Disclaimer: I only own Katerina and Ebba Vasilieva-Skarsgård, Luka and Peter Vasiliev, Jaana, Pyotr, Ragnar, Edel and Polina Gregorovitch, Ivan, Todora, Emil and Rabil Krumov(a), Iliya Nikolov and Wisia Nowak. There are many other minor characters who I also own, along with my characters' backstories and personalities. This is also a companion story to "Not All Slytherins are Death Eaters" and is set in 1996-1998, meaning that several characters, like Bellariese Black, Amoret Black, Arcturus Black IV, Griselda Grimm, and Amaranth Peverell will appear, however, they are not main characters and are mostly unimportant to the plot. Everything else belongs to J. K. Rowling!

Iliya: ih-l-IH-a

Unni: Oohh-knee

Jaana: Jaah-nah

Ragnar: Raag-naar

Edel: Aehh-dee-ll

Polina: Poll-lee-na

Rabil: raah-bee-leh

Emil: eh-m-IH-l

пролог

Svalbard - 2nd of May - 1998

Blood stained the snow-covered ground; the silver and blue of unaccomplished spells churned together as the fire grew, turning the castle to ash. A red glow clotted the night sky, twisting and turning against the blackened stars, and island's rocky shore, that as a multitude of students ran for their lives, the Death Eater's raised their wands. Dressed in red coats, and long staffs, the students of Durmstrang Instate were easy for Voldemort's followers to pick out. They stood on a cliff, overlooking the school, magic whipping in the air as spell after spell cut down innocent children and deranged house-elves.

Among the terrified students, and nutty elves, ex-students lined the cliff's floor, their spells snatching a few curses out of the air, as several professors tired to create a shield. Out of the two ex-students, Viktor Krumov was the least surprised that his school was being targeted. While well known for being a "dark" and "evil" school, Durmstrang Instate was well versed in the Dark Arts, and while many of Lord Voldemort's supposed supporters would have assumed that he would have left the school alone, the Bulgarian Seeker had felt the nagging feeling in his gut since last August, when the British Minister of Magic had announced that the Dark Lord had returned.

His friend, an old housemate, Iliya Nikolov hung by his side, his staff spinning above his head like a windmill. Others, old and young surrounded them, their magic exploding left and right, that it wasn't until a hex exploded in front of Unni Ollesdotter's face, that people began to realise that maybe they should group together. The witch deflected the curse, her lynx styled staff shuddering tightly against the red spell, as she ducked, her Familiar pouncing over her back as it too dogged the Cruciatus, and pelting up the hill towards the approaching Death Eaters.

The snow leopard roared, her sharp teeth snapping the air as she ripped a man's throat out, her hide strong and powerful against the spells that reflected her skin. It took at least five minutes for the leopard to be cut down, but by the time she exploded into a thousand shards of frozen fur, she had managed to cut a hole through the Death Eaters' ranks. Unni's scream tore at Viktor's heart, as the Icelander's mental connection to the animal dispersed, and with a dark look, the woman threw herself into her magic, twisting and turning like a hurricane, spells knocking Death Eaters over before they could even breath.

The Familiars were another reason for the attack; while most witches and wizards had pets, only ex-students and professors of Durmstrang Institute could command their loyal creatures with their minds. The magic was special only to them, created by Headmistress Nerida Vulchanova when she found a baby lynx curled up in her coat. She had formed a bond with the creature, tying her magic to its bloodline so it could live, and as such, created the Familiar. It was a secret and garden practice, the spell only told to Durmstrang's final year, before the information was wiped from their minds. Much like how Durmstrang was hidden among the Muggles, and each student was obliviated whenever they left, they were still able to retain distant memories about the spell, and that was that the process of binding an animal to their soul, hurt - a lot.

