a word, these people were not, they liked the colour yellow a little too much. It was actually a little scary.

“Mother, Father, Sister, I bid you welcome to my home and hope you find comfort here as in any other place. My home is your home,” said Snape in standard greeting, bowing at the waist.

“My son, we thank you for your welcome and find much happiness in being in your house.” The reply from Snape’s father was very formal.
“Come sit Severus, we have much to discus.”

Warily sitting down on a couch, Severus pulled Harry down with him. He was looking at his family, judging their reaction to his mate. He just hopped they wouldn’t mention anything about mating in front of Harry though.

“Is this your mate?” asked his sister, throwing his previous thoughts out the window. Before Harry could say anything, Snape replied in the affirmative.

“I take from his expression he did not know?” Severus’ father questioned, looking at the dumbstruck expression frozen on Harry’s face.

“Yes, well… I’ve only recently convinced him that I am indeed a vampire. We haven’t progressed beyond that yet.”

“And yet I sense a bond already formed between the two of you,” said Mrs. Snape in a mystic voice.

“I fixed his eye sight. That was before I told him.”

“Yeah,” muttered a sullen teenager, “I walked in on you ‘telling’ him. Gross!” said Agatha, Severus little sister.

“When you’re older,” was all the reply she got from her aged brother. “Was there a reason you came? This is a slight inconvenience; I did not actually expect you to show up,” sneered Snape.

“Why would we not come when our son invites us to his humble abode for the holidays?” Mrs. Snape asked prettily.

“Because I’ve been inviting you top side for the past two decades and you’ve never come before. So, your reasons?” Their faces lost the smiles, all of them becoming deadly serious, the entire atmosphere shifted from pleasantly awkward to stiff and riddled with tension.

“King Hilam has grown weary of living,” said Mr. Snape. “He has grown weak with fatigue and boredom. The usual no longer amuses him. It has been rumoured that he will step down from the throne to a worthy candidate.” The room fell silent weighted with the unsaid words; ‘he’ll step down if you come back’.

“And if I do not wish to rule? Asked a disgruntle Snape, petting Harry’s hair to hide his nervousness.

“You were born to rule Severus, that’s how you were raised. You will bring our family honour and glory. You cannot say no to this chance,” boomed his father.
“I have many an unfinished business here topside. When would we have to leave?” The Potions Master Demanded as he raised an eyebrow. “Voldemort has yet to be defeated; my mate is the one fated to finish him off. I cannot leave now. I cannot abandon him”

“Then just come for the initiation ceremony. It will only take several weeks.”

“We cannot just up and leave for several weeks without an explanation, especially with the golden boy,” replied an enraged Snape

Harry decided that the opportune moment for him to speak out was now at hand.

“We? You said we? Am I coming, why would I come? This is vamp business or family depending on how you look at it.”

“You are my mate Harry, and where I go, you go. I have made the first step of bonding, by giving you my vision, and at the next step of the bond, you will share my immortality, and then eventually become a vampire yourself.”
“And if I don’t want to bond to you? Or live for all eternity?” Queried Harry. The Snape family watched with rapped attention. They had never had they seen an opposing human mate, as humans usually bend to their will immediately.

“As I recall that is not what you said last night.”

“Last night I was piss drunk, I cannot be held accountable for what I said. Any of what I said.”

“Well it’s a little late now! And in any case now you cannot return to your relatives.” Harry stiffened; he’d completely forgotten about them in the excitement of finding out that the rumours about Snape being a vampire were true.

“Crap, I was sort of hopping you’d have forgotten that.”

“I forget nothing. But these topics are best discussed later, without the company of my family. I am actually a little surprised it’s only you. Where has your entourage gotten too?” asked Snape, directing the last towards his family and not Harry.

“This was a private matter; we thought it best to leave them under.”

“Yes, well not many vampires like being top side,” mussed Severus.

“You don’t seem to mind,” noted Harry, over his initial anger at the moment.

“I am half-wizard, as I mentioned before, thus my abilities to cast spells and such. Purebloods only have Vampyre abilities, and some very weak magic. Magic that even Mr. Longbottom could easily defeat. our most powerful spells is the binding spell. It is also, the most important spell within our library.

“Hey! Neville gotten much better,” defended Harry.

