A/n Hey there. Here's my first Harry Potter fanfic. I don't like that most everyone either casts Viktor Krum as a bad guy or with Hermione, so I thought of this idea. Also, I'm basing this in Dangerverse, so it'll be a bit confusing if you haven't read those stories. Dangerverse is my canon, not the real canon. Sorry for the confusion.

I sighed to myself as I silently ate breakfast. I'm always alone. My parents don't care, and have even enrolled me as a student at Durmstrang, under a fake name of course. Nikolai Nikolov. They thought it was cute.

I think it's stupid. My real name is Kassandra, but they like to think of me as a boy. Which cues eye rolling on my part. Of course, it probably doesn't help that I was born a Metamorphmagus. And it definitely doesn't help that when I was younger I preferred to look like a boy over the prissy girls.

I drained my milk and brought my dishes to the sink and washed them quickly. I don't really mind doing things the muggle way. I think it's interesting how muggles can get around without magic.

I found a book in the extensive library, one of the ones my so-called parents dislike, but it's one of my favorites. I walked over to a comfy couch and curled up before I buried myself into the world of Middle-Earth.

I smiled to myself as I read about Pippin and Merry's adventure with the Ents. A tap startled me and I feel off of the couch. Grumbling to myself, I let the owl in, a bit surprised.

I untied the letter from his legs and handed him a piece of toast I'd conveniently forgotten to eat. As the owl munched on it, I examined the envelope.

Nikolai Nikolov

Well, that's not a surprise considering no one even knows that I'm a girl. I hate my life. I looked at the writing closely and frowned. "What on earth would he be writing me for right now?" I wondered aloud as I opened it up and read the letter. My jaw dropped after the first sentence.

Nik,

We (as in the Bulgarian team) need your help. Volkov seems to have developed a cure-resistant strain of dragon pox. We want to keep it out of the media though, so would you come and play for him?

You're the best beater at Durmstrang and you're a metamorphmagus. You can easily pass off for him. We definitely would rather have you on the team as Volkov because if word got out, there'd be pandemonium. Apparate to the Quidditch World Cup as soon as possible and let us know your decision. After all, the game is in THREE DAYS!

~Viktor

I dropped the letter in shock, tried to sit down, missed, and looked at the letter like it was a prank. Then I laughed at myself for falling onto the floor. I examined the letter, and sniffed to check to be sure it was legitimate before I raced to my room, packed my belongings and found my broom. My parents are aware that I'm going to the World Cup, so I didn't bother leaving a note.

I grabbed my oldish broomstick and apparated to the grounds.

I breathed in the air before heading to find the team camp. After looking at tree after tree that look the same, I decided to trust my nose.

I quickly changed forms, to a jaguar, and scented the air for the camp. I found a scent like home and followed it. Peeking through some bushes, I spied the camp.

Hmm... Where's Victor? I shrugged as I turned around. I stretched quickly before following my scent trail back the way I came.

I raced through the forest joyfully. I was very tempted to yowl in enjoyment, but I knew that it would scare a lot of people. I skidded to a stop next to my stuff and discovered one very confused Bulgarian Seeker.

Deciding to have some fun, I stalked over to him. He backed up, very slowly. He held out his arms in front of him as if that would protect him. I laughed and the sound rumbled in my throat. I crouched down like I was going to pounce.

Viktor froze, a scared look on his face. I leaped and knocked him over. He struggled as I licked him. "Don't eat me!" he shrieked.

I shifted back, letting out large guffaws at his expression. I made sure my appearance was that of my usual one at school, because that's the one he's used to.

The Seeker glared at me. "That was not funny," he growled.

I shook my head, laughing to hard to speak. Viktor crossed his arms. After a few moments, Viktor gave in and joined me. After a moment, he looked at me slyly and flicked his wand.

I abruptly stopped laughing as he covered me with snow. I shook it off and then dried myself, mock-glaring at my best friend.

"That wasn't nice," I joked.

Viktor chuckled, "Neither was scaring me." He paused, thinking for a moment. I caught a whiff of apprehension. "So... will you do it?" he asked, the apprehension growing.

I stared at him blankly. "Do what?" I asked.

Viktor groaned, "You didn't get my letter?" Now he was radiating disappointment.

I changed my appearance as he watched. "What letter?" I grinned jokingly as his scent changed to hopefulness.

Viktor punched me. "Don't do that! So you'll play?"