AN: Alrighty guys, the setting is Durmstrang. So, this is mostly in
Bulgarian. That's why Victor doesn't have his usual accent.
And I think now is a good time to fall on my knees and beg for forgiveness, right? *falls on knees and begs readers for forgiveness* *cough* yes well, here is another chappy, and I'm so sorry! I just- I have this problem, I'll start a promising fic, and then hit wall after wall of writers block. Hope this one isn't too short. Thanks to all of my reviewers, especially remo con and potter-mad1.
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Tess was in her dorm, preparing herself for the meeting with her
father when there was a knock. A familiar, deep voice asked through
the thick wood of the door,
"Can I com in Tess?"
"Victor!" Tess cried as she opened the door. After he entered she
embraced him warmly." What are you doing here? Don't you have
practice? I would've thought that now that you're done with your
schooling, that they would be much stricter about you skipping
practices." Victor Krum just shrugged.
"I heard your father was 'visiting' you today. I thought you might
need some support."This earned a small smile and another hug from
Tess. Victor had become like a brother to her, even closer to her real
family. It's a little hard to be close to your family when your father
ships you away for voicing your opinions. She couldn't help it if
Voldemort was an evil git and could go to hell for all she cared.
"Tess? Tess! Snap out of it."
"Huh? Oh, sorry Victor," Tess took a deep steadying breath." Could you
stick around? I have a feeling I'm going to have to vent after this"
Victor smiled and said,
"Sure shorty. I'll be out at the pitch when you need me, alright?
Don't worry, it'll be fine." Tess nodded and asked in a lighter tone,
"Are you ever anywhere else?"
"Sometimes I'm in the dining hall too." He said as he pulled her into
a one armed hug." I'll see you later, alright?"
With a nod she replied," Sure, see you." Tess watched as he walked out
of her room. She jumped when a Squeaky voice piped up,
"Miss Tess? He's arrived." Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself
and her mind. She couldn't let anything slip. She had to convince her
father that she was as cold as him if that was what it would take. Too
bad the thing her father would be looking for was probably allegiance
to Voldemort. But even now, knowing that she might have to, she wasn't
certain that she could bring herself to call the dark lord 'master',
Even if it was pure falsehood. I have to attend Hogwarts this year. I
just have to.
And with that she left her room and walked down to the main floor
where, in an empty classroom, her father Lucius Malfoy awaited her.
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The days passed quickly at the Weasly's, Harry even forgot about
Sirius and the books at the bottom of his trunk. He, Ron and Hermione
were pouring over their animagi books. Well, Hermione did the pouring
while Ron and Harry were the guinea pigs.
"Alright, let's try this again. I think I've figured out that little
problem we had last time."
"Little?! You call me walking around with a snout and feathers for two
days little?!"
"Oh hush Ron. We got them to go away didn't we? And besides, you were
the one with two different animals in your head at the time." Hermione
said matter-of-factly.
The three were in the backyard of the burrow, puzzling through the
animagi books. Hermione was sitting on a bench with the books piled at
her side. Harry and Ron were sitting sprawled on the grass in front of
her.
"Well then," he said as he stood up. "Let's give it a go."
"Alright, now according to my research," she paused to flip open a few
books, "Ah yes, here it is. Alright, Harry picture your traits, and on
the animal you relate yourself to. Good, now here's the tricky part.
As far as I can tell, you have to picture you and the animal as one,
but...oh, this is harder than I thought. You have to somehow use some
raw magic to transform yourself." Still looking at the open books in
front of her, Hermione said," his would be a lot easier if Sirius were
here. I mean, he knows... oh, I'm so sorry Harry!" Hermione's head
snapped up after she realized what she had just said. All of the
Weaslies had refrained from mentioning Sirius' name when Harry was
around. But he was just standing there. With his eyes still closed.
But he seemed so be shaking-no, he was changing!
Harry thought that it felt kind of like when he, Ron, and Hermione had
drunk polyjuice potion in their second year. He could feel his bones
shifting and his body shrinking. It didn't hurt though. He wondered
what animal he would become, because instead of picturing an animal,
Harry had simply concentrated on the changing process itself. Soon it
was done, he could feel it. He starred at Hermione and Ron, Who were
now about eye level. They looked positively scarred, excellent. He
felt good, but had no idea of what he looked like, or what he was for
that matter. Well, let's see, four feet, paws, actually, fur, black
with orange stripes. Hmm, a tail, and, yep, there they are, sharp
teeth. This'll be good.
Ron and Hermione watched the black and orange tiger pad down to the
pond.
"Wicked..."
"Quite, he still has his scar. Well, not exactly, but look." They
watched as Harry pawed back toward them. "See, on his forehead, it's a
lighter black than the rest." And so it was. There was a lightning
bolt shaped mark on the tiger's forehead, in the same place as when he
was in his normal form. "Alright Harry, I need you to do what you just
did, in reverse.
"I hope this works."
The tigers head swung around to stare at Hermione. At first nothing
happened and Ron and Hermione started to worry, what if he couldn't
turn back? That would be bad. But then slowly the tiger began to
change, and soon Harry was standing in front of them again, grinning.
Ron couldn't help it. He jumped up off the ground and let out a whoop,
dancing around the yard. Hermione, meanwhile, finished the last of her
notes, and put down the pencil. A grin that mirrored Harry's own came
across her face and she jumped up and gave him a hug.
After calling Ron back into the general vicinity, Harry explained what
he had done and how it was different from what they had thought to do.
The trio spent the rest of the week working on it, until all three of
them could transform. Hermonie, a fox, and Ron ended up being a golden
eagle, and, on closer inspection, there were freckles on his face, in
between his beak and his eyes.
