The next two weeks continued much like the first, though attacks became more of a daily thing. It was the third week that they cooled down. What was so special this week? Snape hit puberty. He wasn't intimidating as you might think he was. His nose wasn't hooked as it had been, though it still was a little big. He seemed healthy and even had some of the girls thinking he was actually rather handsome.... On the outside anyways. Snape remained to be the cold and hated Snake he had always portrayed to his student regardless of how he looked. At least he wouldn't be needing that stupid stool anymore.

The now 16 year old professor couldn't help but notice odd things about Ha-Potter. Like how he was always up first, and how he took a shower late at night most nights. He had also started going out early and leaving a cooked breakfast in his place on the weekends if there weren't meetings to attend.

He knew something was up. He could feel it in his gut and for some reason, Snape felt like he had to help. A memory of that night flashed across his mind and he shook his head. No, there was no way.

According to the doctors, this might be the oldest he could get. Normally the magical monitoring spell they cast on him would keep an eye on his magic levels, but today he had to go back in to get a check up.

Snape watched as Harry stood in the corner as his last period trickled in. There hadn't been an attack all day, but Potter was as diligent as ever. Good thing too.

Snape was in the middle of a lecture when he turned his back. There was almost no warning. A student just stood up and fired a very powerful hex at the professor similar the to curiottis curse, but less potent. There fore, more legal.

Harry had caught what little warning there was a ran toward the professor under his camo. When the curse hit him in stead of the Professor he smirked through the pain. "You missed." He said coldly to Ginny, who fired the spell.

She smirked back and made steady eye contact with him. "No I didn't." And with a flick of her wand, Harry flew into a bookshelf full of potions that all came crashing down on him.

"Potter!" Snape called out. He glared as Ginny. "Petrificus Totalus! 95 points from Gryffindor! All of you out, NOW!" He yelled as he ran over to Harry. "Are you okay?" Snape asked as he looked Harry over for wounds.

Harry coughed and gasped. "I-I'm fine." He said with a weak smiled. But he wasn't. Snape could see that. Glass shards stuck out of him in places, though most of his body was covered.

A quick spell fixed the damage and cleaned the position mess. "Come on. Let's get you to the Hospital wing." Snape demanded. Harry gasped. "NO!" He pushed himself out of Snape's arms and brought himself to stand. A little woozy, but stable nonetheless. "What do you mean no?! Do you see yourself?!" Snape was frantic. Why was a so frantic? He pulled a glass shard out of Harry's arm to make his point.

"I'm fine" Harry growled. With a twitch of his fingers he cleaned himself of all of the other glass shards, as good as new. Then, for good measure, he healed (hid) all visible wounds. "There. Now I'm fine."

The whole time Harry had avoided Snape's eye contact, but he took a daring glance to prove what he said. He gasped at what he saw. Snape and him stared at each other in shock, but for different reasons.

The classroom emptied as soon as Snape had said too. Snape leveled his stare. "Take off your clothes. Now." Harry was to in shock to try to argue, so all he said was, "If you tell me why you have fangs right now."

Snape blinked in shock. "That's a long story, but fine, If you show me what you're hiding under your robes."

Harry didn't want to. He really didn't. He was too ashamed. But, something in the way Snape spoke made him do as he was told. As if he were under an imperious curse, but not exactly. Slowly, but surely, Harry rid himself of all but his underpants and bandages. Snape gasped in horror at what he saw. Old scars littered the boys body and he could only imagine what he hid under his bandages. The still red eyed Snape ran to hug Harry. His nose caught the scent of blood. That's right, the glass shard he still held in his hand was now right up to his nose.

His mouth watered at the sent. He also became very aware of how close Harry's neck was. He entertained the thought for no more than a minute before he pushed Harry away.

"You're a... Vampire?! T-that's how you survived isn't it! A vampire turned you!" Harry asked in total shock at the sight of Snape's now red eyes. Snape growled, about to defend himself against discrimination, but Harry interrupted him. "Why couldn't you just tell me that?!" Harry found himself in tears now. This was all far to much.

"Because Vampires are usually hated in the wizarding world!"Snape yelled. Harry looked at him questioningly through his tears. Snape sighed and flicked his wand, redressing the boy. Come on, we'll talk about this later. All you need to know is that I must stay a secret. Understand?" Harry dried his eyes and nodded. "Now, do you want to cook, or should we just go to the Great hall?" Snape asked.

He hated the great hall and was able to happily avoid it until now with Harry's cooking. Harry just shook his head. He didn't want to be seen like this.

Without a word, he ushered his professor closer. Snape did so, but was surprised to be wrapped in Harry's arms. Harry clung to him as the whole world started to spin for a moment, but that moment was over almost as soon as it started.

