A/N: IMPORTANT!!!! This story happens in an AU (alternative universe), which means I can edit the storyline etc as much as I want. Understood? So, the great Voldemort never was, and never will excist in this story. Which means Harry is just a normal kid at this school. So, this happens in the fourth year. BTW, I'm not feeling for memorizing the whole damn book/movie, so there will be differences. Mark my words. Indeed. Also, I will try my best to write Viktor's and Seamus' accent. I think it was Herm-own-ninny that was Viktor's pronouncination of Hermione. (did I misspell that?) Oh, and by the way, I jump one month into the story, since they do that in the movie. And, Hermione and Seamus are pretty good friends in this story.
Summary: (Seamus/Viktor, M rated for later chapters, AU) Fourth year of Hogwarts, Tri-Wizard tournament. Seamus enters the tournament, not really prepared for what's waiting for him.
Disclaimer: This is a freaking fanfic. I do not own any of the characters involved in the Harry Potter universe, since Rowling wrote about them before me. Darn.
A SHIPWRECK IN THE SAND
Chapter 1: Arrivals & Departures
Seamus Finnigan just arrived to the school. That included both joy and depression according to the boy. The joy was because he would be able to see all of his friends once again, to just be with them. The depression was of course the fact that he had to study. Studying was the worst thing according to Seamus. A library wasn't something he visited every day for example. That would happen like once or twice a year, deppending the circumstances. Just the thought of reading a book filled with theoretical and heavy stuff made him cry inside. Of course, if the book was easy to read, he didn't realy mind. Arriving to Hogwarts once more was a bomb of feelings for everyone, since it was their home for a year, once more. From this date, first of September, to the end of the school year, this was going to be their home.
A MONTH LATER
"This school year, is not going to be like any other school year. This year, Hogwarts will be hosting a legendary event. An event so big, that everyone should be honored. In the Triwizard Tournament, one participant from each of the three schools attending to the event will go through terrible danger, indeed. They will cross their inner fears, and might change. And joining us, we have two absolutely splendid schools!" Dumbledore said, standing up in front of everyone and scouting through the Great Hall. He took a short break from his speach, so the students would calm down by the announcement. "Let me introduce the lovely girls from Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic!"
The doors to the Great Hall opened, and in the doors there came a handfull of gorgeous girls. "Look at her arse..!" Dean said dreamy, looking at a girl so beautiful that Dean had something to please himself for days. "Indeed mate! Oh Merlin! Look at the size of that woman!" Seamus said, shocked and pointed out Madam Olympe Maxime. "She's even bigger than Hagrid!" He continued.
Everyone watched closely, especially the boys, while the girls danced their way up the floor and in front of everyone. Hogwarts liked their little dance, and rewarded them with a big applause, clapping their hands so hard that they could fall of any minute.
Dumbledore stood up in front of the school yet again. "And now, please give them a warm welcome, to our friends from the cold north; Durmstrang Institution!"
The doors slammed open, yet again, now a bit harder. Entering the hall was a long line of well trained boys. They were all carrying a rod, which they swung around in an acrobatic way, before they slammed them down in the floor and ran towards Dumbledore, before they all posed and two of them blew out a bird with flames. Then there came two more person.
"Oh my god, it's Viktor Krum!" some people said, pointing and gasping. "I can't believe it... it's Krum!" Ron brusted out, almost jumping up from his seat. Whilst Krum and the headmaster of Durmstrang passed them, Viktor looked towards them and got eye-contact with Hermione.
Hermione didn't know how to react. She kind of smiled an awkward smile ,and so did Viktor. It was like if she was melting, and yet, was afraid. Afraid if it wasn't her he looked at, afraid of her hopes.
"Well, it can't get any bigger now, now that the world's best seeker is here too." Ginny stated, looking at Krum with dreamy eyes. "No. No, not really." Hary replied, watching one of the Beauxbatons girls.
"Now, before we can begin our feast, I want to explain some simple things about the Triwizard tournament!" Dumbledore started, after the two other schools had gotten their tables set. "First of; entering this competition isn't just something you would do right here and right now. We will give you a week to consider it. Next monday, then the ones who wishes to participate may drop a piece of paper with their name written on it into the goblet. But, the competetors will not be reveiled until Halloween. Before the halloween feast, the cup will tell us who is chosen to compete. And mark my words, choose wisely if you want to participate or not. 'Cause if it is you, you're alone in this. There's no turning back." His speach was long and informative. Everyone was excited about this big event. After the feast was done, most of the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang tried to retreat from Hogwarts and into their lairs.
