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I'd gotten next to no sleep that night and woke to my mother bustling around my room packing a trunk for me. I rubbed my eyes and stretched, "Mother, I can do that."

"It's the least I can do, you'll forget everything important," she didn't stop moving around the room.

"Do you really want me to go to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, I think it is for the best you attend a school other than Durmstrang. I recommended the school I attended, but you wouldn't last a day at Boubaxton. The only other great school for you to attend is Hogwarts."

Great, so Hogwarts is like a last resort option for me… This is going to suck so badly. I went downstairs to grab my broom, but Father stopped me, "We're leaving soon so I suggest you get ready instead."

"Fine."

I took the longest shower I could until Mother turned the water ice cold to get me out and I purposely ignored the outfit she put out for me. Instead I put on a Bulgarian Quidditch shirt that was rather tight, jeans, boots, and my father's old Durmstrang cloak he wore to the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I thought it ironic I wear it to my meeting at Hogwarts.

"Really?" my mother looked me over from the fireplace next to my trunk.

"Yes, really. I'm going to at least dress the way I like since it's the only thing I can control."

"Everyone ready? We're stopping at our hotel room in the Leaky Cauldron first to drop everything off then apparating to Hogwarts," Father stated to no one in particular.

I grabbed a hand full of Floo Powder and stepped into the fireplace, "The Leaky Cauldron!"

Once I was there I brushed off the little soot I had on me and waited impatiently for my parents. My father checked us in and brought the trunks up himself while Mother and I waited in the pub area. To apparate I grabbed my father's arm and resisted the urge to vomit when I felt the unpleasant pulling feeling at my stomach.

When we landed in a warm room it took me a moment to get my equilibrium again. Once I was composed I saw an older witch standing behind a desk, "Mr. Krum it has been a long time since I have seen you."

"How are you Professor McGonagall?"

"Very well, yourself?"

"I am good too," Father's English was always a bit shaky.

"I take it this is your wife Aleksandra and daughter Emiliya?"

"Yes."

I offered my hand to Professor McGonagall, "Hello, I am Emiliya Krum."

"Pleased to meet you Miss Krum. I do believe we have a few things to sort out today. Mr. and Mrs. Krum you can go with Professor Lupin on a tour of the school while I talk with Emiliya."

There was a very young and handsome man in the doorway to escort them around. Before they left he introduced himself, "I'm Professor Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Can't wait to see what you're made of in September."

It should not be legal to have professors that attractive… I was pulled out of my thoughts of a very dreamy young man by Professor McGonagall saying, "So, Miss Krum there are a few things we do not tolerate at Hogwarts and the Dark Arts are one of them."

"Fine by me, I was never good at them anyway. My magic has a personal vendetta against it I think. It would never cooperate at Durmstrang, that's why my grades are so awful."

"You also have to keep your grades up in order to play Quidditch."

"Got it."

"As long as they stay average I will let you continue to play. I'm no fool, I know your goal is to play professionally and Professor Lupin has informed me you aren't far from that goal so by no means do I wish to stop you from achieving that dream. We do not play dirty games here nor do we purposely put other players in the hospital wing so you are going to have to play cleanly your time here or we will have a problem, understand?"

"Yes ma'am. So you assume I will be on a team here?"

"I have no doubt you will be Miss Krum, though you will not be a captain as all of the spots are already filled. Now, on another matter, I believe we should do your sorting here and now instead of waiting for the first day along with the first years."

She got up and walked over to an old hat. I smiled at her, "Thank you, that would be embarrassing doing it alongside first years."

"Now when I place the Sorting Hat upon your head it will determine which house you will be placed in: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin," she said as she placed the hat on my head.

It spoke in my head, Ah, you are transferring from Durmstrag… One would think Slytherin would be a perfect fit, but not in your case, you are far from that. Hmmm, Ravenclaw will not do, you don't terribly care for knowledge all around. Possibly Hufflepuff, you have a kind heart, you would do very well there… But you have incredible determination and bravery on the pitch, so I would say… "Gryffindor!"

She removed the hat and congratulated me and then left me alone to go find my parents. I sat quietly looking around the room scared to touch anything. There was complete order in the way it was decorated and I was nervous breathing would mess something up. Thankfully I wasn't alone for long and my parents and I were off to our hotel room again.

Later that night my mother was asleep and I took my chance to ask my father a very important question, "What's going to happen with Quidditch?"

"You are going to play for Gryffindor."

"That's not what I mean… With the Bulgarian team?"

"Scouts will be randomly attending practices and matches to make sure you are on still improving and will still be an asset to the team. And I wouldn't be surprised if they ask you to come practice with the team over Christmas Holiday."

"Okay good, I was scared transferring would jeopardize my chances of making the team…"

"Emiliya, you're one of the best in the history of Quidditch, they would be fools to let that change their minds. You're Bulgarian, therefore they believe they get first dibs on you and I know you would choose them in a heartbeat. You have nothing to worry about."

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