The Vampire Half 2
Author's Note: At last! The long awaited Vampire Half 2 is back! I have at
last finished Crazy Quest and began this story. Every character belongs to
J.K. Rowling except Ruby, Justice Archlight and some other imaginary
magical creatures and people. Don't worry about the Serbian language: you
read it as it is written and you write it as you say it. For example:
Rastko Zmajevich ( Ras-tko Zma-ye-vich).
It's a cruel, cruel, cruel summer,
Leaving me here on my own,
It's a cruel, cruel, cruel summer,
When you're gone.
('Cruel Summer' sang by Ace of Base) ///////////
'I still can't believe what happened out there!' one of the students hushed,' Snape, a vampire? Who'd have thought!'
'A half vampire actually,' a girl said studiously.
'But still, he didn't look so bad in that form,' said another student,' quite handsome actually, only if he wasn't snarling at the manticore.'
The students have been talking about this incident for days now, and there seemed no stopping of it. Justice Archlight began being more snappy in lessons, deducting more points than supposed from Slytherin for no apparent reason.
Down in the dungeons, Snape sulked in his empty classroom. He was done teaching for the day, so he decided to go down to his quarters.
Once he arrived there and closed the door, a knock came behind the door.
'Enter.' Drawled Snape.
Sibyl Trelawney opened the door.
'Finished with your classes also?' she asked, cocking her head to one side.
'Of course,' he said, looking at her.
Sibyl closed the door behind her. The spear that was resting on the mantle caught her eye.
'Beautiful, isn't it?' murmured Snape, looking in her direction.
'Can I touch it?' Sibyl asked quietly.
Severus nodded and handed her the spear. Sibyl watched at it in amazement and stroked it.
'All the students can talk about now is about how you handled the manticore,' she whispered,' I'm pretty amazed myself.'
Severus stood up, walked towards the empty fireplace and stared hardly at it.
'That is the strange part,' he spoke,' manticores feed on humans and vampires. They don't cower away from them.'
Sibyl bit her lip and gave it a thought. Severus was right, the manticore did act strangely.
'Do you know why I love the dungeons?' asked Severus, turning to Sibyl.
Sibyl shook her head.
'Because that was the place where my father wouldn't hurt me,' he said, his eyes glinting,' father was afraid of cellars and dungeons, because ghosts in my home haunted those places. Ghosts of people that my father had killed.
'It was the only place where I could practice the dark spells and my skill at potions. I began at the age of six, did you know? Once I would come from school for the holidays, I would try to get into the cellar, before father has boarded it.'
Severus took the spear from Sibyl's hands and looked at it. The greenish- silvery glow surrounded him, and for a moment Severus looked like a god of darkness.
'I always feel better when I'm in contact with it.' Said Severus.
Sibyl advanced toward him, and put a hand on his shoulder. Suddenly, a yell interrupted their peaceful moment. They pulled apart and bounded up the stairs.
The yell came from a room where the Serbian Charms teacher, Vesna Gvozdenovich, was sleeping. When they entered the room, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Headmaster Zmajevich and Dushan Popovich were there.
Vesna looked pale and was shivering.
'The potion has been stolen!' she shrieked.
Zmajevich stalked to the drawer of the table where the potion was kept. It was empty.
'Damn!' he growled, banging his fist against the table,' I told you to be more careful Vesna!'
'How was I supposed to know?' she bit back,' I just went to the kitchens for some food, and then: Bang! It was gone!'
The foreigners began arguing something in Serbian, when Dumbledore interrupted them.
'Can you please tell me what is in that potion that Voldemort badly wants?' demanded Dumbledore.
The Serbians grew quiet.
'The manticore was sent here not only to cause revenge, but also to cause diversion,' spoke up the Transfiguration teacher, Dushan,' We kept hiding the potion in turns in our rooms. I went up to my room while Professor Snape was with the manticore, to check up about the potion. In my room I saw a small man, rummaging through the drawers. I called out, but he turned himself into a rat and disappeared.'
'Wormtail!' hissed Snape.
Dumbledore nodded. 'So what was in the potion?' he asked.
Dushan took a deep breath.
'Tortura Nox.' He said.
'What?' cried out McGonagall,' But it's a powerful torturing potion!'
Zmajevich nodded.
'And it is the only poison that can kill Voldemort!' he added,' But now Voldemort is going to use it against us!'
Dumbledore went pale.
'Organize a search party,' ordered Dumbledore,' Wormtail can't be far!'
*******
'Nagini, do you think Wormtail is going to succeed?' asked Voldemort.
Nagini hissed in agreement.