"You know, Seamus, Viktor looked at me." Hermione said, almost whispering while they were walking out of the Great Hall. Seamus looked at her, to see if she was bluffing. "Well, that's good, right? I mean, of all the girls in the whole school, he looked at you." And there were many good looking girls in the school, but Seamus had to admit Hermione was one of them though. "Yes, I suppose it's good. It's just that... I don't know if it was me or not." Hermione sounded sad, since she never really have had any relationship before.
"Have your hopes up, Hermione. He might just have noticed you." Seamus said with a smirk, as he notcied that they passed Viktor in the hallway, and Viktor followed them with his eyes.
"Did he look?" Hermione asked, almost nervous. Seamus had to think. It might just have been a coincidence, or he might just have been looking at her.
"I believe he did, turn around, and you'll see." Hermione turned her head around, just to meet Viktor's eyes once again. She turned back to Seamus, looking completely normal.
"Did he look?" Seamus asked, almost excited about it.
"Yeah, but I don't really care. He's just a simple boy, right?"
"A Bulgarian too." Seamus added, since he didn't really like Bulgarians because his mother didn't either. Bulgaria was after all Ireland's arch enemy within Quidditch, and Quidditch was Seamus' favorite sport of all time. And it will always be so.
Seamus didn't realy mind the foreign students vandering around Hogwarts. It was actually kind of relaxing, relaxing to see that there were more people to get to know, though Seamus didn't realy dare to go and talk to any of them. He would usually stick around Hermione, Dean, Neville or Harry. Or maybe Ron. Deppending on his mood. Lately he've been spending loads of time with Hermione. They had grown close extremely fast, and was best friends. Of course, he usually had guy friends, but a girl as a friend was also nescesary. Hermione would often talk about how weird people were, and how lame they actually are without knowing it. Sometimes Seamus found himself agreeing to her, but sometimes not. But the best thing about Hermione was the fact that she would help Seamus with the homework all the time if he needed any help. Of course, she often suspected him for befriending her just because of that, but that was not true at all.
Seamus and Hermione was sitting on a bench in the Great Hall, close to the goblet and getting a good look of who would dare to put their name in the cup. Hermione had no idea, but Seamus was thinking of putting his name into the cup, just for fun. But he wouldn't break the ice before he saw who else dared to do it. First of, a guy named Cedric in Hufflepuff. A prefect. Nothing more perfect than a prefect, right? Some other people... all the girls from Beaux, some of the boys from Durmstrang... And Viktor Krum. Viktor walked towards the goblet steady and firmly. His eyes were fasten on the goblet, refusing to change his point of view. He simply let the piece of parchment down into the goblet, and smiled a proud smile. Not a smile that makes you look proud of yourself, but a smile that was showing his pride for his school. Proud of being a part of Durmstran Institute.
Seamus observed carefully as all the fangirls slowly approached him, and started clapping. Viktor didn't really care for the fangirls, he mostly ignored them. But now he turned around, and caught the two of them, sitting on the bench, with his eyes. He smiled. Hermione smiled back, and so did Seamus too. Indeed he had something against Bulgarians, but what the heck, his mother have taught him to be polite, so he had to smile back, he felt obliged to do so.
Krum didn't realy leave the room. He just sat down further back, closer to the door, still ignoring the girls surrounding him. Seamus felt it was time to put his own name into the cup. He slowly got up, walked towards the goblet and held his hand over it. Then, he let go of his name, letting it fall slowly into the flames, not being able to regret this, at all. He kind of felt weird, not truly wanting this, but still wanting it.
"Seamus, what the hell did you do that for?!" Hermione yelled at him and dragged him down to the bench, almost ripping his arm off. She was obviously surprised. "Don't you support meh?" The Irish boy asked, trying to look sad. "Of course I don't! Do you have any idea what you are putting yourself into? People have died in this tournament!" She was furious, starting to grow red. Many people had noticed them, pointing towards Seamus and whispered the word forward. He had officially entered the tournament. "Oh c'mon Hermione! I was just joking! No way someone like meh 'cud be chosen!" Hermione didn't look very pleased. Seamus had entered without confronting her first, and he was only thinking of it as a joke. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"You never know, Seamus!" Hermione yelped at him, and stood up and walked strichtly out of the Great Hall.
