The fourth chapter! Enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!

This time my dream was fast.

I was in a kaleidoscope of memories that were fading in and out. Some were foggy while others I could remember vividly happening back in my days at Hogwarts. Books were clouding my vision and suddenly a crystal clear memory appeared. I was in the Hogwart's library and Viktor Krum was sitting a few bookcases from me. I had caught his eye after he was peering at me over a book, which I realized was upside down. He quickly shielded his face in the cover of the book. I turned away from him, slightly red.

Another memory flashed by. There we were, in the library, laughing, moments after he had asked me to the Yule Ball and I had said "yes". I could see his relief swelling in his eyes. And then all at once the joy ceased and was replaced by chills.

I was reliving an icy memory as I could feel Viktor's grasp as he pulled me from the cold, soaking waters of the lake. His warming arms around me as I regained consciousness and he wrapped a towel around me, to keep me warm. I felt myself smile as he said my name with his accent that no girl could ever forget.

Ron's voice filled up my dream. I saw his hazy outline, and looked down and saw that I was wearing my Yule Ball, periwinkle-blue dress. I heard him jeering, "Viktor? Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?" I felt my anger bubbling up inside and before I could respond I was taken to another memory.

I was writing a letter to Viktor, sourly ignoring Ron's rude remarks about me corresponding with him. The letter was indeed quite long, if I could only find a quieter place to finish it. I looked up into Ron's eyes and suddenly my own eyes shot open, and my dreams faded away into haziness. I was awake.

My eyes were staring up at the ceiling of my parent's beach house. My head felt somewhat better and I could still hear Ron's voice in my mind and my anger was so vivid, I felt like I was still dreaming.

As I came to my senses, I had no second's worth of hesitation. I hastily jumped up from a couch that I was apparently sleeping on. I was still in the same house, same place, same everything, except for him standing there.

Viktor Krum was beside the couch, hands in his pockets, looking quite different from the way I remembered him. He was in normal muggle clothes, and looked very buff and strong. My mind reeled, thinking I was still in a dream state. He stepped away from the couch and looked into my face clearly waiting for me to speak.

I didn't know what to say. So many questions were surfacing.

"Viktor?" I abruptly started, "What are you doing here? W-what is going on?" I pushed my hands into my pockets, feeling around for my wand. My pockets were empty, so I then occupied my hands by reaching up for the bump on my head, awaiting an answer.

"I'm very sorry about vat happened to your head," He still had that same Bulgarian accent, while motioning toward the fist sized bump that had accumulated to an even bigger size over the hours. "You ver there, and I had no choice…" his voice wandered.

"So you're the one who hit me?"

"Yes."

It didn't make any sense at all.

"Why?"

"I vill explain later…"

"Did you follow me here?" I was getting anxious, and I could feel my voice rising as I continued, "Have you seen my parents?"

I assured myself he couldn't have done something to them. From what I remembered of him, he was nice and friendly, kind, and somewhat shy.

But what is he doing here…?

"Herm-own-ninny," Viktor's attempt at saying my name brought back memories, which I unhappily pushed to the back of my mind. "It's a long, long story," he said, as his eyes revealed hours of grief and sorrow. I was afraid of what he would say next, "And I know you deserve the truth."

He was silent.

"What's going on? Viktor what's wrong… what happened?" I was still in shock at seeing my old friend; in the last place I thought I would see him.

He reluctantly started again, "You see, I made a mistake, and it, vell, it was just so sudden." He plunged down onto the couch, touching his hand to his forehead, clearly agitated. "You had gone away with your friends, and I was called here," he said motioning with his hands, at the surroundings. "I vas supposed to check in, you know, it vos supposed to be easy."

"You were 'called here'? Wait, like to check on my parents?" I didn't understand. He must have just come here by accident. Perhaps a freaky coincidence?

I looked around peering into open doors as I kept Viktor in the corner of my eye, still too confused enough to trust him.

He replied, "I uh, er, vell… alright. You know how you modified your parents' minds, making them come here and all." He didn't mean it as a question, "I here came to watch them, and just make sure their lives were going.. uh, smoothly. It vas quite simple, really. And then one day, they were just… gone."