'Our little spy is blending in perfectly,' chuckled Voldemort,' It'll be the end of Harry then!'
Author's Note: Who is the spy? Hmmm...will they catch Wormtail? Please review and wait for the next chapter.
It's a cruel, cruel, cruel summer,
Leaving me here on my own,
It's a cruel, cruel, cruel summer,
When you're gone.
('Cruel Summer' sang by Ace of Base) ///////////
'I still can't believe what happened out there!' one of the students hushed,' Snape, a vampire? Who'd have thought!'
'A half vampire actually,' a girl said studiously.
'But still, he didn't look so bad in that form,' said another student,' quite handsome actually, only if he wasn't snarling at the manticore.'
The students have been talking about this incident for days now, and there seemed no stopping of it. Justice Archlight began being more snappy in lessons, deducting more points than supposed from Slytherin for no apparent reason.
Down in the dungeons, Snape sulked in his empty classroom. He was done teaching for the day, so he decided to go down to his quarters.
Once he arrived there and closed the door, a knock came behind the door.
'Enter.' Drawled Snape.
Sibyl Trelawney opened the door.
'Finished with your classes also?' she asked, cocking her head to one side.
'Of course,' he said, looking at her.
Sibyl closed the door behind her. The spear that was resting on the mantle caught her eye.
'Beautiful, isn't it?' murmured Snape, looking in her direction.
'Can I touch it?' Sibyl asked quietly.
Severus nodded and handed her the spear. Sibyl watched at it in amazement and stroked it.
'All the students can talk about now is about how you handled the manticore,' she whispered,' I'm pretty amazed myself.'
Severus stood up, walked towards the empty fireplace and stared hardly at it.
'That is the strange part,' he spoke,' manticores feed on humans and vampires. They don't cower away from them.'
Sibyl bit her lip and gave it a thought. Severus was right, the manticore did act strangely.
'Do you know why I love the dungeons?' asked Severus, turning to Sibyl.
Sibyl shook her head.
'Because that was the place where my father wouldn't hurt me,' he said, his eyes glinting,' father was afraid of cellars and dungeons, because ghosts in my home haunted those places. Ghosts of people that my father had killed.
'It was the only place where I could practice the dark spells and my skill at potions. I began at the age of six, did you know? Once I would come from school for the holidays, I would try to get into the cellar, before father has boarded it.'
Severus took the spear from Sibyl's hands and looked at it. The greenish- silvery glow surrounded him, and for a moment Severus looked like a god of darkness.
'I always feel better when I'm in contact with it.' Said Severus.
Sibyl advanced toward him, and put a hand on his shoulder. Suddenly, a yell interrupted their peaceful moment. They pulled apart and bounded up the stairs.
The yell came from a room where the Serbian Charms teacher, Vesna Gvozdenovich, was sleeping. When they entered the room, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Headmaster Zmajevich and Dushan Popovich were there.
Vesna looked pale and was shivering.
'The potion has been stolen!' she shrieked.
Zmajevich stalked to the drawer of the table where the potion was kept. It was empty.
'Damn!' he growled, banging his fist against the table,' I told you to be more careful Vesna!'
'How was I supposed to know?' she bit back,' I just went to the kitchens for some food, and then: Bang! It was gone!'
The foreigners began arguing something in Serbian, when Dumbledore interrupted them.
'Can you please tell me what is in that potion that Voldemort badly wants?' demanded Dumbledore.
The Serbians grew quiet.
'The manticore was sent here not only to cause revenge, but also to cause diversion,' spoke up the Transfiguration teacher, Dushan,' We kept hiding the potion in turns in our rooms. I went up to my room while Professor Snape was with the manticore, to check up about the potion. In my room I saw a small man, rummaging through the drawers. I called out, but he turned himself into a rat and disappeared.'
'Wormtail!' hissed Snape.
Dumbledore nodded. 'So what was in the potion?' he asked.
Dushan took a deep breath.
'Tortura Nox.' He said.
'What?' cried out McGonagall,' But it's a powerful torturing potion!'
Zmajevich nodded.
'And it is the only poison that can kill Voldemort!' he added,' But now Voldemort is going to use it against us!'
Dumbledore went pale.
'Organize a search party,' ordered Dumbledore,' Wormtail can't be far!'
*******
'Nagini, do you think Wormtail is going to succeed?' asked Voldemort.
Nagini hissed in agreement.
'Our little spy is blending in perfectly,' chuckled Voldemort,' It'll be the end of Harry then!'
Author's Note: Who is the spy? Hmmm...will they catch Wormtail? Please review and wait for the next chapter.