Seamus sat there, thinking how stupid he was. There was a good chance for him to be picked too, when he first taught about it. But Seamus ain't the person to think before act, that was for sure.
Many people were looking towards Hermione as she passed them, so did Viktor. He could see that she was sad, right before she rounded the corner. Then everyone turned towards Seamus, who felt like a frontpage of a Skeeter case. God darn that reporter, writing only lies. Everyone knew that. Hopefully she owuldn't be covering this great event... Merlin, who is he kidding? Of course she would...
Hermione didn't stay mad at Seamus for long, only a couple of days. But she still had a bad feeling about the whole thing, so she forced him to come to the library with her sometimes to research a bit about the Triwizard Tournament.
"Hermione, they use different challenges each time, it's impossible to predict something like that, you know?" Seamus said, dropping a book on the desk in front of her, disturbing her reading.
"Yes, I know that. But dragons is the most used challenge through the years, so I'm pretty sure one of the tasks will consist of a dragon." Hermione said, flipping through a big book about dragons, a very big book. Seamus yawned, looking outside the window. It was pretty dark outside, and he could see himself in the reflection. Wait, he could se more than just him. In the reflection he could see a certain Viktor by some other shelves further inside the library, pretending to read a book while glaring towards them.
"Hermione, what do you think about Viktor Krum?" Seamus asked, noticing how Viktor reacted in the reflection. "I don't know... he's like... I'm not sure." She said, looking up from her book with a confused look. Seamus turned to check if Viktor was still looking at them, which he was. Viktor closed his book, smiled, then turned serious and walked off the other direction. Seamus let out a small laughter, thinking Viktor was atteracted to Hermione, and that Hermione deserved to have a secret admirerer. She is a great person for sure, but sometimes a bit bossy. But that's Hermione.
"Why?" She said, bringing Seamus back from his thoughts. He turned back to her and smiled, sitting on the desk. "I have a feeling that he might just be interested in you." Seamus said in his perfect Irish accent, making Hermione's eyes open wide.
"Yeah, very funny Seamus! It's no wa-" Seamus interrupted her by snapping his fingers in front of her. "Wrong attitude Hermione. Hope for the best. I know you fancy him, and don't even try denying it!" Hermione smiled a bit, before going down to her book again and read on. "Of course I fancy him... I mean, who doesn't?" She mumbled, not realy wanting a reply.
Seamus was tired by now, and didn't want to be up too late. But it was a productive day, he had found out about Hermione's little boydream, and the dragon part in the Triwizard tournament. "Well, Hermione, I'm off to bed now. Have fun." Seamus said, jumping down from the desk and walked of before Hermione could answer, but she didn't realy mind.
Walking down the hallway leading towards the stairs, Seamus heard someone run towards him. "Hey, vait!" Turning around to meet Viktor was a bit surprising, but a bit weird too. He's a Bulgarian. Not realy Seamus' favorite country. "Yes?" Seamus said, sounding like a pessismist. "Can I haff a vord vith you?" Viktor asked politely. "I suppose." Seamus snapped, not wanting to be the kindest person towards someone from Bulgaria. "Vhat is the name of your friend? That girl?" He asked. "Why do you want to know her name?" Seamus asked, crossing his arms and gave Viktor a dumb look. "Vell, I... like her a bit." Viktor said, looking shy, as if it was his first time saying something like that. "Why do you like Hermione?" Seamus got curious, since Hermione fancied Viktor. "Herm-own-ninny is different. She isn't like everyone else." Good point, indeed. "Haha, you said her name wrong!" Seamus laughed, clapping Viktor on his shoulder, "But it's great that you like her. Give her a shot." Seamus smiled, and was about to walk of before Viktor grabbed his arm and shook it, "Thank you." he said.
'He wasn't that bad, for being a Bulgarian I mean.' was all Seamus could think while walking up the stairs.
"Seamus, how come Viktor knows my name? Or, kind of, he doesn't realy get it right." Hermione came, settling down next to Seamus in the Great Hall. Today was Halloween, and the competetors would be chosen today. "I don't know... why are you asking meh?"
"Maybe because I saw you talking with him when you left before me that day earlier?"
"Oh, yeah... Ok, I gave him your name but he said you were different in a good way!"
