Harry-Dementor

8- What Are You?

Harry's eyes widened, and he coughed in surprise. "You thought I was a vampire?!" He was beyond relieved the man was so far off base with his guess.

"Apparently you are not," Snape frowned sternly at the dementor in front of him. "Ok, Potter, now is the time I ask, and you answer. What exactly are you?"

Harry looked between Snape, Umbridge, and the door, hoping for some means of escape. Trying to think clearly, he realized they needed to prioritize their actions. "Professor, this is more than a one-minute explanation," he almost pleaded with Snape to understand. "We should really handle Umbridge before she comes around and then we can talk about me. I'm positive, if you can obliviate the last hour from her memory, she should be fine. What I did was more mental than physical."

Snape frowned, he seemed to be trying to figure out what creature Harry was and coming up blank. "This is highly illegal, you know," he sneered in distaste (Harry wasn't sure if it was towards him or the professor) as he took a couple steps towards Umbridge.

"Says the former Death Eater," Harry mumbled under his breath, forgetting Snape had vampire hearing.

He tried to look apologetic when the man shot him a scathing look. "I could let you handle this on your own, you know," Snape raised an eyebrow in warning. "I'm sure you would cause a political nightmare though if I did leave it to you. Entitled, just like your father," Snape added on in his own mumble at the end.

Harry bit his tongue, feeling too sick to get into it with the greasy git at the moment. "Sorry," he said unapologetically.

The vampire ignored him and gave a flick of his wand, "Accio blood quills!" He called out. The one quill on the bloodstained student desk floated to him as well as a second quill from a drawer in Umbridge's desk. Snape put both in his pocket before turning to the blubbering woman on the floor. "Obliviate!" He cast as Umbridge became quiet and her eyes unfocused. "Your detention with Potter went as you expected. He left just before curfew and you cleaned everything up before retiring for the night." With a quick scourgify at the desk, Snape swept over to Harry and pushed him out of the classroom before Umbridge could come to.

"My office. Now," the professor growled and continued to push Harry through the hallways.

"Why did you think I was a vampire, sir?" Harry asked as he stumbled along in front of his professor's graceful stride…that should have been a clue in itself that he wasn't a vampire.

"There are very few creatures you can be turned into and not born as, Potter," Snape scowled, obviously irritated that he was wrong. "Of the available options, vampire seemed the most fitting since light creatures have developed a distaste for you, though I have never seen the severe reaction you've been getting before. Also, you have been drawn to darker locations like Grimmauld and the dungeons. Though I am a born vampire, it is possible to be turned into one instead. I admit not everything fits, but I'm at a loss for what other creature you could be. I expect to be filled in completely momentarily."

"Er…ok," the dementor grumbled, really not looking forward to the impending conversation.

Harry was about ready to just give up on consciousness and pass out when they reached the Potion Professor's office in the dungeons once more. He figured he must look terrible because when the vampire rounded on him to demand answers, he instead paused and cast a diagnostic spell at the student. After the spell, Snape pushed Harry into an uncomfortable chair. Harry was getting sick and tired of being manhandled, as well as just plain sick and tired. Before he could protest though, Snape stood in front of him and took his hand in a quick jerk. "Healing first," he sneered as he intensely studied the infected writing on the swollen hand.