A/N I decided to change Viktor Krum a bit in my story. You know, make him a bit more talkative and i must say I prefer him better this way. Just incase you where wondering.

Disclaimer: Nope, still didn't invent HP etc

Chapter 11

"The champion for Durmstrang is" Dumbledor paused reading the name. "Viktor Krum."

The hall thundered with applause ass Viktor stood up smiling, and walked towards the side chamber. Vamperla cheered excitedly as her cousin disappeared from view.

"The champion for Beuxabatons…Fleur Delacour."

Beside her, Ron clapped loudly, a dazed look in his eyes as Fleur gracefully rose from the Hufflepuff table and swept past Dumbledor into the room.

"And the final champion, from Hogwarts is… Cedric Diggory."

Screams erupted from the Hufflepuff table as Cedric rose happily receiving pats on the back as he walked towards Dumbledor. Once Cedric had left the room, Dumbledor raised his hands for silence.

"Excellent!" he beamed, "we now have our three champions, I am sure I can-"

He stopped suddenly as the fire in the goblet turned red and spat out a thin piece of torn parchment. Dumbledor instinctly grabbed it, his eyes skimming over the writing on the parchment. Slowly his eyes rose towards the Gryffindor table.

"Harry Potter." he said loudly, his eyes bouring into the rigid figure beside Vamperla.

As Professor McGonagall stepped up to talk to Dumbledor, Vamperla turned to Harry in disbelief. "Harry?" she whispered.

Harry turned around to face her, his eyes wide. "I didn't –I –"

"Harry Potter!" called Dumbledor again.

Harry stood still. Vamperla gave him a gentle push and gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile.

"Go on Harry" she said quietly.

Harry tore his eyes away from his friends and stumbled into the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff table.

"How could he?" said a voice beside her.

Vamperla turned to see Ron watching Harry, with a look of…anger? on his face.

The hall suddenly erupted with commotion as some of the teachers disappeared after Harry.

Vamperla had never seen such a strong mix emotions in one place before. Excitement, anger, disbelief, disappointment, sadness and jealousy. The remaining teachers managed to regain some order over the students and sent them all off to bed. On the way back to the common room, Vamperla, Ron and Hermione walked in silence unsure of what to say, while the rest of Gryffindor talked happily.

Once they had entered the common room, Ron turned to go to bed, ignoring the excitement around.

"Ron…" called Vamperla after him, but Ron either didn't hear or didn't want to as he climbed up to his dorm.

xxxxxxx

The next day, was awkward. Ron wasn't speaking to Harry, and Harry had given up trying to talk to Ron and ignoring him, leaving Vamperla and Hermione stuck in the middle.

"What are we going to do?" sighed Vamperla looking at the two boys, who less than 24 hours ago had been best friends.

"I don't know, But look, you go catch up with Krum, and I'll try talking to them, but there's only so much one can do, the rest is up to them." said Hermione.

"Ahhh, this is horrible," said Vamperla clutching her hair. Hermione stared ate her friend worryingly.

"Just go and enjoy sometime with Krum and forget about these two jerks for a while."

Vamperla stared at her unsure.

"Go on," said Hermione giving her a push.

Vamperla left reluctantly to go find Krum.

Viktor was waiting for her on the edge of the lake, a small parcel in his hand.

"Hey," she said softly, giving him a hug.

He smiled back at her, but his eyes showed concern.

"Are you okay? You seem a little…tense," he asked staring at her intently as they started to walk around the lake.

"I–I'm fine" she muttered staring at the grass. Viktor shook his head, not believing her. "Sorry, I asked the vong question. Vot I mean is: "Vot is vong?"

Vamperla stopped and looked up at her cousin.

"You really want to know?"

"Of course," said Viktor.

"Well, I-" Vamperla took a deep breath. "It's just. You know hoe Harry Potter got chosen for the tournament?" Viktor nodded, "Well he's like, one of my best friends, and then one of my other best friends isn't speaking to him, so there's this whole tension thing going on, and I have no idea what to do, and then there's this whole thing with my parents, and-" Vamperla wiped her eyes, "then there's this boy and I don't… Argh, my life is a complete mess!" she said, her hands over her face, as tears through the gaps in her fingers.

