A/N First Published FanFic... I am open to CONSTRUCTIVE critism, but I don't do this for a living, so please be kind!
If you don't know what constructive critism is, please look it up. Being told that something is painfully bad doesn't make a person feel very good.
Time Frame: Goblet of Fire
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling... I do not own any of her characters, plot, etc. Anything you don't recognize, however, is from my imagination... (That includes Elisaveta, Katerina, Chavdar, and friends, as well as the basic plot and Borislava)
For Reference: Italics equals English
Warning: I have slightly changed the plot of GOF... nothing major really changes, though!
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Recap: We all filled our plates and finished quickly, waiting for the tables to be cleared so we could find out who the Champions were.
Soon enough (but forever to us students), Hogwarts' headmaster, Dumbledore, stood up, and any talking ceased immediately. We all turned to him, ready to hear what he was going to say.
"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision. I estimate that it requires one more minute." he told us. He proceeded to give us instructions for where the champions were to go. Dumbledore then put our most of the candles, making the primary source of lights in the huge hall the goblet. Many students were entranced, others impatient.
"Any second..." I heard a boy named Lee say anxiously.
Just then, the goblet's bright bluish white flames turned a violent shade of red. Sparks flew from it, and a piece of parchment few out of it and into the old man's hand.
"The champion for Durmstrang and Borislava," I held my breath as he continued, "will be Viktor Krum."
My mouth dropped open as the hall erupted in applause. I wasn't surprised, really, but I felt a strange pang in my heart that I realized was worry. Glancing up, I saw Viktor scan the crowd and stop at me for a moment, a pleased expression turning into something unreadable. In the back of my mind I heard Ron say "No surprises there!" and "Headmaster" Karkaroff say "Bravo, Viktor, Knew you had it in you!" but all I saw was the boy focused on me. He looked at me for one more moment before being ushered out of the hall, a look of worry on his face.
I didn't really pay attention for the next champions, Fleur Delacour and Cedric Diggory. Though it was impolite, all I could think about was Viktor. I realized that I, Elisaveta Petya, was truly and completely worried for Viktor. I didn't want him to be harmed. I tried to brush it off as wanting him to win, but I realized that he had become important to me. It was then that I vowed to help him win, whatever it took. After all, even though I wasn't one of the champions, I still wanted our delegation to do well.
I was still in shock as Dumbledore started to wrap up the ceremony. It was then that the goblet turned red for a fourth time, spitting out another piece of parchment. Great Hall silent, he stared at the parchment for a minute before reading the name upon it.
Clearing his throat, he read the name upon it.
"Harry Potter"
The whole hall turned to look at him as he sat in shock. I groaned. 'Honestly?' I thought. 'Do these people honestly think he chose to do this? He's way to young!'
He eventually made his way out of the hall and the rest of us were dismissed.
Making our way into the entrance way, Katy pulled me aside.
"Elly, are you alright?" she asked, concern written on her face.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I told her, part of my mind still several minutes back.
"What's going on? Ever since Viktor got chosen, it's like you went into shock or something. And don't lie, Elisaveta. I can tell when you are." she told me.
"Fine, you want the truth? I'm worried. For him. I don't know why, or how it happened, but I'm worried for him. So I've decided I'm going to help him any way I can. But please don't tell anyone. I want it to come out only when it needs to." I told her.
"Alright, you have my word." she promised, satisfied by my explanation.
Looking over, I saw Viktor standing a few feet away.
"Viktor!" I said. "Congratulations."
"Yeah, thanks." he said, rather nonchalantly.
Wondering what put him in his strange mood, we went back to the ship for some sleep. Glancing at him on the way to the lake, all I noticed was his fierce silence and the look of anger on his face. Worried, I climbed into my bunk and fell asleep, my dreams plagued with images of Viktor's angry face.
Meanwhile, backing up an hour or so, we go to Viktor's POV
Eventually, the Hogwarts headmaster, Dumbledore, stood up, and everyone fell silent. We all turned to him, ready to hear what he was going to say.
"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision. I estimate that it requires one more minute." he told us. He told us what to do if we were selected as champions. He then put out most of the candles, making the primary source of lighting the bright blue-white goblet.
Finally, after what seemed like forever but was actually just a few moments, the first parchment flew out of the goblet, surrounded by red flame.
"The champion for Durmstrang and Borislava," Dumbledore said, "will be Viktor Krum."
Smiling, I stood up, searching the sea of faces for Elly. Finding her, she looked up. I saw an upset look on her face, and wondered if she was mad that I was champion instead of her. Attempting a silent apology, I glanced at her for a moment more before I was being pushed out of the hall and into a side chamber, barely noticing the cheering of the crowd or the congratulations of my headmaster.
Seeing a fireplace, I went and stood by it, staring in the flames as the other two champions arrived. While we were waiting for the tournament officials, I pondered why Elisaveta would be upset, besides the obvious. It was then that the French girl, Fleur, interrupted my thoughts.
"What is it?" she asked someone. "Do zey want us back in ze hall?"
I then heard another set of footsteps, and a deep voice said, "Gentlemen, lady, may I introduce, incredible though it may seem, the fourth Triwizard champion?"
It was now that I turned and saw none other than the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, standing there. I scowled. 'Surely I heard Elly right,' I told myself. 'And I could swear she said that the raven-haired friend of hers was only 14.'
Contemplating some more, I ignored the heated arguments between the headmasters and headmistresses. One person did stand out though. I heard Borislava's headmistress saying, "Well surely if Hogwarts can haff two champions, one of my girls such as Elisaveta should be allowed to compete!"
I grimaced at that. Glaring at her, I thought about how much it would hurt to have her harmed in this tournament. Secretly I hoped that she would not be allowed to compete, just for her safety.
Eventually, the teachers got over their argument and proceeded to tell us the rules of the tournament and how it would work. We soon left the little room, entering the entrance hall. As I exited, I noticed Elly and Katerina were having a discussion. I didn't want to eavesdrop, but I wanted to hear what they were saying.
Elisaveta was speaking. "Fine, you want the truth? I'm worried. For him. I don't know why, or how it happened, but I'm worried for him. So I've decided I'm going to help him any way I can. But please don't tell anyone. I want it to come out only when it needs to." I frowned.
'Who is she... oh! She's concerned about the stupid little boy who ended up in our tournament.' I thought angrily. I was planning on talking to her when I had left the little room, but I abruptly changed my mind. She said she was going to help him! He wasn't even from our school!
"Alright, you have my word." Katerina told her.
Looking over, Elisaveta saw me standing a few feet away and her facial expression instantly turned happy.
"Viktor!" she said, "Congratulations."
"Yeah, thanks." I told her half-heartedly. I was mad... and jealous. Yes, jealous. Jealous that the young prodigy could get the attention and affection of a girl that I had just recently gotten to relax around me. We had finally started to get along when she decided to help him for some unknown reason.
Walking back to the ship, I refused to talk to her, anger and jealousy becoming a fire that raged through my head. Stomping onto the ship, I got one final glance at her, and saw what looked like a hurt and confused face. Passing it off as an act, I went to bed, falling into a dark empty sleep.
A/N: Longest chapter yet!
Sounds like Viktor is a little jealous... and assumes the wrong things at the wrong time!
(Remember who Elisaveta was really talking about...)
Hope you liked Viktor's POV again...
I'll keep doing it if you guys keep liking it! :)
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