“Is he actually shooting the spells in the direction of his opponent now?” asked Snape with mock shock. “Merlin’s beard, the boy has greatly improved then.” Harry swatted him on the head.

“Git,”

“Brat.”

“As interesting as this is, and it is profoundly interesting, I believe Severus has yet to show us our accommodations for our stay.” Said Mr. Snape with a frown.

“Does everyone in the Snape family have to use big words? It confuses us only slightly intelligent people.” Asked a pouting Harry.

“Yes, now quiet,” said Severus, with a mock glare. Turning to his family he asked, “You are staying? I would have though that once you’d delivered your message you would have departed.

“You invited us, and now that we are here we may as well enjoy your company. We hardly see you anymore Severus,” said Mrs. Snape, smoothing out her skirts. It was wrinkle free, as it had been throughout the small the small confrontation.

“Very well,” Snape relented, not terribly happy. “I shall show you to your chambers. Tea is at three and supper at six. You are free to do as you wish. Only my rooms and my mate’s are off limits.”

The party stood, following the Potions Master out of the sitting room to the guest wing

“Your rooms are in the east wing; Harry and I are both in the north. A house elf can escort you anywhere you wish or bring you anything you desire. Now, if you will excuse me, I will leave you to your rooms. I shall see you again at tea.” With these commands, Severus spun on his heals, dragging Harry with him back towards their chambers.


“Hey, professor, slow down, your about to pull my arm off!” Harry complained half-way there.

“So its professor now is it?” asked Snape raising a brow.

“Where are we going?” questioned Harry, noticing that this was not the way to their rooms.

“We are going to the gardens, where my family can not venture, and will be unable to eavesdrop, whether accidentally or deliberately. You and I have much to discuss and I would prefer that it be private.”

“And if I do?”
“You will not get a say, so it doesn’t matter.”

The garden was, in his personal opinion, spectacular, not that Severus noticed it. He dragged the boy along until they came to a small gazebo. Severus yanked Harry onto the seat next to him. “It is safe to talk of what we wish here.” Despite the statement Severus made no move to talk.

“So that’s your family?” started off Harry, he wanted to start easy then get into the more important things later.

“Yes,” said Snape crisply.

“They wear a lot of yellow,” commented Harry off hand. “Next question then,” said Harry quickly as Snape shot him a glare.

“What does the word mate imply?”

“You are the other half of my broken soul, you complete me.”

“And yet you’re still mean to me?”
“I couldn’t act any different when I found out. I didn’t want to give it away.”

“Yes, well good job. I wouldn’t have spotted it, didn’t in fact. You never answered my question. What will I have to do?”

“Bond with me, become immortal, live your life a slave for my affection and touch.” Whispered Snape softly, leaning over and caressing Harry when he said the word touch. “I would give you anything, everything, your every whim met in a heartbeat. We would spend eternity in peace and happiness, wanting for nothing. And if what my family has said is true, then we will live like royalty. We will be royalty.” Severus gently took Harry’s hand, “Come to me my Harry, live for eternity with me.”

“Alright,” said Harry quietly Snape’s face lit up; “next question.”

The light in Severus face dimmed.

“What this king business you’re all talking about.”

“King Hilam, our ruler, he had ruled since the fall of the Roman Empire,” Severus began to explain. “Apparently he has grown weary of immortality and wishes to live out the rest of his immortal life in peace. It seems he wishes to step down to let a descendant take his place. My family is in the line of succession.”

“And the reason you’re being crowned instead of your father is-?”

“As strange as this may sound, a pureblood cannot sit on the throne. The king must have magic beyond the capabilities of an ordinary vampire. Thus a half blood wizard is needed.”

“Makes a twisted sort of sense I guess.”

Snape took the few minutes of silence that followed as his chance to talk.

“Now I have some questions of my own. Your relatives?”

“Umm…” Harry searched for the words to properly describe his relatives. “They resented the fact that I was a wizard, that I was a famous wizard at that, a freak in their eyes. They made me into a toy, something to be used and discarded. They knew that one day I would return to the magical world, they wanted me so fucked up that I couldn’t be what I was supposed to be. They were hopping that I’d be so fucked up that I couldn’t be the saviour I was supposed to be, that I’d failed miserably Obviously I failed miserably. They beat me and abused me and made me think I was as worthless as they thought I would be,” mumbled Harry, looking down at his hands. Harry finished and looked down at his hands.
When Severus didn’t say anything, Harry looked up, afraid of what he would see. Outwardly Severus looked calm, until you met his eyes. They were smouldering with a heat that frightened Harry. He could see pure rage in the onyx depths, mingled with sorrow. That saddened Harry more than he ever thought it possibly could.