Viktor stepped forward and pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapped protectively around her while Vamperla sobbed into his chest.

After a while Vamperla pulled away and wiped her face. Her cousin stared down at her in concern.

"Come on, lets go sit down," he said wrapping an arm around her, and leading her to a bench on the edge of the lake. Once they were seated, Viktor handed Vamperla the parcel he had been holding.

She opened the brown paper bag and sighed as she pulled out some carefully wrapped baking.

"I haven't had Bulgarian baking in nearly a year!" she said giving a small smile, "thankyou so much." She reached into the bag again and pulled out a small tattered book.

"I found it in the attic, don't know vhy it vos there though," he said as she carefully opened it at a random page. Her eyebrows rose as she realised it was a diary.

"Whose..?"

"Check the front" Viktor offered.

Vamperla cautiously turned back the pages trying not to ruin the book. She scanned the page, narrowing her eyes as she tried to decrypt some of the faded Bulgarian letters, until she found a name.

"Cruor-Lamia Tormen," she said slowly. "Wait, Tormen, that's my mother's maiden name, and looking at the dates on this, he could be my great-grandfather! But why did you have it at your house. You come from my father's side of the family."

"I don't know, that's vhy I thought to give it to you."

"Well thanks anyway," she said, placing the diary back in the bag and picking up the baking and bit into the sweet bread.

"Okay, vell let's start with the problem vit your friends. In my opinion, I think you shouldn't take sides; if their friendship really matters to them, then they vill sort out their problems themselves.

And then there is the issue of your parents. Vot happened ven you left Bulgaria?"

"Well um, I came to Hogwarts, and I didn't see them till the Quidditch world cup this summer."

"Who are you staying vit at the moment?"

"Professor Dumbledor jacked me up with some foster parents."

"Do you like them?"

"They're… alright."

"They don't hurt you do they?!"

"No, I –they're good people."

Viktor stared at Vamperla, his eyes bouring into her.

"They are." she said.

"Alright, I believe you." he paused for a second, studying her. "I think you should try to forget about your parents for now."

"But they… They're death eaters. They're horrible people."

"I know Vamperla, they have always been like that. Practically our whole family is. In a vay, I think that it's lucky that your parents left you ven they did, because if you had lived vit them for most of your life, some of their 'characteristics' might have rubbed off on you."

Vamperla looked at her cousin. "Are you always so intelligent?'

"Only for my little cousin," he smiled, messing up her fondly. "And so, the boy. Vot is up vit him?"

"I –I don't know."

"You don't know?"
"No, I. I don't know what to think of him."

"Vell maybe you should just vait and see, vot happens, and then once you get to know him better, then you can decide 'vot to think of him.' Sound good?"

"Yeah."

"So, is that all? Anything else I can help you vit? Anything else you vant to spill out?"

"No, I think that's all…Thanks."

"It's no problem, I'm just happy to see you." Viktor said standing up.

They slowly made their way back to the castle.

"Thanks again," said Vamperla hugging him.

"It's okay. You going to be okay now?"

"Yeah, I should be fine." she said giving him a small smile.

"Well I'll seeya later."

"Yeah, bye Viktor," said Vamperla giving him one last hug before heading towards the staircase.

When she got back to her room, she opened the paper bag and peered in at the old diary.

Sighing, she rolled up the top of the bag and placed it at the bottom of her trunk, not yet feeling completely ready to know about her past just yet.

xxxxxxx

When Vamperla entered the common room a few days later, she noticed Ron siting by himself, looking uncomfortable.

"Hey Ron, you all right?" she said happily, plonking herself down on the chair beside him.

"Well, I'm alright, but…"

"But what?"
"But, um." Ron glanced around the room, then leaned over to Vamperla and said in a low voice: "The first task is dragons."

"Dragons?!" said Vamperla loudly, making Ron look around nervously.

