Kristiana looked up at the podium where Professor Dumbledore was talking about the Triwizard Tournament. The seventh-year Hufflepuff was only mildly interested. She had spent yet another summer without her best friend.

"Now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madame Maxime."

Kristi watched as the girls flounced their way down the aisle, teasing every male in the room. She rolled her eyes. Dumbledore hurried back to the podium.

"Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their High Master, Igor Karkaroff."

Kristi was interested now, until she heard a multitude of whispers about a name she hoped she would never hear again. Viktor Krum.

"You can't catch me!" a six-year-old Kristi said, zooming along on her toy broomstick. "Oh yeah?" the six-year-old Viktor said. "Vatch me."

The two children flew around Kristi's backyard, playing like the small children they were.

Viktor and Kristiana at age 13, standing in a clearing in the woods, Viktor kissed her. He was her first kiss.

"I love you, Viktor," a now 15-year-old Kristi said, the last day she saw him. "I laff you too, Kristi. I vill see you next summer."

She waited for him to come back the next summer or the next. He didn't. She wrote letters, they went unanswered. He had become famous, leaving behind his childhood friend.

Kristiana blinked back tears at the flood of memories. He had been her best friend, first kiss and first love. They had been closer than friends, almost siblings. Then he had left. The Hufflepuff didn't even bother to look and see where the Durmstrang students had decided to sit.

"I didn't think Krum was still in school," Cedric Diggory said to her.

Kristi nodded. "Yeah, he is."

Cedric saw the look on her face and became worried. "Are you okay, Kris? You look upset."

"I'm fine, Ced. Thanks though."

"Pity we can't play Quidditch this year," he said. "We definitely would have had a good season."

Kristi looked at her friend and smiled. They had both been on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Cedric was a Seeker and Kristi was a Chaser. She had scored nearly all the goals for the team last season.

"It is a pity." She said, forcing herself to smile and taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

After the Feast, Kristi was walking back to the Hufflepuff common room with the others when she was jostled, falling down right in front of the Durmstrang students. They nearly trampled her and all she could hear was Karkaroff wanting to know if Viktor wanted some mulled wine. She fought back the hot tears and quickly got up, practically running back to her common room and up the stairs to her dormitory. She threw open her trunk and dug right down to the bottom where she had hidden a leather photo book full of wizarding pictures. She pulled it out and looked through the pictures, savoring the happy memories radiating off them. She really missed him.

What has changed? She asked herself as she cried herself silently to sleep. He got famous. She tucked their most recent picture, from two years before, under her pillow and went to sleep. She hoped to Merlin that the next day would be better.

She woke up, still feeling miserable and went down to breakfast. Seeing her mood, Cedric devised a plan to at least attempt to cheer her up.

"Kristi….Kriiiiiiisssssttttiiiii," he said, drawing out her name. "Let's go play Quidditch!"

"Merlin, Diggory, is that all you ever think about?" she said, playfully smacking the back of his head. "Sure, just let me grab my Nimbus and I'll meet you on the Pitch."

Cedric smiled. It wasn't much, but maybe she might be a little happier.

Kristi met Cedric out on the Pitch and they flew up into the air, each trying to outdo the other with their stunts.

"Oh look," Cedric said. "We have an audience."

Kristi looked down in the stands to see a bunch of Durmstrang boys watching them fly.

"Wanna play Catch A Snitch?" she asked, pulling one of her practice Snitches and releasing it as soon as he nodded. The tiny golden ball flew away from them and they started circling the Pitch.

Suddenly a cry went up from the Durmstrang boys. There was another broomstick in the air. She looked over and saw Krum. He doesn't learn, does he? She thought. They had played Catch A Snitch a lot when they were younger, and he had known better than to interrupt one of her games. She sped up, getting neck and neck with the boy who had once been her best friend.

"You never learn, do you?" she said to him as her fingers closed around the tiny golden ball.

When they landed he looked at her, blinked and looked at her again.

"Kristiana?"