Viktor's own Familiar, an amber-eyed Northern Goshawk, soared overhead, his needy gaze watching the ground as he sent mental imaged back to his master. If it wasn't for the bird, he wouldn't have spotted the two Death Eaters that were trying to kill a young girl. Through his mind, he commanded his Familiar to unfurl his claws, and as his bond tighten and curled like rope, he allowed the bird to rip the men's faces off. A horrific scream danced through the cold air as the girl fled, the Death Eaters' bodies still against the cold ice. The bird spun, blood splattering from his claws, as he rose high into the sky, his loud caw echoing around the air as he sang his victory.

'Nice one, Vik!' Ilya yelled, Bulgarian leaving his lips, as his arctic fox darting in and out of the enemy line, biting Death Eaters on the ankles and gesturally causing chaos. If it wasn't for his sheer white coat, and impeccable ability to sneak up on people, Viktor had a feeling the fox would have been slaughtered hours ago.

'Thanks!' Viktor replied, before slamming his staff down, cracking the ice beneath his feet, and shooting webbed lines of magic under the earth. The Death Eaters screamed, their voices rising, as the magic exploded beneath them, pulling them down to the icy sea.

Hands reached up from the black dept, grindylows and mermaids pulling the Death Eaters to their watery graves, that as the followers of the Dark Lord screamed, Viktor couldn't help but smile. He turned staff, lowering as he caught the fierce gaze of Jaana. A conch sat in her right hand, her staff in her left, and as she sprinted towards the battle, a long-tailed wildcat prowled side her, his fur speckled with blood.

Iliya paused, eyed widening when they settled on the dark-haired woman, his memory flickering as he remembered a time when he used to spit exploding gum-balls at her head. His lips thinned slightly, as she approached, stopping beside Viktor's side and giving him a one-armed hug.

'Bookend?' Iliya breathed, and before he could grab the words and stuff them back into his mouth, a terrible fire suddenly burned in Jaana's eyes. Her wildcat growled, his eyes darkening as she turned, and before anyone could really stop her, the witch punched Iliya across the face.

The potioneer fell, smacking onto the ice with a low groan. He didn't get back up. Jaana bit her lip.

'Oops,' she muttered and turned back to Viktor.

'Hey,' she breathed, pecking his cheek. 'I see you're alive!'

Viktor chortled.

'Barely. Watch out—'

Grabbing her arms, Viktor flattened Jaana, pulling her down just as a curse shot over them, right where head had been.

'Tack!' Jaana breathed. 'Now it's my turn,'

Before Viktor could react, Jaana smashed her staff on the ground, the edge hitting the ice, and a barrier suddenly erected itself around the couple. A white beam of light rippled out when the shell met, knocking most people over, and decapitating a Death Eater who got too close. Red stained the snow, twisting Viktor's stomach, and before he could respond with a witty, or quick response, Jaana rose, dispelling the barrier, and pulled him to his feet.

'You came,' Viktor breathed, grabbing her close and pressed his head against hers. The witch grinned, lips twitching.

'Like I'd miss this,' she breathed, eyes shining. 'Those bastards murdered my grandfather! We want revenge!'

'We?' Viktor asked. Jaana smiled, and pulled away, her dark eyes glittering as she pointed to four figures who stood in the distance.

'Did you really think we wouldn't all come? Durmstrang's got the whole Gregorovitch Guild!' she cried, as her brother, Ragnar the Second, charged forward, staff flickering as grey magic exploded from the top. His Familiar, a long-tailed wolf charged beside him, its black eyes as pitch as black.

His wife, Edel, carried a long hunting spear, her long legs tightly wrapped around a reindeer's back as she and her Familiar charged into battle. She screamed loudly, reminding Viktor of a warrior, and before the Death Eaters could react, the Sami-witch had stabbed one man through the heart. His blood bubbled and boiled as he died, Edel's power over blood intensifying as she drew back.

A fierce looking woman, with greying hair and Jaana' cheekbones, screamed in Russian, her ancient hands flickering as she controlled the air around her. She wore a long purple robe, her wispy hair pulled out of her face in a red wrap, revealing her wrinkled face and black eyes. Jaana's grandmother, Polina bellowed, her magic spreading fast in a glowing amber light; however and possibly the most daunting thing, was that the witch was riding on a tree, and as she passed, she almost decapitated serval students heads.

