Disclaimer: The original story is not mine, dammit. All rights reserved to JK Rowling.
Name: He Never Thought She Would Be So Complicated
Dedicated to: Noga, who translated
Beta: Um… Noga?
Rating: K+
Ship: Victor Krum/OFC
Summary: I suck at those. Let's just say that Krum is not who you think he is.
A/N: I can't believe its finally up! I worked so hard on it! Really! I do hope you will like it!
"Krum!" Someone barked out. Victor lifted his head from the book he was nitpicking in. He quickly hid the book and stood up.
"Professor?" He asked.
"You're leaving with us to Hogwarts in three days," the man determined. Victor nodded. Igor Karkaroff gave him a stiff nod and walked away. Victor growled quietly and set back down.
If he'll come to Hogwarts, Karkaroff will find a way to get him into the tournament. He could die, but that didn't bother him. What bothered him was that people might find out about him, and his entire family will be discovered.
On the other hand, if he'll go to Hogwarts he'll find his mate. His beautiful mate. He knew he'll find her there. He sees her in his little mirror, all the time.
He picked up the book, shoving it in his bag, and left in a rush towards his dorms.
"Victor!"
"What is it, Anton?" Victor growled to his twin brother. Anton came to stand beside him, and he noticed they were right besides Grindelwald's symbol.
"Our parents wants us home today. They're up to something," he said. Victor nodded, then asked, "Are you coming to Hogwarts, too?"
Anton nodded, and Victor saw that old emotion in his black eyes.
"She's there," Anton said softly.
"How did she die last time?" Victor asked quietly, watching the passing by.
"We can talk about it at home," Anton said and walked away. Victor could see the two bumps on his brother back, hidden and almost unnoticed under his heavy fur robe.
"Dementor," he growled and his dorms door opened. He threw the bag on his bed and shook his head towards his roommates.
"Are you going back home today?" asked Deema, his best friend, although neither of them will ever admit that.
Deema knew nothing about Victor's family, only that he came home frequently.
"Yeah," he said. Deema smirked at him. Victor growled, took his wand and went back home through the Floo.
He dissolved the spell from his face. And his fine, pale face glowed in the dark room. He walked quickly to the gathering room in the castle. He opened the door and fond his entire family already sitting there, only his sit untaken. Without a word, he shut the door and set between Anton and Demetri.
Literally everyone were there- all of his brothers and sisters, from the oldest to the youngest- Stefan, Sergey, Demetri, Anton, Victor himself, Roman, Anastasia and Analia.
His aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents and his parents.
His uncle, Boris, set by the table, looking empty. His eyes, black and hollow, stared forward, and didn't see a thing. Victor's jaw stiffened.
"Yesterday, we lost Beatrice," started Victor's great-grandfather. Beatrice was Boris' mate, Victor's aunt. "Few Muggles abused her and then murdered her. They must pay!" At this point, Boris howled in pain and slammed his head in his hands. "We won't let them go quietly!" Victor's great-grandfather threatened, while Victor's thoughts drifted to Hogwarts. What could he do if his beautiful mate will die again?
For three hundred years, and Victor still couldn't finish the bonding with her. And every time she died, leaving him to wait for her to come back. Every time she looked different, more beautiful and lovely.
They were looking for revenge, so they went out to find it. And the screams of those five Muggles hadn't reach to Victors mind, hadn't bother him. The thought about their families and friends didn't disturb him. The Muggles deserved to die. He never heard their screams, never saw the blood leaking from their bodies, making little red streams on the sidewalk.
When they returned to the castle, Boris went back to his room and the seven brothers went off to the river, leaving the girls be.
Victor washed with the cold water of the river his cloth and body from all of the blood and dirt, cleaned his black-feathered wings, and took the broken piece of a mirror out of his pocket.
Small, sharp broken mirror. Once, the entire mirror was huge. Each of the children born got piece of it. A mirror that could show its owner their mate.
Moonlight was reflecting in his mirror. His beautiful love stood next to a big window. Her black hair covered her shoulders and her brown eyes stared out to the moon.
Victor frowned. Why wasn't she asleep? Was something bothering her?
He rubbed her face with his thumb, and put the mirror back into his pocket. Then, he stood back up.
"Let's go," growled Stefan, so they did. At the same night, they were all back in Durmstrang.
Victor sank into his red sheets and fell asleep. When he went on the ship to Hogwarts, he kept a trace of excitement.
It wasn't about the tournament. He didn't care about the tournament. I wasn't about Hogwarts, either. He was excited about his mate. He didn't see her for about twenty years, and was determined to end the bonding this time.
Anton was even more excited. His mirror broke, so Sergey went to find another piece of the old mirror, from wherever it was hidden. Until he'll come back, Anton had no idea how his mate looked.
One night before they came to Hogwarts, he dreamt about her.
I'm standing in the woods. I'm barefoot and only wearing black, covered in blood, worn-out trousers. There is no spell on my face. My black wings are spread behind me.
I can see here, far away from me. I take a step towards her, and she turns around.
She's beautiful. She's wearing a white dress, and I can see through the thin fabric a black symbol of wolf. My symbol. Her bright skin is glowing with the moon light. Her hair falls in long, dark waves behind her back, and her eyes- as brown as the forest- are looking at me.
I want to tell her who I am, so I call my wolves. Five of them appear behind me, showing their teeth. I tell them it's her, their mistress, and they smile towards her. They have missed her as well.
I can see she's cold. She shudders in her thin dress. I want to move forward, but my feet won't move, so I reach out for her and she comes closer. When she's moving towards me, I can see her face more clearly.
She's almost there, almost mine again. I try to call her, with the only name I could. I tell her in my language 'my only love'. It convinces her, though I know she can't understand.
She take her last step and I wrap my arms around her, trying to keep her warm. We're together again, and I have missed her so much. I need her badly…
I inhale the intoxicating smell of her hair, stroking it, and feeling its silky touch.
Finally, she's mine.
My only love.
Victor woke up and sighed. He didn't know how long he'll have to wait till he could hug her like that again.
But this time, he'll make sure they'll have their forever.
She will never end up the way aunt Beatrice did.
Never.
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