[Silence of the Lambs]
Viktor was certain the stunned gasps that filled the hall when they walked in wasn't only due to him.
The man with the long beard, who even Viktor recognised as Albus Dumbledore, took a shocked step backwards.
"Harry Potter."
Oh, so they hadn't known then? This was bound to be amusing…
There was a scraping of chairs as several people rushed towards Harry, who didn't look the least bit phased by their actions despite Viktor knowing that Harry didn't enjoy being touched by other people.
He realised the reason for Harry's calm moments later, when the first person to reach him jumped back, holding his hands with a pained yelp.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't," Harry said quietly.
"Harry, my boy, you were supposed to attend Hogwarts."
Harry raised an eyebrow in a manner that Viktor had come to fear, taking several stalking steps forward, "There lies no familiarity between us, thus I find your 'my boy' highly inappropriate. And 'supposed to' by whose command? No such thing exists."
Viktor was tempted to take a few stumbling steps back, he would have if that wouldn't have led to him almost tripping in fear. He knew that tone of voice too well, he had been witness to the aftermath after one too many upper years forgot the power Harry held.
The man spluttered, "Your guardian, of course."
"They disowned me years ago."
"Your magical guardian!" Dumbledore said, finally. "I wished for you to come to Hogwarts. As did your parents."
"Indeed? I suppose you were the one that left me with the most magic-hating muggles I had ever had the fortune of meeting," Harry sneered. "You're lucky the Ministry didn't find out..."
For a moment, time stopped for Viktor. He had never heard of that!
The man that sat on the immediate left of the tallest chair paled rapidly, only to start looking around nervously.
The vindictive "Oops" echoed around the stunned hall, even as Harry's magic formed the Durmstrang emblem above their heads.