And I think now is a good time to fall on my knees and beg for forgiveness, right? *falls on knees and begs readers for forgiveness* *cough* yes well, here is another chappy, and I'm so sorry! I just- I have this problem, I'll start a promising fic, and then hit wall after wall of writers block. Hope this one isn't too short. Thanks to all of my reviewers, especially remo con and potter-mad1.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tess was in her dorm, preparing herself for the meeting with her
father when there was a knock. A familiar, deep voice asked through
the thick wood of the door,
"Can I com in Tess?"
"Victor!" Tess cried as she opened the door. After he entered she
embraced him warmly." What are you doing here? Don't you have
practice? I would've thought that now that you're done with your
schooling, that they would be much stricter about you skipping
practices." Victor Krum just shrugged.
"I heard your father was 'visiting' you today. I thought you might
need some support."This earned a small smile and another hug from
Tess. Victor had become like a brother to her, even closer to her real
family. It's a little hard to be close to your family when your father
ships you away for voicing your opinions. She couldn't help it if
Voldemort was an evil git and could go to hell for all she cared.
"Tess? Tess! Snap out of it."
"Huh? Oh, sorry Victor," Tess took a deep steadying breath." Could you
stick around? I have a feeling I'm going to have to vent after this"
Victor smiled and said,
"Sure shorty. I'll be out at the pitch when you need me, alright?
Don't worry, it'll be fine." Tess nodded and asked in a lighter tone,
"Are you ever anywhere else?"
"Sometimes I'm in the dining hall too." He said as he pulled her into
a one armed hug." I'll see you later, alright?"
With a nod she replied," Sure, see you." Tess watched as he walked out
of her room. She jumped when a Squeaky voice piped up,
"Miss Tess? He's arrived." Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself
and her mind. She couldn't let anything slip. She had to convince her
father that she was as cold as him if that was what it would take. Too
bad the thing her father would be looking for was probably allegiance
to Voldemort. But even now, knowing that she might have to, she wasn't
certain that she could bring herself to call the dark lord 'master',
Even if it was pure falsehood. I have to attend Hogwarts this year. I
just have to.
And with that she left her room and walked down to the main floor
where, in an empty classroom, her father Lucius Malfoy awaited her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The days passed quickly at the Weasly's, Harry even forgot about
Sirius and the books at the bottom of his trunk. He, Ron and Hermione
were pouring over their animagi books. Well, Hermione did the pouring
while Ron and Harry were the guinea pigs.
"Alright, let's try this again. I think I've figured out that little
problem we had last time."
"Little?! You call me walking around with a snout and feathers for two
days little?!"
"Oh hush Ron. We got them to go away didn't we? And besides, you were
the one with two different animals in your head at the time." Hermione
said matter-of-factly.
The three were in the backyard of the burrow, puzzling through the
animagi books. Hermione was sitting on a bench with the books piled at
her side. Harry and Ron were sitting sprawled on the grass in front of
her.
"Well then," he said as he stood up. "Let's give it a go."
"Alright, now according to my research," she paused to flip open a few
books, "Ah yes, here it is. Alright, Harry picture your traits, and on
the animal you relate yourself to. Good, now here's the tricky part.
As far as I can tell, you have to picture you and the animal as one,
but...oh, this is harder than I thought. You have to somehow use some
raw magic to transform yourself." Still looking at the open books in
front of her, Hermione said," his would be a lot easier if Sirius were
here. I mean, he knows... oh, I'm so sorry Harry!" Hermione's head
snapped up after she realized what she had just said. All of the
Weaslies had refrained from mentioning Sirius' name when Harry was
around. But he was just standing there. With his eyes still closed.
But he seemed so be shaking-no, he was changing!
Harry thought that it felt kind of like when he, Ron, and Hermione had
drunk polyjuice potion in their second year. He could feel his bones
shifting and his body shrinking. It didn't hurt though. He wondered
what animal he would become, because instead of picturing an animal,
Harry had simply concentrated on the changing process itself. Soon it
was done, he could feel it. He starred at Hermione and Ron, Who were
now about eye level. They looked positively scarred, excellent. He
felt good, but had no idea of what he looked like, or what he was for
that matter. Well, let's see, four feet, paws, actually, fur, black
with orange stripes. Hmm, a tail, and, yep, there they are, sharp
teeth. This'll be good.
Ron and Hermione watched the black and orange tiger pad down to the
pond.
"Wicked..."
"Quite, he still has his scar. Well, not exactly, but look." They
watched as Harry pawed back toward them. "See, on his forehead, it's a
lighter black than the rest." And so it was. There was a lightning
bolt shaped mark on the tiger's forehead, in the same place as when he
was in his normal form. "Alright Harry, I need you to do what you just
did, in reverse.
"I hope this works."
The tigers head swung around to stare at Hermione. At first nothing
happened and Ron and Hermione started to worry, what if he couldn't
turn back? That would be bad. But then slowly the tiger began to
change, and soon Harry was standing in front of them again, grinning.
Ron couldn't help it. He jumped up off the ground and let out a whoop,
dancing around the yard. Hermione, meanwhile, finished the last of her
notes, and put down the pencil. A grin that mirrored Harry's own came
across her face and she jumped up and gave him a hug.
After calling Ron back into the general vicinity, Harry explained what
he had done and how it was different from what they had thought to do.
The trio spent the rest of the week working on it, until all three of
them could transform. Hermonie, a fox, and Ron ended up being a golden
eagle, and, on closer inspection, there were freckles on his face, in
between his beak and his eyes.
