Chapter.8. Sweet Screams.

Swirling patterns appeared from the darkness, filling the room with light. It was magical. The old elf caught a spark in the air, tapped it with his wand and let the dancing fairy fly over the youngsters' heads. They gasped in ore as it twirled out of sight over the treetops. They gathered closer to get a better view of the magician's next trick. Four older Elves sat on log benches watching the look on the children's faces. Two sat next to each other. A boy and a girl. The girl pushed back her white/blonde hair revealing her pretty face. The boy stared at her for a moment, mesmerised by her beauty. He had fire like hair that played around his shoulder blades and dazzling green eyes that could make anyone smile.

"Isn't it clever how he does that?" Exclaimed the boy, staring back at the old man, now making a large bird of smoke glide around the village.

"Yes it is." Agreed the girl, "And one day I shall know how to do it too!"

"I shall learn before you!" smiled the boy.

"Want to bet?"

"Sure!"

"OK. If I learn magic before you, you do my chores for a month!"

"And if I learn magic first, you will go out with me!"

The girl stared into the boys eyes for a moment, not sure what to say. The boy gave her a cheeky grin that said 'you don't want to bet 'cause you know I'll win!'

She returned the cheeky smile and held out her hand.

"Deal!"

The boy shook her outstretched hand.

"Deal!" he said.

This memory seemed to appear in Eldinwen's dream, but she could not understand why or where it had come from. It must be something to do with a vision! She thought. Sure enough another vision was coming…

Seregwen glided through the door of the east tower. Her red robes flew out behind her as she flew up the stairs. She flung open the door. A figure quivered in a corner, blood dripped from its shabby clothes.

"Come!" snarled Seregwen, gesturing for the figure to come to her. It came gingerly. She grabbed it by the scruff of the neck so that its hood fell down.

The boy didn't look very old. He had bright red hair and green eyes. Both had lost their sparkle.

"How did she know I was here?" Snarled Seregwen to the quivering elf.

"I swear I don't know anything!" Kementhalion's voice was shaking, and so was his whole body.

"Really? Maybe I can loosen your tongue."

She bared her fangs at him. He struggled to get away, but her hold was too strong.

"There's no point struggling, we have the whole night together where no-one can hear you scream!"

She threw the young boy across the room. He hit the back wall with quite a lot of force. A smile spread across Seregwen's face as she glided over to the limp form of Kementhalion. He looked up at her approaching and screamed.

Eldinwen awoke, sweaty and screaming at the top of her voice. Raene grabbed her arms and talked to her soothingly.

"It's alright, it's alright. Calmed down. It was only a nightmare, a silly nightmare."

Eldinwen stopped screaming and stared into her friend's eyes. Her ears were ringing and her body shaking. Sweat trickled down her face in little beads.

"She's back Raene. Seregwen's back!"

After she was transported to the hospital wing, Eldinwen told Raene everything that had happened. Raene listened closely and when her friend had finished sighed.

"She must need Kemenfalleon for something, something bigger than blood."

They thought for a moment.

"Are you sure it was a vision?"

"I'm sure, when I had stopped screaming, I heard him yelling in the tower." Eldinwen fiddled with the bedclothes; not sure she wanted to talk about this subject.

"She must be planning some kind of revenge." Raene carried on. "Something to get her back into power."

Another long silence of thinking.

"Do you know who we should ask?"

"No, who?"

"Harry Potter of course." Eldinwen started to climb out of bed. "He, Hermione and Ron have been in a situation like this many times before."

The two girls hurried down to the main hall to breakfast and their helpers.

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"So… this vampyr… she's come back for revenge?"

Both girls nodded. Harry looked deep in thought. His scrambled egg was going cold.

"Do you want that?" asked Ron, eyeing Harry's egg and toast.

"Be my guest." Harry passed his plate to Ron who tucked in greedily.

"If what I've heard is correct, the moaning is your boyfriend?"

"No, just…" Eldinwen thought for a moment before adding, "…a friend! Just a friend!"

"Get real. We all know you two dig each other." Raene rolled her eyes.

Eldinwen blushed. She got the general idea what Raene was hinting at.

"Ok, the moaning is your FRIEND who was kidnapped by the vampyr, who attacked you in the woods, Seregwen, and you saw this in a vision?"

Both girls nodded sadly.

"And you want to rescue him…"

"…but we need your help." Eldinwen finished.

"Right." Harry sat and thought again.

"We better not talk about our plans here."

Hermione nodded in agreement.

"How about you say a meeting time in elvish, I'll translate it to the boys and we'll talk about it then!"

"Sounds good to me!" agreed Raene. She elbowed Eldinwen. "Speak girl!"

"Ok, umm…, Elen Sila Lumenn Omentilmo!"

"Got that?"

"I think so…" Hermione looked into a book, nodded and closed it again. "See you there!"

"Good, tell the boys!" With that the girls left.

"Whad dad dey say?" asked Ron, his mouth full off egg and toast, spitting egg flakes onto Hermione.

"They said," Hermione brushed egg off her coat angrily, "A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting."

"What does THAT mean?"

"It means that they want to meet us when mars is bright again."

"When do we know that?"

"Don't you worry about that, I'll find out."

"Where?"

"In the girls bathrooms, where else is secret?"