This is for Kamerreon's Drabble Challenge — a drabble a day until my imagination dies.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.


Spook-Walk


Neville Longbottom was not a brave person. He was not courageous, like his house boasted being, nor was he overly smart. Yet he did have common sense.

Neville knew this, and yet he allowed himself to be talked into entering the Slytherin spook-walk, with the rest of his dorm mates.

Neville didn't like being scared. He didn't see why some people actively sought it out. And yet somehow here he was, marching past skulls, bats, cobwebs and –Ron let out a loud shriek up ahead- spiders.

Shivering slightly, Neville hurried to catch up to the others, not wanting to be forgotten. He found himself pausing though, something to the right catching his eye. It was an alcove, one of many along this walk, but there was something in there. It didn't make sense, unless it was waiting for them all to get a little ahead before leaping out.

Neville took a step closer and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw a door open. A small amount of light spilled into the alcove and Neville turned dead-white. His mouth gapped for a second, flopping open and closed like a fish before he let out a blood-curdling scream and promptly fainted.

In the alcove, Severus Snape whirled at the noise and raised an eyebrow at the sight of Longbottom lying on the ground, unconscious. He wondered what on earth had spooked the boy as bad, as he adjusted the ridiculous vampire costume Albus had forced him into.

Pausing, looking down at the clothes, an evil smile slid onto Snape's face. He whipped out his wand, quietly levitating Longbottom into the chamber behind him, an unused room in which he sometimes kept spare potions.

Settling Longbottom onto the cold table in the middle of the room, Snape quickly cast a number of spells, including a blood thinning one, and one to create two small puncture holes on the side of Longbottom's neck. Smirking, Snape then gathered a vial of kneazle blood, spilling the substance all over Longbottom and the table.

Chuckling evilly, Snape strode from the room, his only regret being that he wouldn't be there when Longbottom woke.

Snape adjusted the costume once more, briefly reminding himself to thank Albus, before sweeping off in search of some First Years.


Eh, as you can see, I'm doing a Halloween theme.