FROM THE JOURNAL OF VIKTOR R. KRUM

As I write the rain pours down outside, but I do not care. I have seen her again, and I have realized what it is that struck me. The girl, Harry's friend. The thing I see is magnificence, and the emotion I feel is one I thought I would never feel. One that I swore I would never allow myself to feel. Love. More than that, a fascination. I only passed her in the Hall. I only passed her. But I cannot help but notice that she turned when I passed. Why? I wonder this as I write. Was it a meaningless, worth-nothing glance that she might give to anyone? Or was it something else? Was there respect there? I could not tell. There was some emotion, but I was too blind to see it. I forced myself to look elsewhere. Perhaps respect, perhaps disdain. It does not matter to me. I must see her again. See her truly.

I feel overcome with this almost foreign emotion. I replay the way her head turned breifly in my head, but I make it slow down to almost nothing. I freeze the image of her in my head and I can think of nothing else.

But I must think of other things. I must think of other people, other events. But later. later, I will rest my focus back on her.

Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour the First Task draws nearer. Karkaroff wishes me to do this for the school and the pride. He simply wants to "prove" that Durmstrang is better. I will do this for myself, and for Aymma. Perhaps if I win this, she can get better treatment or perhaps I will give it to the magical research centers. Perhaps if I win my sister can live.

I wrote to her last night. It made me cry, to think of her alone in the hospital. I couldn't finish the letter. Perhaps I will later. I don't know what to say. Now that the Quidditch season is over, she has only what I've saved and Mother's meager pay for the hospital bill. If she cannot pay it.if I cannot.what if Aymma dies because I cannot win the tournament?

I'm going to start to cry again. I'll stop writing now and go to Hogwarts' library to research some spells.