"Shhh, keep it down," he muttered.

"Sorry, I mean 'Dragons?'" she whispered.

Ron nodded.

"Well… why are we whispering?"
"Coz I'm not supposed too know, but I found out from my brother Charlie, coz he helped bring the dragons over."

"Right…" said Vamperla, forgetting to whisper. "Well are you going to tell Harry?"

"No!" said Ron, looking taken aback. "He's the one who put his name in."

Vamperla shook her head. "So you're going to just sit back and let him get slaughtered then?"

"What? No!" said Ron uncomfortably.

"So…"

"Fine. You tell him," muttered Ron.

"Okay –"

"But don't say I told you."

"Ooookay." said Vamperla standing up. "I'll go find him now.

xxxxxxx

"Dragons!" squeaked Hermione ten minutes later, getting evil looks from Madame Pince. Beside her, Harry looked rather pale.

"Let's go outside," suggested Vamperla, sensing that they would probably be kicked out of the library soon anyway. They walked in silence to the lake where Hermione shakily sat down.

"Okay. Harry, we'll figure something out," she said franticly. "We just need to um, we'll um –"

"How did you find out?" asked Harry hoarsely.

"I over herd Professor Moody and Hagrid talking" said Vamperla, grateful hat she had previously thought of the answer.

"Great… Dragons. How the hell am I met to defeat a dragon?"

Vamperla looked between Harry and Hermione, a slightly confused look on her face. "What's the big deal?" she said, interrupting their frantic conversation. Both of them looked at her in surprise.

"What's the –Are we talking abut the same thing" asked Hermione.

"Ah, Dragons?"

"And you don't see what the big deal is about them? Said Harry in disbelief.

"Well they're only dragons –"

"Only dra –" Hermione took a shuddering breath. "What do you mean ' only dragons'? Where on earth are you from?!"

"Well, Bulgaria –"

"Yes, we knee that, but how can you think that dragons aren't a big deal," said Hermione sounding exasperated. "You sound as though you've beaten one like it's as easy as throwing a ball."

"I Have –"

"Well –Wait, what?" said Hermione staring at her.

"I said I have"

"Have what?"

"Have beaten a dragon. Quite a few actually. We were taught at Negru Vada, how to tame and take control of dragons."

"You –you were?" said Harry hopefully.

"Yeah, I mean, it's pretty easy, once you know the spell and the wand work."
"Can you show me?" asked Harry.

Vamperla stared at him. Was that a rhetorical question?" she asked smiling.

"Um…"

"Come on," said Vamperla standing up and stretching.

"Let's go have some lunch and we can figure out what your main talent is.

"Er main talent?" said Harry coming up to walk beside her.

"Yeah, it'll be pretty difficult for you to defeat a dragon, and steal one of her eggs with inly one spell."

"Who said anything about stealing any eggs."

"Didn't I tell you? You have to retrieve a golden egg from a dragon mother, so you might need some other skill coz dragons mothers are extremely fierce and aggressive," said Vamperla happily.

"Great, well that makes me feel loads better." gulped Harry as they turned into the great hall.

"So Harry," said Vamperla after a few bites of food, "talents. What are your talents."

Harry stared blankly at his plate. "Um."

"Come on Harry, think. What are you good at?"

"Not much."

Vamperla groaned. "Please don't make me spell it out for you. Come on Harry, think. What. Are. You. Good. At."
"Well…" Harry paused. "There's quidditch, but –"

"Exactly!" Said Vamperla happily. "Finally we're getting somewhere."

"But hoe can quidditch help me?"

"Well the spell I'm going to teach you is only a simple one, the spells that let you have complete control over a dragon take a lot longer to learn and frankly, we don't have the time. So the simple spell can only help you for a short amount of time. In that time, you have to be able to quickly retrieve the egg before the spell wears off." said Vamperla, almost business-like.

"And how long are we looking at exactly?"

"Around ten to fifteen seconds. But don't worry. Said Vamperla seeing the look on Harry's face. "With your flying skills and the firebolt, that will be more than enough time."