However, it was the brown-haired man with silver eyes, that really scared Viktor. Having only met his girlfriend's father once, the fifty-year-old man stood at least six feet eight tall, and his arms were strengthened from years of fishing. A scruffy beard adorned his chin, and as he charged forward, a brown bear followed behind him, the Familiar roaring with all his might. A long staff hung in the man's grip, expect of it being gilded by a lynx or eagle, the top was decorated with a bright blue stone. It reverberated across the night sky, catching the Aurora Boleros as it drifted past, and setting Pyotr in a terrible light.

He yelled in Siberian, the language his father once spoke and lowered his staff, magic exploding from the end, nocking a Death Eater away from Viktor. The Death Eaters roared, their anger throbbing as spells and curses in every direction, that if it wasn't for the adrenaline pumping through his bones, Viktor would have disappeared.

'Where's Rabil and Emil?' Jaana said as she dogged a spell. 'I haven't seen them?'

Viktor grunted, and before he could answer he snatched the conch from Jaana's hand and smashing it hard over a Death Eater's head. He crumpled, but before he could fully fall, Viktor bought a shard down, stabbing the man hard in the neck. Drawing away, the Bulgarian Seeker spun, blood spreading across his shirt as Edel raised her staff.

All of a sudden the corpses were flying, the blood in their systems feeding a huge, red ball. It churned, and spluttered, as if it were molten lava, but never once did it drop. People stopped, Death Eaters and Durmstrang students alike, mouths gaping. Edel grunted, spun her staff, and the blood transformed into a thousand daggers. With a sharp cry, the blood-daggers scattered, dodging students and teachers, carried by an invisible wind before lodging themselves deep into Death Eaters.

Wild screams rose, but the Sami wasn't done. Before the Death Eaters could even move, the woman clenched her hand, and like Vladimir Tepes and his gory deeds, large blood poles grew from the daggers, until the enemy hung like laundry out to dry. They slid and twitched, and those who were still alive screamed and screamed and screamed. Bile rose to Viktor's lips, and he turned away, shutting his eyes tight as the Blood-Witch continued on her frenzy, her magic threaded together in a protective presence that could never be dispelled. Beside him, even Jaana looked a little pale, her lips pressed tightly together. At least they could breathe for a little while before Death Eater reinforcements could arrive.

'Was that really necessary?' she asked, as her sister-in-law rammed her spear into a woman's head. The Sami nodded as her husband helped her off her Familiar.

'Hell yeah!'

'Krumov!' a voice called, and Viktor turned to find Pyotr and his mother charging forward. 'How do we get the children off the island?'

Swallowing hard, Viktor shrugged.

'We don't have floo,' he admitted. 'Karkaroff deemed it too dangerous and—'

'Well your old headmaster was an idiot,' Pyotr snapped. 'Where's your new one?'

'Dead.' Viktor admitted. Pyotr swore, and turned to his mother.

'Can you make a portkey big enough to take the students away, possibly back home?'

Polina raised an eyebrow.

'What do you take me for?' she asked. But before Pyotr could answer or retort, a thousand loud cracks suddenly erupted along the hilltop.

Spinning, Viktor and Jaana found themselves glaring up at the reinforcement of Death Eaters. Some looked shocked, holding their stomachs at Edel's handy work, while others laughed and cackled as if they were mad.

'Do it quickly!' Pyotr instructed, as his mother ran towards the castle. 'Get them out of here!'

Breathing heavily, his mouth dry and cold, Viktor felt a small hand suddenly grip his own. As Viktor squeezed Jaana's hand, his shoulder's rolling as the Familiars sharpened their claws or puffed up their fur, their anger spinning with their masters. It was in that moment that Viktor wanted to kiss Jaana, to know that even in this hopeless moment, and with Iliya still lying on the ground nose bloody, that he loved her.