“Please, don’t be sad Sevy. It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not! They treated you like an animal. It doesn’t mater whether you’re the saviour or the person that would damn us all. No one deserves to grown up like that!”

“Thank you Severus,” said the saviour quietly. “Your anger, in my name, is touching. If you wish it, I shall bond with you.” Snape began to look uneasy for some unfathomable reason. “What’s wrong?”

“Harry there’s something I need to tell you. A human bonded to one of us, until they become immortal, are treated mostly as you’ve been treated at your uncle‘s. Humans are treated like dirt. It is one of the reasons I stay top side so much. I do not approve. I will not treat you like that. Harry. When I am king, I will change that,” ended Snape fiercely.

Harry, on the other hand, looked a little apprehensive, not sure if he wanted to go through with the bond now.

“Severus, how much power will you have over me?” asked Harry tentatively, truly afraid of the answer.

“It depends on how much power you have, Harry. I could completely consume you. You would not even be able to breathe without my consent. You would stay by my side, willing and submissive,” he said as he looked steadily into Harry’s eyes. “But someone with your power… I’d have to say that we may be of near equals. I would give you and order, and you would want to obey, but could refuse. Know this Harry; I would never make you do anything you did not wish to.”

“Thank you for your honest answer Sevy. I think I might have to think about this. I will see you at diner.”

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Dinner was an experience for Severus, to say the least. Where tea had been a quiet polite affair, dinner was a disaster. Harry and Agatha were being childish whilst Mr. and Mrs. Snape decided that it was the perfect time to admonish Severus on his lack of desire to rule; the Potions Master just took it all, drinking in constant silence.

Severus’ father was going on about some message that had come via the mirror, the underworld messaging system “King Hilam is growing impatient, Severus. He wants the candidates to show themselves. If you are to take this change it must be now. We need to leave at sundown tomorrow. That should give you ample time.”
The way the man said it, left no room for argument and the potion master knew he wouldn’t be able to argue this point further with his father.

“We could owl Dumbledore, tell him some story about an attack, Death Eaters or something. Let him know we’ve gone into hiding,” said Snape thoughtfully, looking at Harry.

“Why not just tell him the truth?” interjected Harry, glancing around at the four stunned faces that met his suggestion.

“Unfeasible!”

“Are you fucking insane?”

“Yes, and then we will tell him the Easter bunny’s real.” were a few of the muttered comments.

“That’s so crazy, it has to work.” Everyone looked at Mrs. Snape who’d spoken the phrase. “We will soon be of the royal court. Severus, you have always wanted to bring The World top side. Now you can and no one will oppose you. I do believe it is time. If the vampire warriors help defeat Voldemort, (no one but Snape flinched) we will gain respect and a place in society. And if not then we’ll go underground once again until the next millennia and try again.”

“Excellent Mrs. S, let’s go make the call,” Harry jumped up, grabbing Mrs. Snape’s arm pulling her to the floo. The rest of Severus’ family were left sitting, frozen into place, surprised. As they came to their senses they rushed out of the room after the other two, to find that no one was there. They panicked somewhat and ran through the halls trying every door. They opened the one to a sitting room and found Harry sitting, smiling and drinking tea with Dumbledore and Mrs. Snape feeding from the old man’s wrist. Yes, everything in this picture was normal. It was actually Mr. Snape that broke the silence.

“Margaret, I thought you loved me!”

Their eventual arrival in the underworld the next day (or rather night) caused a huge uproar, Severus causing the largest, as everyone knew he would probably take the throne; therefore every vampire that there was out there was trying to curry his favour. Harry grinned through the whole thing, laughing occasionally at the Potion Master‘s misfortune.

“How does it feel to be famous?” Asked Harry, as a group of admires left. “Do you hate it as much as I do?”