Hermione looked towards the seated Viktor, whom was looking right back at her. "I don't know. There's just something about him that I don't like. I don't know what, but it's there." Seamus kind of understood what she meant, but kinda didn't at the same time. "Well, did he leave some kind of impression or something? Have you spoken with him?" Seamus had to ask, since there were something she didn't like, obviously. "He talks to me everytime I enter the library and asks me the dumbest things you can imagine. And he asks who you are, and if we're dating or not and more." She started, "It's flat out scary." Seamus just nodded, turning towards the goblet, hoping he wouldn't be chosen.
The goblet spit out a piece of parchment. Dumbledore held out his hand and caught it, then unfolding it. "The person who will be competing for Durmstrang is..." A typpical break, like in every reality show. Wanting to get the crowd more excited. "Viktor Krum!" Everyone jumped up and applausd like never before, cheering for him, especially the other students from Durmstrang Institution. He went over to Albus and shook his hand, then entered the Trophy Room.
"Well, I'm not realy surprised that he was picked." Dean said to Seamus, shaking his head. "Yeah, me neither mate." Seamus had to agree, it wasn't realy a shocker. "But for your own sake Seamus, I hope you're not chosen." Dean said, looking at him with shame. The word that Seamus had entered just as a joke had spread fast and everyone in Gryffindor knew.
"Representing the girls Beauxbatons Academy of Magic: Fleur Delacour!" All the boys stood up, whistling at her and clapping, and she waved to everyone and went up to Dumbledore, shook his hand, and went for the Trophy Room.
"And now, the Hogwarts champion will be revealed!" Dumbledore turned towards the great goblet of fire. Everyone was excited. The goblet spit out a piece of parchment that flew high up in the air, slowly falling down again. Dumbledore snapped it, and slowly opened it and went pale. It was unexpected of course, not realy sure how to react, "Mr. Finnigan..? Seamus Finnigan?"
Seamus froze. He had a bad feelign about this. It was just a joke, right? Everyone was unsure how to react, but started clapping. Hermione pushed Seamus up, forcing him to walk towards Dumbledore. Seamus felt sick. Regretting this now was stupid. Think before act was now a must in Seamus Land. He slowly approached the older man, and shook his hand. "Please, be careful!" Dumbledore whispered, and sent him in the direction of the Trophy Room. Glares were thrown at Seamus from everyone. "Dude, you're so gonna die!" A completely random girl from Slytherin bursted out, laughing of it. 'Thanks for cheering me up...' Seamus thought while entering the door to the Trophy Room.
Fleur was looking on the golden trophies, admiring their shining scale until she heard someone walking down the stairs slowly. The gate into the room opened, and in came a boy around her height, looking pale as snow. "Es-tu celui Poudlard représentant, Monsieur?" She asked, forgetting that Hogwarts was in fact in England. "He speaks no Frensh." Viktor said, proud of his not-so-perfect-English-that-he-thinks-is-perfect. Seamus looked at them, still pale, and still frightened. "I-I don't want to do this..." Seamus said, sitting down on one of the shelves holding up the trophies. Fleur felt sorry for the Irish little boy, he was younger than them, and he was most likely weaker. "Oh, don't worry you! We'll go easy on you. Right Viktor?" She nodded towards Viktor, whom felt compassion with the boy too. "Yes. We will." Seamus just smirked at this. "That's not the point. I just entered this as a joke. I'm not physically ready for something like this. Look at me!" He stood up, throwing his arms out so they could see his bodyshape. Comparing to Viktor, Seamus was nothing. Viktor had a great body for physical activities. And Fleur didn't have such a bad body either. They bot fitted as athleets. "Well... nothing wrong with your body?" Krum questioned, not realy understanding the situation. "Boy, don't worry, I believe you will do just fine! I'm not too much of a daredevil myself, but I will do my best, and so will you!" Fleur was some kind of a fairytale princess mixed with a strong leader. Scary combination, but suited her. "Thanks." Seamus said, smiling as he received a hug from Fleur. Viktor smiled of the sight. Fleur was a realy good person, for sure, but he wanted to get to know this boy too. "You are Sheymus, right?" Viktor asked, breaking the silence. "Seamus. But yes, I am." Viktor smiled yet again, and so did Fleur. "You are Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian seeker." Seamus said in a bit harsh tone, "And you are Fleur Delacour, right?" Viktor nodded, so did Fleur. "Yes. I believe we will be good friends." Fleur said, sstanding up.