Shitza: High again, sorry for this long wait, but it's the second week of school so you know what I mean. Also, it took me a while to come up with something for sweet innocent Hufflepuff. But after a lot of thinking I managed to think out of something truly evil.

Ps: This is more classified as horror, yet hopefully a bit mild version. Yet what do I know, I rarely watch or read horror.

Chapter 5 Neville's Tale

"Draco, I think I'll make you pay back double for this, this is too embarrassing." Neville said.

"Come on Nev, it can't be worse then that." Ron said.

Harry nodded, he couldn't think of anything more embarrassing.

"Yeah, Neville there is a Swedish proverb; Säger man A får man säga B/ If you say A you continue with B." (It fully means if you start telling you can't stop telling.)

Neville sighed. "Don't say I warned you from immense stomach-aches." He warned them.

---Neville's Tale---

"It was right before the pub incident, and the story of why I had to go all the way down to the Spain. You see about a month before Draco arrived to help out. I had been called down to Spain, no9t for the Burning Ignis, it was because a girl at the Spanish Hospital had fallen very ill, with no hope for cure. The words had travelled down from England that I happened to be the best Healer found upon Earth, which I think sounds ridiculous, but anyway. That's not the importance.

The girl was also the Minister of Magic's own daughter, and he had told every healer found in the Mediterranean that if someone could cure her he would give her five thousand Galleons as a wage for a year. I wasn't interested in the girl, I was more interested in what kind of disease she had fallen into.

I arrived after taking Floo Powder over tot eh hospital, in a huge hall with a lot of Healers running around. It took me a while to receive the needed information of the girl and it surely took me ages to find her ward. At last I did manage, after three hours of search, and she really was in a terrible shape, not pleasant either.

One of the Healer's, who knew some English, told me tat she had turned ghostly pale, very cold and that she barely had any blood left in her veins. She was not too young, around fifteen or so. I really felt sad for her, after all she was too young. And even I couldn't guess the magical disease she had wandered into.

I stayed at her room for about six hours, until I was given a room at the end of a corridor so that I could keep an eye on her. The first three nights nothing happened, she was still pale and cold, in a coma and we knew she couldn't hear us. We couldn't get any contact with her at all. I tried all thinkable cures, and gave her all sorts of magical spells but nothing worked. You could understand I got nervous, not because of my reputation but because of her health.

Yet the fourth night, me and some other Healers woke up hearing this horrible scream. We ran over to the ward nearby and saw to our amazement that someone had attacked a young boy, one of the patients, in his sleep. The boy couldn't be more then 14. We managed to save his life, giving him his blood back. We had no idea what had attacked him though.

The attacks continued, for about five more days. In the end people started to block their doors and windows. So far no one had died, but one of the attacks had been on a Healer. Even I barricaded myself inside my room, and slept nervously.

Five nights, after the first attack, I woke up with someone bend over me. I felt dizzy, and with a blow I managed to get this thing of me. I felt one drop of blood trickle down my neck. And guess what, it was her.

That poor girl had slept with a vampire one night right before she was sent to the hospital, and in order for the poison to start taking effect you need some nights of rest before you become those kinds of monsters. For nights she had fed upon the patients and the Healers. When she saw I was awake she fled out the window. It was still dark outside, so she wouldn't get killed of the sun or anything like that.

I saw her transform into a bat and disappear. Yet I decided to follow. I transformed myself into an owl and followed her all the way to the forest. There I took my usual Animagi form of a badger and sneaked after. She was really fast, for being a beginner at flying. I followed her deep into the forest, so deep I almost lost sight of her as I couldn't see through the branches. Luckily when she was almost out of sight, she flew downwards to a small cave in what seemed like nowhere.

She landed at the entrance and then walked inside. She was dressed in a blood red robe. I followed her silently, not to close. I do remember how it was at the war.

It surprised me someone was already expecting her, and that someone turned out to be the vampire that had changed her. I will not go in on further details on what they did, but to tell you this it was horrible. Claws… blood and… I can't tell you more. Yet my eyes stood outside the eyeholes and I couldn't believe it. She seemed to have been so innocent and sweet.

Yet it didn't take long before someone tossed a net over my head, and still I haven't been able to find out who this someone was. Yet it was a goblin like creature that dragged me over to the floor towards the two lovesick vampires.

I could feel my blood turn to ice. You all know I'm a healer, not a fighter and I had no idea how to defend myself. Okay, I was also so scared. I promise you if those two would have thought out something against me I would surely be dead.

Yet I was surprised, because they didn't intend on killing me as I had thought. It turned out that he was a really young vampire, only some year older then her. The two of them had fallen in love and she had begged him to turn her into one of his kind. They also asked if I could keep that as a secret, in repayment that they would release me.

I agreed, after all there wasn't much to do. I returned to the hospital and conjured up a substitute, dead one, to replace her and then made a made up story of her death.

So far unusually enough no one had interrupted him, but both Cassandra and Hermione dried their tears with small handkerchiefs.

"So beautiful, please continue Neville. We want to know what happened then." Cassandra said.

Well, not long after I received a letter from the two of them, telling me about their happy life together in the mountains. I was happy, yet I had to burn the letter straight afterwards, her father stood close by and the letter had been delivered by a vampire bat. I didn't want to make too many clues.

"But what about the fire plant, you know, that wasn't the thing I thought you would tell."

Neville stared at him and then sighed.

Slowly afterwards as I was walking on the beach thinking of those two the irritating mermaids showed up and dragged me down to their so called party. That's when I called Draco, he understands sea creatures better then me.

---End Tale---

Draco was laughing, but apart from that everyone else was sighing. It was so romantic, but still a tragedy. Neville took a sip from his goblet and said.

"Only Cass left now, isn't it."

Cassandra nodded, cleared her throat, completely trying to ignore Draco's laughter. That until he fell off his chai as it flew up into the air.

End Notes: One little story left, and I am thinking of making something typical Nordic out of hers. After all, it's from where I live. So until next chapter, the final. Please review!!!