Hai hai minaaaa {everyone}~! It's Chloe D Crystal again~! I hope you won't bring me to hard on this one. It's a Viktor Krum {a wizard} X Hermione Granger {a witch} fanfiction this time. I really don't want anyone to be offended at this ship, as I know there are many Draco Malfoy {a wizard} X Hermione Granger ships and also Ron Weasley {a wizard} X Hermione Granger {a witch} ships. I personally like both the Draco and Viktor ship but I know a lot of Dramione fanfics already and I think there maybe should be more Vikmione ones~ Please don't judge the story JUST because it's Vikmione. If it's bad, then it's bad, but it won't be bad just because of this subject.

IN THE END~ ENJOYENJOYENJOOOY~ or at least try to…~? Ehehehe~

Chapter 1 - Enter Durmstrang

I'm sitting on the house table, next to Harry and Ron. They're talking about Quidditch and Chess and all that stuff, but never say anything about what I like, or if I'm interested. Sometimes I don't really mind, heck sometimes it feels good that way. But a lot of the time, I'm bored to my wits. I poke at my morning honey porridge with little interest, when suddenly, professor Dumbledore made an announcement. Pardon? Ah tournament? I'll probably not be entering. If it's not obvious yet, me with my skinny body and bones, isn't very an athletic person. Well it turns out nobody in my year can participate anyway. It's for 17 years and older. I continue gazing at my cold breakfast, just hearing some of the words, though disjointed.

"Honor of hosting . . . exciting event . . . coming months, . . over a century . . . pleasure to inform . . . Triwizard Tournament . . . taking place at Hogwarts this year!"

There's a gasp and murmur in the school.

"You're JOKING"

I hear Fred exclaim. This must be some big competition.

Later that day I decide to go to the library. I know, how unexpected of me. I'm sorting through the non-fiction "T" section of the bookshelves, when I came across "Triwizard History and Short Stories". It's written by a former player. Maybe this'll be interesting. I mean, it's good to have a range of different reads now and then. I sit down at one of my tables.

It starts out with an intro to the writer, about how he had to go through a list of challenging and creative events. It seems so dangerous, but sort of thrilling. There's a lot of perspectives written in, and at the end there's a small section on other books he wrote about Triwizard Tournaments. I borrow all of them from the library and go back to my room.

I place the accumulation of books on my desk and and grab a quill and parchment paper. The pale, white feather starts moving back and forth, side to side. The black ink spreading on notepaper emitting a dark, strong smell, mixed in with the crispy, fresh parchment. This aroma fills the room, and I'm not only engulfed in my smell, but in my writing. It's an entry of my in that situation of being in the Triwizard Tournament. Me on my broom, flying through the clouds, and finishing first during the beginning round. It's an adventure on a flattened piece of wood. What more could you ask for, huh?

…

If you didn't know that was sarcasm

A Couple of Weeks Later

I walk out of my sleeping chambers and see that nobodies at the common room. That's really odd, since there's normally a boy sorting out his chocolate frog cards, or a few girls gossiping on the latest relationships. Sometimes, there's even a few people frantically studying for a test. But right now, it's almost empty apart from Hermione. It's like there was an epidemic and everyone was ushered out but they forgot my room. Maybe I'm a zombie of some sort now. I leave the common room to see the last of the students going down the corridors. I manage to hop on one of the stairs that are moving. As I pace down, I start to see small crowds gathered around windows. I go to the bottom floor and find a large mass of students, even some teachers {though I reckon they were supposed to keep the students back but got distracted}.

I manage to squeeze through the crowd, and there before my eyes, was a huge ship. There may have been mist but you could see the enormous hull of the boat. It's big and brown, and looks like a ghost ship because of a few tears in the masts. There are about 7, 8 masts and two large lamps at the front of the ship. Even with all of these points, there's still a warm glow coming from the windows. I've heard of this ship before. It's that dark wizarding school mentioned in that book about Triwizard Tournaments.

It's Durmstrang.