A/nThispicksupdirectlywherethelastchapterleftoffsoyoumightwanttorefreshyourself. Also, I'mterriblewithaccents, sojustpretendthattheyarethere. Andassumethey'respeakingBulgarianwhereit'sappropriate.

After a small beat, I blinked, placing where I had seen them before. "Were you the kids that put on that play earlier?" I asked curiously, cursing my accent mentally.

Hermione nodded, looking amused for some reason while the others looked surprised. "You came and watched?" she asked. I nodded curtly. "Are you using polyjuice or a glamour?" came her next question as she surveyed me critically.

I tapped my nose and allowed it to grow slightly before it shrank back to where it was before. "Metamorphmagus," I informed them, smirking as the boys gaped while the girls looked mildly impressed. Ginny and Hermione rolled their eyes and smacked all the three boys on the head when they didn't compose themselves. I snickered.

"So how old are you then?" Draco asked after he recovered.

"17 years old," I stated in amusement as their jaws dropped. "Viktor's my best erm... mate is the slang, right?" I asked, getting sidetracked, not wanting to make a faux pas, since I don't know English as well as I could.

After a few minutes more of chatting, it was time for me to rejoin the team for a second place picture. I grumbled under my breath as I bid good-bye to my new friends. I paused for a moment. "Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Draco Black, and Hermione Granger-Lupin, right?" I confirmed. They nodded, looking somewhat confused. "Great," I grinned. "I'll owl you."

I waved casually with my left hand as I left. I suppressed a hiss of pain. I had forgotten about the injury to my arm and ribs. Not good.

As we left for the tents, carrying our brooms, I got into an argument with my teammates about my tactics. Apparently they were terrible, but without them, the Irish would have scored a lot more than they did. After a sharp word from the coach, we fell silent. I was silently fuming, since the coach had turned and glared at me, apparently agreeing with his team over me.

Forgoing the dinner, I went straight to the tent and collapsed onto the bed. It's hard for me to hold Volkov's form, and playing quidditch on top of that just made it worse. I closed my eyes and was asleep in seconds.

I was only asleep for what felt like seconds before shouting roused me. I yawned and turned over, clutching my blanket to me. The yells got louder and became interspersed with yelps. I sat straight up and dove out of my bed and tent in one smooth move.

I stared at the sight in front of me. I then dove right into the middle of them. "OY, BREAK IT UP!" I yelled as I dodged and kicked the team, attempted to drag my best friend from underneath them.

Instead, the keeper joined in and I ended up curled up around my best friend. I winced time and time again, but then everyone became distracted. There were screams and explosions in the distance. Suddenly they started yelling at each other.

"Let's get out of here!"

"Yeah, and leave us," I grumbled. I uncurled from my position. I sighed as I looked down at Viktor. He was unconscious, but breathing. And it looked like he'd been knocked out for a while.

I waved my arm and collected all of his stuff and my stuff before grabbing my broom. I shrunk everything quickly before clambering onto my broom and pulling him up in front of me with my uninjured arm. "This is gonna hurt," I muttered to myself as I cast a glamour on him and changed my appearance.

We flew to the portkey checkpoint where I paid for a special made one to my house, since we are injured and "want our own healers to take care of it." British wizards are idiots.

I laid Viktor on the couch before unshrinking my stuff. I sat down on a chair. "Mother, Father, I'm home!" I called. I removed Viktor's glamor and put up my normal appearance. Then I collapsed into sleep, cradling my left side.

I rolled over, clutching a blanket. Huh? When did I...? I opened my eyes. Yep, I was definitely in my own bed in my own room. I tested my arm. Ah... much better. I sat up and stretched, hearing my muscles pop.

I yawned and changed into some different clothes before wandering down to find something to eat.

Viktor was sitting at the kitchen table. "Hello, Nik. Thank you," he stated gruffly. And that was that.

After a few minutes of eating in silence, he broke it. "How did you even get here anyways? Your mother told me that your left side was badly broken up in multiple places."

I shrugged. "I have no idea," I answered honestly. "Adrenaline, I guess."

"Oh, by the way, we both got letters from Durmstrang this morning. There's been a change of plans in our curriculum. After two months, we're going to Hogwarts for some competition or other and we'll stay there the rest of the year."

"Oh well, at least it won't be dull."

Viktor chuckled. "True. But you're not me."

I smirked at him. He's going to have to go through adoring fans all over again now. Ha.

After Viktor left to prepare (mentally) for the trip and competition, I retreated to my room. I pulled out a parchment and quickly penned a query to Draco Black about what had happened. My parents and Viktor had absolutely no idea about what happened at the World Cup.