Chapter 9?
Neville grinned. He retreated further into the brushes. At a safe distance from the lake, Neville transformed into a man, approximately 21 years old in an old confederate uniform. He walked deeper into the brushes and pulled up his invisibility cloak.
"Quite useful these things, a little invisibility makes my job so much more interesting." He said to himself. He knelt down to a boy tied up on the ground. He heaved his body closer to his and bit into his Aorta under his arm. He knew it wasn't as good as vampire blood, even weak, vampire blood. He also knew he had to keep Neville alive. His guest would arrive, do her little memory trick on Neville and then have him wake up someplace that made sense. That would be the hard part.
"You really ought to be more careful, Sy. And just what do you think you're doing?" So soon, he thought, what a doll! Wait 'till I get my teeth round you're neck, dollface, you'll know what I'm doing then.
"I'm just getting a taste, make him sleep a little longer in case you had trouble with.. you know.. the procedure."
"He's gotta have some strength in order for it to work, you numnut! Here you left this behind." A small potted plant, miniaturized, slipped out from beneath her sash and enlarged into Neville's Sarcoficus Tinonianus. It levitated there for a moment before Sy removed it from the air.
"You know for a Tremere, you're awfully base. You're the only one I know that talks like a sailor."
"I do when people are careless, especially with important missions. This is going to get a lot of income for our dear Grand Prince of which my clan is going to see it's fair share. After all, magic is expensive, isn't it?"
"Expensive, eh? Well then, since you think we're good for it, do your business and let's get out of here."
She took out a vile and bit into Neville's wrist. The blood seeped into the vile and she shook it and cupped her hands around it. She began to whisper to the vile. The whispers echoed and although Sy could make out a word or two, most of the sound was incomprehensible. After a moment she opened the vile, held Longbottom's nose and poured the mixture into his mouth.
"Special relative of the Veritas family of potions. This one, mixed with blood, creates memories instead of just reveals them."
"Oh nice," said Sy.
Neville woke up under the oak. Must have fallen asleep, I guess, he thought. He remembered coming down to the lake with his plant. He remembered talking to Harry. Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have said that. He felt guilty. He remembered falling asleep. However, the thestrials following him earlier saw a much different story.
Neville grinned. He retreated further into the brushes. At a safe distance from the lake, Neville transformed into a man, approximately 21 years old in an old confederate uniform. He walked deeper into the brushes and pulled up his invisibility cloak.
"Quite useful these things, a little invisibility makes my job so much more interesting." He said to himself. He knelt down to a boy tied up on the ground. He heaved his body closer to his and bit into his Aorta under his arm. He knew it wasn't as good as vampire blood, even weak, vampire blood. He also knew he had to keep Neville alive. His guest would arrive, do her little memory trick on Neville and then have him wake up someplace that made sense. That would be the hard part.
"You really ought to be more careful, Sy. And just what do you think you're doing?" So soon, he thought, what a doll! Wait 'till I get my teeth round you're neck, dollface, you'll know what I'm doing then.
"I'm just getting a taste, make him sleep a little longer in case you had trouble with.. you know.. the procedure."
"He's gotta have some strength in order for it to work, you numnut! Here you left this behind." A small potted plant, miniaturized, slipped out from beneath her sash and enlarged into Neville's Sarcoficus Tinonianus. It levitated there for a moment before Sy removed it from the air.
"You know for a Tremere, you're awfully base. You're the only one I know that talks like a sailor."
"I do when people are careless, especially with important missions. This is going to get a lot of income for our dear Grand Prince of which my clan is going to see it's fair share. After all, magic is expensive, isn't it?"
"Expensive, eh? Well then, since you think we're good for it, do your business and let's get out of here."
She took out a vile and bit into Neville's wrist. The blood seeped into the vile and she shook it and cupped her hands around it. She began to whisper to the vile. The whispers echoed and although Sy could make out a word or two, most of the sound was incomprehensible. After a moment she opened the vile, held Longbottom's nose and poured the mixture into his mouth.
"Special relative of the Veritas family of potions. This one, mixed with blood, creates memories instead of just reveals them."
"Oh nice," said Sy.
Neville woke up under the oak. Must have fallen asleep, I guess, he thought. He remembered coming down to the lake with his plant. He remembered talking to Harry. Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have said that. He felt guilty. He remembered falling asleep. However, the thestrials following him earlier saw a much different story.