“I never thought I’d say this, but you have dealt with your fame graciously,” replied Snape glaring at the approaching vampires.
After their discussion with Dumbledore, Severus’ family and Harry had packed. There had been no loose ends topside that either of then had needed to deal with, at least not for a while.

“My lord,” one of the strangers addressed Snape. Harry, being human, wasn’t worth notice, “King Hilam requests your answer.”

On the first day of their arrival the King had personally welcomed them. He had taken Severus to the side during some of the festivities and asked him if he had bonded yet. Severus had answered with a not yet, which apparently had been the correct answer. It meant he still met the requirements for the throne. The shift of power and taking the throne would happen during the bonding ceremony. Unfortunately, it meant the bonding ceremony would have to be public. Neither Severus nor Harry liked that. The Potions Master has asked the King to give him a week to consider his options.

“We,” Snape said, pulling Harry into his arms, “have accepted the proposition, and wish to know when it will take place?”

“Tomorrow,” replied the King’s messenger. Before Snape could protest, and he was about to, that was too soon, the vampire left. Harry looked up at him, knowing what he’d gotten into, but still a little afraid.

“We’re bonding tomorrow? In front of everyone?”

“Yes,” responded Severus stiffly, not liking it one bit. He was also a little afraid that the saviour of the Wizarding World would leave him when he found out what their bonding would consist of. Harry hadn’t been happy, but had agreed all the same.

‘ Must be that stupid Gryffindor bravery‘, he thought.

Although they had gotten drunk together and spilt more secrets, they had not gone any further. Which was a good thing, apparently, it meant they would have been bound already. Neither of them was a blushing virgin, and both had experiences with group acts, Harry’s due to “entertaining” at his Uncle’s parties, and Severus’ came from his days as a Death Eater. They’d never been together, and for their first time to be before a crowd of strangers was really quite … unromantic.

The day passed, and night followed, yet nothing happened. At first light the candles let themselves, as they were underground and could not see the shift between night and day. Harry stretched and looked around; the ritual had been planned to occur first thing. He was nervous and set to the routine Severus had asked him to. He bathed, and dressed in the clothes left for him, and then he ate. While he waited he admired the clothes once again, he really liked the leather pants, although the thought of standing in front of strangers in nothing but tight pants was disturbing, he knew his Severus would be watching, and enjoying, that made it all worth it.

As the time drew near for the ceremony, Harry stepped out of his room heading for the preparation room, where he was to wait with Severus until the ceremony began.

Severus was going through the same state of nervousness as his mate, not that he acknowledged it of course. After waking and taking his own ceremonial purification bath, he threw on the robes he was to wear. He ate hastily and he went to the preparation room, hoping to have several moments alone with Harry.

Harry entered the designated preparation room to discover Severus waiting on him. He quickly found himself enveloped in the arms of the soon to be Count of the Underworld, being snogged senseless, lost in each other like hormonal teenagers. Severus eventually ended the kiss, needing to talk to Harry for a moment.

“Harry, my mate, do you remember everything you’re expected to do?” Severus questioned for the up tenth time.

“I assure you Severus, if there is a mistake made, it will be made by you. I know the ritual,” sniggered Harry.

Snape snorted. “I doubt I’d mess up. I’ve known this ritual since I was capable of reading.”

“But Sevy, that only gives you five years,” mocked Harry.

“Idiot brat, I could read at the age of 5!”

“Not terribly surprising,” muttered Harry, enjoying snarking that he and Severus were so famous for.

Snape decided that now was a good time to see if Harry was ticklish, they had yet to discus that particular subject. As it turns out he was. Severus pulled Harry into a searing kiss, both males fought for control.

“Submit, Harry, you have to submit,” whispered Severus into Harry’s mouth. He said this just as he snapped the wrist cuffs onto Harry’s arms.

“But you’re a much better kisser when you feel that your position as the dominant one is threatened,” replied Harry as he rubbed the cuffs.

“I am?”

“Yes, Sevy, you want to dominate, and your every move shows it.” To prove his point Harry started kissing Severus, his mouth attacking, taking what he wanted. The Potions Master immediately took control and forced Harry’s willing lips to submit to his own.

“Submit to me, want to submit,” murmured Snape as the door to the preparation room banged open.

“Hades above! Get a room-honestly why is it always me that walks in on you. Frankly, you’re worse than a couple of teenagers!.” Agatha groaned dramatically.

