Black-and-white (Translation)

✔10. Finally out

Two hours later, Snape closed the book. He had read it in one go and cursed himself for the hundredth time.

he should never have allowed Harry to read that damn thing, at least not until he knew what was inside. And to be honest, with that content, there was no wonder the boy had a panic attack. He was quite shaken up himself after reading it.

Of course, Snape knew about the use of vampire body parts in potions and other spells. But he had always thought that they were given voluntarily, after all, the helper complex of these beings was well known. Evidently, the truth was faked to the public. He really should have known that the words of the so-called "authority" should not be so unconditionally believed.

Merlin, just thinking about the fact that he had a half of a lung in his own laboratory pantry made him sick. it was time to purge the shelves again.

Snape looked thoughtfully down his chest, where Harry was still clinging, his little hands still clawing in the robes of the potions professor while he slept. Lost in thought, the professor began stroking Harry's head again. Once again he was surprised how soft the boy's hair was, though it looked so scruffy, even with this length. He had clearly inherited that from his father. Father, please! Slave trader would probably be the better name. or, if Harry really became a White Vampire, "Organ Trader" would be even better suited to this waste of human cells.

Again, the Potions master looked at his sleeping student. That Harry would become a white vampire, after all, was suited for him. Becoming something else would simply not suit the boy; not with his helper complex. He was the perfect kind of kid for such a transformation.

And now he understood the attachment of the two birds. This sort of behavior was very atypical, especially for birds of prey. But it matched what Snape had read in the book.

Harry would probably become the first white vampire in history to not have a beautiful childhood. Again, it was something that set him apart from others.

And for that wonderful being to fall into the hands of some power-hungry stranger, that would only ruin him.

"Only over my tortured dead body," muttered the Potions Master softly. It was really unbelievable what the little one triggered in him. he felt so responsible for this boy, that could not be normal.

Suddenly the professor heard a faint whimpering and as his gaze returned to Harry he saw him painfully grimace.

Fawkes and Hedwig, who had been snuggling up to the sleeping boy until now, both looked worried. Fawkes tried to calm him down again with a soft melody and Hedwig climbed on Harry's lap and tugged on him lightly with her beak.

Meanwhile, Snape stroked his student's back. For all four founder’s sake, the boy really needed to gain weight, it was almost like skimming over bare bones.

The whimpering only got worse, until Harry finally woke up with a scream.

Harry was lying on an operating table. Above him he saw Minister Fudge and a few other people in surgical clothing.

Fudge smiled and then said to the doctors, "Well, it looks like you can start again, he’s seemed to have healed already from last time." Then he turned to Harry." Do not worry, today we just need a kidney and a piece of the right ventricle. "

"Why are you doing this?" Came the weak remark of a desperate boy.

"But, Harry, you know we need those organs. And besides, you do not want to deny your husband any wishes, do you?" With that, the minister grabbed Harry's hand and intertwined her ringed fingers.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH NO!!!!! NO! No..."

"Quiet Harry, keep calm, it's okay, you've been dreaming, look at me."