"What? I stopped looking into rooms and now fully put all my attention on the person standing in front of me. "Who told you to come? No one was supposed to kno-, wait, my p-parents... missing? What…?" I was even more confused. "And you realized this when? How long have you been watching them? Why have you been watching them? They are," I hesitated, "Well, were fully capable of watching over themselves. I never asked you to baby-sit them…" I was talking so fast I inhaled a quick breath of air. I was angry, anxious, and worried. Worried for my parent's sake. I put my hand back into my pocket, "Where is my wand? I said, demanding, "I need it. I'm leaving to find them. Give it to me." I added when I realized he had no intentions of giving me back my wand.

Viktor just stared blankly at me and said, "If I give it back, you'll jinx me to so many levels I'll never be able to help you."

"What, of course I won't jinx you! What are you talking about? I have no intention of hurting you. You…why would you help me?"

"Because, you'll need it," and he pointed at the last door I still hadn't checked.

"The door? But my parent's aren't here. I shouldn't waste more time. You know, maybe… they are on a walk…. Or, or, they are traveling across Australia… to.. to…. find…"

"I know you don't really believe that Herm-own-ninny." And once again his gaze landed upon the last door. The one I originally was going to open, before I blacked out.

"I need more answers before you can tell me go do things! Where. Are. They?"

"Some, not all, but some of your questions will be answered through that doorway." I questionably looked at him, and went over to the door. I turned the knob, glanced at Viktor, who had gotten up from the couch and was coming over, and opened it.

"Vik-t-tor… What is this?" I peered into the room, and I took in a breath.

I walked fully in, taking in everything. The walls were plastered with newspapers, my parents' faces clearly shown on the front pages on many of The Australian Times newspapers.

I gasped as I saw the word, MISSING, in bold print on almost every newspaper.

I was surrounded by my parent's smiles. Some papers of the same date were in piles on tables. Others were taped to the walls. All the pictures were still, as they are in the Muggle world. I was afraid to read the articles. Afraid of what I might find. I turned toward Viktor who gave me a nod, as if to give me permission to read them. My heart pounded in confusion as picked up an article that was laying on a table in front of me. I looked closely and saw a picture of my parents hand in hand walking along a beach. With the word, Missing! clearly labeled as the headline. There was a short caption below the photo.

The Missing Persons Association announced Wendell and Monica Wilkins, of Australia, missing as of last week. The couple's whereabouts are unknown. Their beach house, on the Western Coast of Australia, is currently uninhabited, and police are taking over the investigation.

I couldn't take my eyes away from all the other newspapers filled with articles about my missing parents. I don't know how long I was in that room, reading article after article. My hopes dropping as I read more and more on the story.

Search investigators have asked that all keep their eyes open for Monica and Wendell Wilkins, the missing couple. A search team was hired by close friends of the couple, Adam and Jaclyn Evans, who both gave the police and search team their statements of last seeing the Wilkins. Currently the search is at a halt. Friends ask for prayers.

As I finished yet another article I turned to Viktor, who was waiting patiently in the doorway. My voice cracked, "Do you think they're… dead?"

"I-I do not haff enough- I don't know enough to tell you for certain-"

"This is terrible." I sat down on the bed. Staring down at my hands. "This wasn't supposed to h-happen. They were supposed to b-be saf-fe." I felt my eyes watering. I could hear Viktor shift from the doorframe and felt him sit next to me.

It was all happening too fast. I needed my parents. And now they're missing. Viktor's voice came from my left.

"Vell, you know, those people, vat they call 'searchers', they are only muggles. Of course they haven't found your parents. But we," Viktor's hands pointed toward himself and me, "we are vizards. Unstoppable vizards. And ve vill look for your mum and dad. He gave me a sincere, warming smile. "There is still hope, you know."

I wiped my face, and let out a feeble laugh.

The words Don't loose hope flashed across my mind as I vividly remembered that day, so long ago, when I modified my parent's memories. I was in my room and a tear fell down upon my wand. The words rose from the tip of my wand, Don't loose hope.

I looked up into the newspaper faces of my mum and dad and promised them and myself that I certainly wasn't going to loose hope.

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