“We had one,” pointed out Harry.

“I’ve come to tell you,” she started saying, ignoring Harry’s statement, “to get your fat arses to the platform. It’s time to begin.” Harry who’d been in Snape’s lap let himself fall slowly to the ground, until he was kneeling between Severus thighs. He raised his eye brows.

“We should get into this position more often,” commented Snape.

“Dirty old man,” smirked Harry amused, but both inwardly dreading and anticipating what was to come.

Slowly they both stood and walked out to the adjacent room, the one with a large platform. Cheers meet their ears; the ceremony had begun.

Severus walked up to the platform as Harry, being his human submissive, had to crawl on all fours, to the centre of the platform. Harry’s pants had kept most of the hurt away from the unaccustomed act, he knelt beside Severus, his head bent, and arms loose at his side, the very picture of submissiveness. Severus knelt behind Harry, pulling his hands back, he attached a chain to the cuffs, then he cuffed Harry’s ankles to short chains that were already attached to the platform. Rising, Severus once again stood before Harry, he moved in slowly for a kiss. It was incredibly passionate, slow and long. Severus’ tongue begged entrance, small nips at the corners of Harry’s lips mounting the level of the kiss. Small demands making it faster and more passionate than it seemed possible. The vampire’s hands travelled down his chest, running over the distinct lines of his abs.


Severus carefully undid the buttons of the Saviour’s pants, gently pushing them down to half mast. Severus’ hands touched Harry’s member for the first time. His fingers tracing patterns up and down it’s smooth length while he kept their lips together. Severus let his grip on Potter’s shaft fall away. He stood, removing his robe, leaving his body perfectly nude, he knelt before his soulmate. Reaching for another kiss, he started at Harry’s mouth, then, his mouth trailed over a strong jaw line, quickly making it’s way down to the boy’s collar bone, then back up to his neck, Harry copied his movements as best he could.

Suddenly King Hilam was beside them, speaking the transfer of power and title spell. Severus sunk his fangs into Harry’s neck; again Harry mirrored his movements, though without fangs he had a slightly harder time. They both drained the life source from each other, bringing it into themselves. The old king spoke the final word and the newly bound couple felt the power enter their bodies. At the same moment they abandoned their spots on each others neck, crashing their lips together, melding into each other as much as they could. The bonding was complete, as was the transfer of power. Severus realised they no longer had to stay here. They could avoid the entire sex-on-stage-in-front-of-strangers scene.

Snape grabbed Harry around the middle and transported Harry and himself into their chamber, directly onto their king size bed. Freed of restraints Harry started return Severus’ touches; his chest, his buttocks, his thighs. He kicked off the restraining leather pants and lay beneath Snape content.

“I will make you writhe and moan. You will call out my name as you come,” whispered Snape.

Severus was quite drunk on power, gaining both the powers of the king and some of Harry’s, who was powerful in his own right. He bit into Harry’s neck again, as Harry’s fingers found his shaft. Harry pumped up and down, moaning as Severus’ mouth sucked his neck.

“Merlin, Sevy, I want you inside me right now!” Harry moaned, barely able to form a coherent sentence, his mind lost to the sensations. Severus wholly agreed and flipped Potter over; trailing his fingers over Harry’s whole as he began to prepare him. The Potions Master was almost lost himself; the sounds his mate was making were nearly too much for him to handle. When he was finally confident that Harry was ready for him, he plunged deep inside the boy, again his fangs sank in, mirroring his cock. Harry was lost to the sensations of the double penetration. Both soon climaxed, falling into a heap on the soiled bed, panting, completely sated and out of breath.

They fell asleep in each others arms, safe in the knowledge that together they could take on anything, and that in several hours, they’d be ready to feel un-measurable pleasure once again.


A/n: ok so this is the end. I am really sorry about that ending I just re-read it and I can’t believe how badly and cliché that sounds. Right, oh I also would like to apologies for the use of the title count, I just thought I’d add a little humour and I seriously couldn’t think of anything else that would be suitable.
Ok, I hopped you enjoyed that, let me know if you’d like a sequal, probably the two men taking on voldemort or discovering their new bond, not really sure maybe both. Please REVIEW and tell me what you think.