This is the story of The Yule Ball, mostly in Krum's POV. all the chapters i have written so far are now up. please read and review!
I should note that I am taking some lines of this story directly from the fourth Harry Potter book, particularly Dumbledore's speech. It all belongs to J.K Rowling, I just enjoy playing around with it
I hope you enjoy this!
The Quidditch World Cup
After some quite long, grueling minutes of my team getting scored on again and again, I finally catch a glimpse of the snitch out of the corner of my eye. Making a swerving dive I catch the snitch, the Irish keeper Lynch is not too far behind me but is unable to catch up due to his injuries. We lost, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I find that my team isn't very pleased with me for ending the game with us losing; they are so thick to think that we could actually beat the Irish. We entered the Top Box before the Irish to greet the ministers of magic of Bulgaria, and England as England was hosting the match. We also met the commentator of the match, Ludo Bagman. There were other people in the box as well, the ones who were lucky enough to score tickets or get invites. I was just thinking about seeing a medic to fix my nose when I heard my teammate Volkov gasp and mutter something behind me. I turned to look at him.
"What is it?" I asked him in Bulgarian.
"Harry Potter" Volkov answered as he pointed a shaking finger to the group of redheads at the end of the box. I quickly spotted a skinny boy with black hair and the famous lightning-shaped scar amidst the redheads, but my eyes were drawn to the girl standing next to him. The girl had bushy brown hair and intelligent brown eyes; she is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid eyes on. I was pushed forward by Volkov as the Irish were ready to enter the box. As I walked past her and her friends I managed to catch her name.
"C'mon Harry, Hermione, we have to go" said a tall, lanky redhead. I exit the box, knowing full well that I will probably never see Hermione again.
Aboard the ship on the way to Hogwarts
Finally, I can see Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the distance as I steer the ship in the right direction. As we come closer I decide that I already like it better than Durmstrang. Durmstrang is like a prison, cold and strong, while Hogwarts is like a home, warm and comforting. There's a big group of students standing in front of the school, all wearing black robes and black pointy hats. I can hear the gasps as people recognize me and I suddenly just want to get out of there. I let Karkaroff lead me past the crowd and into the castle. It wasn't until I almost stepped through the door when I thought I saw it, a girl with very bushy brown hair, but I was ushered inside before I could get a proper look.
"Would you like some wine Viktor?" Karkaroff asked me, I shook my head at him, my mind still on the idea that Hermione possibly goes to this school. Not long after we entered did the Hogwarts students follow, filing past us into the Great Hall. Laughing and talking together, they all seemed so excited. I tried in vain to search for her but I had to give up and help my classmates figure out where we were going to sit. The Beauxbatons students walked right over to one of the tables in the middle. I caught the eye of Karkaroff who was already sitting at the head table with the other teachers, he slightly nodded his head to the left of the table that the Beauxbatons were seated at.
"Come on guys, let's sit over here." I said before leading the way over to the table where people were wearing green and silver ties. The moment I sat down a boy with blonde hair that he had sleeked back leaned towards me.
"Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy. You made the right choice, sitting at our table." Said the boy.
"It vasn't a choice" I answer bluntly.
"Well, then your headmaster has good taste, he's an old friend of my dad's, Lucius Malfoy." Said Draco.
"Yes Karkaroff said that ve had friends here." Answered Krum, glancing around the room trying to find the girl with bushy brown.
"Who are you looking for?" asked Malfoy.
"Tell me, is there a girl named Hermione attending school here?" asked Krum.
"Yes, why?" answered Malfoy, his tone containing bitterness.
"Because I saw her at the Vorld Cup and I would like to see her again, if it's the right Hermione that is. She was in the top box when I walked in." said Krum.
"That's Granger alright. You ought to stay away from her, she's a mudblood, as filthy as they come. Mudbloods and blood traitors fill the house of Gryffindor, contaminating it." Said Malfoy.
"Thank you for the information." Said Krum, soon after that the Hogwarts Headmaster got to his feet.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and – most particularly – guests." The man vas smiling at all of us, he seemed the exact opposite of Karkaroff. I listened as Albus Dumbledore continued.
"I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will both be comfortable and enjoyable." I knew it would for me and my classmates, the weather is so nice here but the Beauxbatons seem to think differently as one gives out a derisive laugh at Dumbledore's comment. Without seeming to hear her Dumbledore continued on.
"The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast. I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!" said Dumbledore before sitting back down. All at once the plates in front of us filled with food. The dinner is marvelous, whomever or whatever cooked this is very talented, all too soon dinner was over and Dumbledore stood up again. He introduced the people who organized the tournament, I recognize Ludo Bagman from the World Cup match. Then he went over the rules of the tournament and finally revealed the Triwizard Cup. Almost immediately after Dumbledore dismissed everybody to bed did Karkaroff come walking up the side of the table.
"Back to the ship, then. Viktor, how are you feeling? Did you get enough to eat?" asked Karkaroff as he lead us towards the exit of the hall.
"Yes, thank you sir." I said a we reached the doors at the same time as three Hogwarts students, who stopped to let us pass.
"Thank you" said Karkaroff carelessly before glancing at the boy in the middle of the three and stopping. While Karkaroff and my classmates eyes went to the scar on his forehead, mine were once again fixed on the girl next to him. She was staring at the interaction between Karkaroff and the one legged man with interest
"Yes that's Potter, and unless you have anything you want to say to him, I suggest you get a move on because you're blocking the exit." Said a man with a wooden leg and crazy eye, something about this man startled Karkaroff and he quickly moved on, we all followed dutifully. Tired after our long journey and the feast,, we shuffled our feet all the way across the grounds to the Great Lake. I went straight to bed, thinking of how I might officially meet Hermione Granger.