Harry fell down to his knees. He shook his head and looked at his owl.
"Hey, Hedwig. Are you fine?" he asked. The snowy owl cooed in reply.
"Harry! You're here!" cried a familiar voice. It was one of his best friends, Ron Weasly. "Come on; let me help you with that." He untied the rope and took Harry's luggage.
"Thanks. Where is everybody?" Harry said as he made his way to the Krums' house.
"They're just finishing breakfast. You hungry?
"No thanks. I ate before I came down here."
"Good. 'Cause you don't want to be in there."
"Why not?"
"Long story. And don't make me tell it to you."
"Okay, I won't." Harry said. It wasn't until then that he noticed that he was facing a mansion. He looked at it with amazement in his eyes.
"Harry, are you okay?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to be just fine." He could feel a grin surfacing up to his face. He knew that this would make Ron wonder, so he tried to distract. "So, where's Hermione?"
"Oh, her? She's off probably with Krum talking about the birds and the flowers and all of the other couple stuff."
Harry could see that Ron was getting tense because of it. He could see his face is getting as red as his hair. Just in the nick of time, Hermione came in from the garden.
"Oh, hello Harry! How's your trip."
"I still can't get used to it." they both hugged while they greeted. "C'mon, let's get these things up to your room so you could get the chance to meet Viktor's family."
"Sure. Let's go."
Harry went downstairs after unpacking. He went into the living room and sat down. But at that very moment five figures came inside. Harry stood up, for some reason worried, but then let a little breath of relief when he realized it was Viktor Krum with Hermione and his family.
"Hello Harry." said the tall young man standing next to Harry's friend. "Nice to see you again." He held out his hand.
"Nice to see you again, too Viktor." Harry said. He shook his hand.
"Harry, I vould like you to meet my family. This is my father, Georg Krum."
Harry shook a man slightly taller than Viktor. He could see that he was also a Quidditch player.
"This is my mother, Natalia Krum." and he shook the hand of this tall, thin woman. She is very pretty, but yet he could sense that she was also a strong woman.
"And this is my little brother, Vladimir." Harry smiled to a small boy wrapped around Viktor's mother. He couldn't have been at the most eight years old, but the expression on his face looked like it belonged to a teenager.
"Thank you very much Mr. and Mrs. Krum for letting me stay at your house." Harry said.
"It is fine dear Harry. Anyvun who is a friend of my son's is velcome here anytime." spoke the patriarch of the family.
"Vell, I think I smell something really good in the kitchen. I think that it almost time for lunch. Viktor, call everyone, it is time to eat!"
"Hey, Hedwig. Are you fine?" he asked. The snowy owl cooed in reply.
"Harry! You're here!" cried a familiar voice. It was one of his best friends, Ron Weasly. "Come on; let me help you with that." He untied the rope and took Harry's luggage.
"Thanks. Where is everybody?" Harry said as he made his way to the Krums' house.
"They're just finishing breakfast. You hungry?
"No thanks. I ate before I came down here."
"Good. 'Cause you don't want to be in there."
"Why not?"
"Long story. And don't make me tell it to you."
"Okay, I won't." Harry said. It wasn't until then that he noticed that he was facing a mansion. He looked at it with amazement in his eyes.
"Harry, are you okay?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to be just fine." He could feel a grin surfacing up to his face. He knew that this would make Ron wonder, so he tried to distract. "So, where's Hermione?"
"Oh, her? She's off probably with Krum talking about the birds and the flowers and all of the other couple stuff."
Harry could see that Ron was getting tense because of it. He could see his face is getting as red as his hair. Just in the nick of time, Hermione came in from the garden.
"Oh, hello Harry! How's your trip."
"I still can't get used to it." they both hugged while they greeted. "C'mon, let's get these things up to your room so you could get the chance to meet Viktor's family."
"Sure. Let's go."
Harry went downstairs after unpacking. He went into the living room and sat down. But at that very moment five figures came inside. Harry stood up, for some reason worried, but then let a little breath of relief when he realized it was Viktor Krum with Hermione and his family.
"Hello Harry." said the tall young man standing next to Harry's friend. "Nice to see you again." He held out his hand.
"Nice to see you again, too Viktor." Harry said. He shook his hand.
"Harry, I vould like you to meet my family. This is my father, Georg Krum."
Harry shook a man slightly taller than Viktor. He could see that he was also a Quidditch player.
"This is my mother, Natalia Krum." and he shook the hand of this tall, thin woman. She is very pretty, but yet he could sense that she was also a strong woman.
"And this is my little brother, Vladimir." Harry smiled to a small boy wrapped around Viktor's mother. He couldn't have been at the most eight years old, but the expression on his face looked like it belonged to a teenager.
"Thank you very much Mr. and Mrs. Krum for letting me stay at your house." Harry said.
"It is fine dear Harry. Anyvun who is a friend of my son's is velcome here anytime." spoke the patriarch of the family.
"Vell, I think I smell something really good in the kitchen. I think that it almost time for lunch. Viktor, call everyone, it is time to eat!"