But he never got to speak as the Death Eaters charged, their voices mingling against the night, and under the gloom of a burning Durmstrang, a thousand witches and wizards raised their staffs, magic glistening along the various carved tops, as they prepared for the battle they knew they would not win...

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Translations:

пролог: Prologue

Tack: Thanks

Dear Readers:

For those of you who do not read the disclaimer, this story is set in the "Not All Slytherins Are Death Eaters" universe, however, you do not need any prior knowledge to this story to understand it. While I encourage you to read "Not All Slytherins are Death Eaters" which is a story told through the eyes of a Slytherin Seer, I would like to explain, that while they are in the same universe, neither story will really coincide.

While it is true that a few scenes, will merge together, it is best to understand that my main character never participated or even saw the Triwizard Tournament as she had left school when it was happening. She has also never entered Hogwarts and has absolutely no idea what it is like. While it is true that she will turn up as a minor character in "Not All Slytherins are Death Eaters" I have decided to write this story to explain the disasters events that Lord Voldemort is causing in Europe, as I think that he would have started to begin his journey there.

While British-wizards are struggling to keep Voldemort from destroying everything, Europeans wizards (in this story) are still struggling to piece together the deviation that Gellert Grindelwald left behind. This is a story told in the eyes of these Europeans, and while some we all know there will be characters new to this story that will pop up. Topics such as werewolf legislation, poverty, and various other taboo topics will turn up, as I think that there would be a major influx across Europe in the Wizarding Community.

Before I end this little rant/explanation, I would like to point out that European students only have two places where they can attend their education: Durmstrang Institute (which, according to Pottermore, is deep in Northern Scandinavia, meaning Sweden or Norway, however, like my story "A Black and a Dumbledore" I have decided to place it in Svalbard. This also means that the students are all half-bloods, or Purebloods and mostly come from Northern and Eastern Europe), and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic (which takes in students from France, Belgium, Luxembourg, Netherlands, Portugal, and Spain and is situated in France). Schools, such as the Russian school, Koldovstoretz, will also be mentioned, however, homeschooling is still an option, so some characters will not have been to any of the schools mentioned above.

None of my main characters will be shown around, or in Hogwarts, unless it is important to the plot. The main characters we know and love, such as Hermione, Ron and Harry will only be told via a secondary format, as this is a story paced in Europe, and not Britain's troubles. While it is true Voldemort's threat is strong, this story will be about various European Wizards coping with the distraction that Grindelwald left, and the coming threat of the Death Eaters.

That could also mean that various spells change depending on the different languages. While I do not claim to be knowable in Bulgarian, Swedish or other European languages, I do know a bit of Norwegian, however, I will do my research when required. Also, I should add, that while I have written the dialogue in English, the characters are all speaking it's their native tongues unless I explicitly say otherwise (e.g "Help" she said in French). When they are speaking English it will be italicised and have various accentuation around what they say - that is...if I can manage it. Also if I get any words in Bulgarian or other languages wrong, please feel free to inform me below, as some dictionaries are not reliable, especially those found on the internet.

Also if there are any places, which don't exist, I also apologise. It has taken a very long time for me to figure out various areas, (and it has been especially difficult as I have never been to Bulgaria and only ever went to Western Sweden to get food when I lived in Norway, and that was a long time ago), and while some places do not exist, I have tried to figure out places and areas as best as I can.

I hope that this makes sense and that you choose to stick around for this story, as I'm very intrigued to what may happen. To put it blankly, this is going to be a challenge — a very difficult one, that will make me spend many hours screaming at my laptop in frustration, but one I am most looking forward to.

I hope you enjoyed and I look forward to hearing your thoughts down in the reviews.

Wish me luck, and I hope you all have a fantastic Halloween, Samhain, Day of the Death, and any other goulash or autumn celebrations that I missed out. Oh, and good New Year to all my Wiccans and Pagans, (if you consider Samhain as a new year, that is).

From

Lily