Magical Splendor

Chapter 4 History repeating


It had been almost a week since the encounter with the vampire and Snape was back on his feet and teaching classes again. He still wasn’t too stable on his feet but as long as he didn’t walk too much he was fine. The potion that was used to speed up the healing of the wound on Snape’s side had triggered unusually fast hair growth which was strange. One day the potions master had hair that barely reached his jaw line and the next it was approaching his lower back. Snape really didn’t seem bothered by it, besides there was no use cutting it off if it would just grow back again the next day.

Apparently Vampire bites couldn’t be cured with magic, which was a new concept for Harry who had come to think that magic was the answer to everything. The young wizard had gotten used to seeing the bandages but the weakness was something he just couldn’t adjust too. He couldn’t control himself around Snape when he was so weak; visions of dirty things kept coming into his head.

He wanted Severus bad and there was no denying it, but he knew nothing could ever happen between the two of them because of Lucius. Harry couldn’t picture himself with Lucius; the man was just so much taller than he was. Snape was more his size. In fact he was only two inches shorter than Snape in his sixth year and it made him feel like the potions master would take him more seriously because of it.

He sat in the front of Snape’s class trying to focus on what the older man was saying but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Snape’s lips. He didn’t even notice when Snape gave the class an assignment but when the older man made eye contact with him and smiled Harry knew he’d been caught. Hastily he looked over at Ron to see what they were doing and started to work. He was the only one in the class who didn’t finish his lab and he blamed it on the fact that he didn’t know what he was doing, which was true since he hadn’t been paying attention. In the end it kind of worked out in his favor because Snape told him to come back after dinner so he could re-teach him the lesson.

Harry did as he was told and returned to the potion masters room, knocking softly on the door. He could hear sounds coming from within the room but he didn’t think anything of them and stepped inside. Snape was leaning against his desk panting softly, dark blood covering the open wound on his neck where he had removed the bandage. Without him telling his body to move, Harry dashed over to Snape’s side like he could do something about the situation.

Snape didn’t even notice he was there at first because the pain was blurring his vision. When the older man finally did notice him he turned away in embarrassment. Harry placed a hand on Snape’s back and felt his cheeks flush as the potions master grabbed his other one which was on the desk. When it was over Snape stood there panting, glad for the warmth of another human being behind him.

“I thought it was supposed to stop hurting Professor?” Harry said.

“It won’t fade I don’t understand it.” The dark wizard whispered.

This was the closest to Snape that Harry had ever been and it was doing wonderful things to his body. He felt heat gathering inside him and his limbs began to tingle with the weight of what he was envisioning in his head. He noticed Snape looking at him with hooded eyes and he blushed, letting the hand he had resting on the professors back trail down until it completely left his body. Harry wanted him too badly and when he made eye contact with the older man he was surprised to see a slight smile.

Harry came to his senses and blushed furiously as he took a step back. It was at that moment that Harry was able to get a good look at Snape’s face and he gasped.

“Professor your face…..you….you’re…”He gave up trying to say anything and just stared open mouthed.

The older man looked at him quizzically for a moment before slowly making his way over to the full length mirror on the far side of the room. When he looked in the glass he saw his reflection from when he was in his mid twenties staring back at him. He gasped audibly and brought his hands to his face touching his firm pale skin. In awe, he dropped his hands to his chest amazed to see that the hardness of it from his youth had returned as well.

The dark wizard turned around to face Harry again noticing the way the younger man blushed when he was looking at him. It didn’t make sense, how could this be? All the marks from his battle with the vampire were still present and he was still weak; it was obvious that something was horribly wrong.

“You’re younger!” Harry gasped finding himself reacting strongly to Snape’s now even greater beauty.

“Severus…..” Snape looked around frantically trying to figure out where the voice had come from. It was like rolling back in time. Visions of the vampire came flooding into Snape’s head and his breath began to quicken.

“Where did that voice come from Professor?” Harry asked worriedly.

The young wizard turned back to Snape his eyes widening in shock as he realized what was happening. Snape was pressed up against the mirror with his head turned to the side fighting against something Harry couldn’t see. As he studied the scene a second longer he could make out what looked like a shadow holding the older man down. The side of Snape’s neck that had the bite on it was clearly exposed and Harry watched in horror as blood began to seep from the wound.

He heard the dark wizard gasp and he rushed forward not exactly sure what to do, but then Snape was thrown past him onto his own desk. Harry reached for his wand, nearly dieing when he realized that it was on the ground near Snape and whatever creature was attacking him.

“Don’t even think about moving or calling out.” The shadow hissed. “Or I’ll kill him now.” The outline of the shadow began to get more distinct and before long Harry was looking at the figure of a vampire.

The Vampire’s voice was the same as Harry remembered but its appearance seemed to have changed. He found himself wishing Hermione were beside him to tell him what was going on but he doubted the knowledge would ease his terror at this point. The beast freed Snape’s neck and moved to slide his fingers up the potion masters chest, slicing the buttons off his robes as he went.

“Should I humiliate you in front of this little whelp?”

“Get the hell off me!” Snape tried to stop the beast’s ice cold hands before they could part his robe but failed. His bare chest was stung by the frigid air in the room which caused him to shiver as he tried to pull away once more. “Stop!”

The vampire held his deadly nails against Snape’s neck to keep him in place and made his way down to the man’s pants. He moved the material down a bit so he could see Severus’ right hip bone before sinking his fangs into the sensitive area. Snape made a soft pained sound and tried to push away from the vampire but to no avail.

“Don’t do this!” Snape cried, arching on the table.

Harry wanted to look away but he couldn’t, there was something too erotic about what was happening. The way Snape’s muscles flexed as he struggled to get away sent jolts of pleasure through Harry’s body. A second later the door to the classroom was busted open and Dumbledore, Lucius, and McGonagall raced inside wands brandished.

As soon as the vampire saw them it vanished into thin air with an angry cry. Harry collapsed on the ground as the other wizards rushed into the room, not even aware of his existence. They were all over Snape, wrapping their cloaks around his bloodied form. Dumbledore pulled Snape’s left arm free of the wrappings and examined it, his face hard as stone. They all seemed only mildly shocked by Severus’ transformation but it didn’t stop them from tending to him as quickly as possible.

Dumbledore had been in a meeting with Lucius when a feeling had alerted him that something was not right. He could sense an energy coming from Severus and a foreign energy which had a distinctly evil feel. It left a bad taste in his mouth and Albus knew better than to ignore such feelings. Something was horribly wrong and he had a feeling it had something to do with Severus. Taking advantage of Lucius presence, Albus had told him of his feeling and the younger man had seemed more than determined to help. As they had rushed out of his office they almost collided with Professor McGonagall who at once knew that things were amiss. She had pulled her wand from her robes with out a word and followed the other two wizards down to the dungeon.

Albus was relieved that the scene before him was not as horrible as he had feared. He glanced up at Lucius who for once was not exuding his aura or superiority. It appeared that the other man was more passive than Albus could ever remember seeing him, and something akin to respect showed on his face along with distress. He knew of Lucius’ involvement with Severus which was one of the reasons he had been around so frequently and though he was not too fond of Lucius, Albus knew that Lucius meant none of them any harm at the moment. The younger man’s obvious concern for Severus seemed to have dispelled any shady dealings Lucius had been bent on working prior to this ordeal.