Second chapter! Viktor gets a letter from Dumbledore, his parents are suspicious, and weird things start to happen.

Disclaimer: I still don't own him *tear*
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The rain finally eased up, so I spent the rest of the week at Quidditch

practice. Hermione hadn't responded to my last letter yet, but I was to

busy to have time to think about it much. Finally, on Friday night, a letter

came, but it wasn't from Hermione. I was in my room, having just gotten

out of the shower after a particularly muddy practice, when I heard my

mother calling for me to come downstairs. I pulled on some clothes and

headed down to where she and my Father were sitting in the parlor. I

smiled as I walked in, but stopped at the sight of them. They were sitting

on the couch, and laying on the mahogany coffee table in front of them

was an official-looking piece of parchment. On their faces they wore a

look of dead seriousness. I was alarmed, to say the least.

What's wrong? I asked in a voice full of concern. Father spoke first.

Sit down, Viktor, he said, gesturing to a chair on the other side of the

table. I sat. My mother picked up the piece of parchment and handed it to

me.


This just came, she said softly. Giving her my best I-didn't-do-it look, I

opened the letter and began to read.


Dear Mr. and Mrs. Krum,
I am terribly sorry for any inconveniences I might cause you, but this is a matter of utmost urgency. I need you to bring your son, Viktor, to London by 12:00 tomorrow. Viktor will explain to you who I am. I cannot say much more, in case this letter is intercepted by the wrong person. In any case, when you arrive, go straight to the Leaky Cauldron. Once again, I an sorry for any inconveniences this might cause you. See you tomorrow.

Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore


I looked up from the letter, stunned. What on earth did Professor

Dumbledore want to see me for? I felt a nasty sinking feeling in my

stomach as I remembered the events of the Triwizard Tournament. Under

the Imperius Course, i had tortured that boy, Cedric Diggory, who had

murdered not half an hour later by You-Know-Who. My insides writhed

with fear and guilt as I recalled that horrible night. I remembered being

waken up by the Hogwarts nurse, and hearing what had happened. I

remembered feeling sad, angry, scared, and above all, guilty. All I could

think about was how horrible Diggory's parents would be feeling, and

how much they would hate me. How much Hermione would hate me.

Fortunately, everyone seemed to accept the fact that I hadn't tortured

him of my own free will, and no harsh words or resentful feelings came my

way. I as jolted out of my thoughts by my Father clearing his throat.

First of all, who is this Dumbledore? he asked, frowning at me. And

what could he possibly want with you?

Professor Dumbledore is the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of

Witchcraft and Wizardry, I replied. Father nodded his head.

Ah yes, Hogwarts. Your mother and I discussed sending you there when

you were little, but in the end we decided we would rather have you go

somewhere closer to home. All that business with You-Know-Who.....

This was news to me. I never knew my parents had wanted to send me

to Hogwarts. I would have much rather gone there than to Durmstrang,

with that git Karkaroff as Headmaster. Father continued.

This wouldn't have anything to do with the Triwizard Tournament,would

it? he asked, his expression darkening. I thought the officials had all

agreed you were under the influence of the Imperious Curse and in no

way are responsible for the events of that night. It sounded as if Father

had memorized the official letter the Ministry of Magic had sent us a few

weeks ago. I shrugged.

I don't know what he wants. But it must be important.

Mother, looking worried, asked,

Viktor, dear, you didn't get into any kind of trouble while you were there,

did you? I shook my head.

Not that I know of. Nevertheless, she still looked worried

Mum, come on! You know me! Am I a troublemaker? Father, a faint smile

playing at his lips, seemed ready to answer that question for me, but was

silenced by a look from Mother.

No, dear, your not. Still...... she trailed off, still looking worried. My

father sighed.

Well, whatever it is, we'll have to go. The sooner we find what this is all

about, the better. The tone of his voice told Mother and I this was the

end of the conversation, so I said good night and went back upstairs to

my room. Getting changed into some pajama bottoms, I crawled into bed,

my mind spinning with thoughts. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't

think of any reason Dumbledore would want to see. Any other reason,

that it, than something dealing with the Triwizard Tournament. I lay there

in the darkness and pondered this, until, quite literally, I thought myself

to sleep.
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