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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