"Y-you just... You just appreated us here? But, No one can apparate inside Hogwarts grounds beside the Headmistress. Even then, it's said to be a troublesome act unless you have very strong magic." Harry shrugged and started making dinner in silence. Snape thought about everything as Harry cooked. He figured every possible answer on how any of this was possible. None actually seemed real.

Snape sat at the table in his confusion. "How do you like your stake?" Harry asked without bothering to look up. "Uh, medium rare." Snape said, startled. Harry put the meat on but it didn't take long for him to find himself to tired to cook. He sighed and pulled out his wand. With a flick the meat was perfectly cooked with the appropriate sides. "Sorry. I don't feel like cooking today. Here. I'll be... back" And with that, Harry went to his room and didn't come out for the rest of the night.

Snape sighed. He figured it was best to leave the boy alone for a bit. Answers would come in time. Besides. Getting answers from Potter meant he had to fully admit what happened that night to him. Something he didn't even want to do for himself yet.

Finished with his food, Snape flicked his wand at the dishes and watched them clean themselves. Harry's over attentiveness toward dishes came to mind. Another flick and a nice glass of hot tea came to him. Yes, Snape was always relatively powerful, but the dark mark had muted his powers some to keep him in control as it did all other wizards with it. Snape took a sip of his tea as he sat on the couch. Somehow, it didn't taste as good as when Potter made it.

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For the next couple days, Harry avoided all eye contact with Snape. He did his job garding the professor, but that was it other than cooking a meal that he didn't even attempt to eat any of himself.

Snape noticed, but said nothing, He just let it be. However, Harry was growing very thin. He never looked up in his free time and was looking more sickly by the day. Even weirder, Snape hadn't been sleeping as well. While laying in bed, he could have sworn he heard Harry screaming. The professor tried to check, but very strong locking spells were put on the door.

After a week Snape had had enough. Even if it meant revealing himself to Potter, He was going to get his answers now!

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Snape woke up early Sunday morning, hoping to catch Harry before he went out for his walk. He drank his potion real quick and left his room. As he opened his door though, the main door closed. 'What? It's only 3:30 am. Oh well.' And with that, the professor followed after his student.

A ghostist spell later and he was following his student around. The spell gave him the ability to float and remain invisible to everyone so long as they caster never spoke. Any solid objects would also pass through him because he was such a powerful wizard.

Now, for those that are wondering, Snape is very curious why Harry always goes on this walk. So, rather than approach him now, he thought he'd follow Har-Potter for a bit.

The walk was pretty normal for the most part. The cold winter had set in, so Harry just trudged through the snow with his hood up and his head down. At some point Harry started talk to himself. It was a little shocking for Snape at first cuz he thought he'd been caught.

They went through the quidditch field and along the edge of the forbidden forest. They trudged along the black lake shore too. All the while, Harry muttered nonsense to himself.

Harry sighed and looked up after skipping a rock. The sun was gonna rise soon. With that knowledge he made his made to the owlery. It's the tallest tower in the school besides the astronomy tower, so it gave for a great view.

Harry sighed as he leaned on the edge of the stairs. Just staring silently into the horizon. Snape had no clue what to do, but Harry started talk again. More clearly now.

"Maybe, these nightmares are telling me something. They always tell me how I didn't suffer enough and no matter what I do it never fades. Perhaps pain was never the end goal. After all, it's my fault they're dead. If I had just killed that stupid snake man earlier. Why did I have to have a piece of hin in me? Why did I have to be the chosen one? Why did it all turn out like this? I'm done. I'm so done." Harry looked up what a beautiful sun rise, not quiet blinding yet. He smiled and wiped a tear from his eye.

"Now." he said, closing his eyes and getting up on the railing.

Everything happened in slow motion. With a smile of relief of Harry's face he stepped off the edge. "No! Harry!" Snape yelled. Running to catch the boy.

Just in time. Snape got a lucky good grip in Harry's wrist. The boy lay limp in his professor's grip. "Wedgodianleveosa!" Snape forced, but his magic was weak and only made Harry a little lighter. That was all he needed though because of how light Harry was. Snape pulled him up onto the balcony. Harry didn't move. He didn't say a word. He just sat there. Snape huffed, finally catching his breath.

He flopped down on the ground next to the chosen one and pulled him into his arms. "We need to talk. Now." He was in a gentle but demanding voice. Harry remained silent. The professor sighed in the silence and took careful note of Harry's features.

The 18 year old was small for his age and now he was especially boney. Snape could feel Harry's ribs through his robes. Harry twitched when Snape started unthinkingly feeling his ribs. Snape sighed. He picked the boy up bridal style and carried them back to there rooms. He couldn't cast a ghostis spell, so he'd have to hope no one saw them. Luckily, not even most teachers were up and about this early in the morning. Harry had fallen asleep in Snape's arms and in his unconscious state, snuggled up to his professors warm chest in an attempt to hide from the cold. Snape wasn't complaining.

(Bit of longer part. Hope you enjoyed ^^ See you next Monday)