Two: Yulia Perun goes to London.
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A group of exhilarated people gathered in hospital room and was discussing something loudly. They seemed not to notice that on the bed laid a seriously injured woman. They were wondering how was it possible that she survived.
(the talks are in Polish on in other Central European wonderful language. Enjoy!!!!)
'It's really wonderful. And it's a miracle!' shouted and elderly, chubby man in violet robes. 'And after that Muggle treatment!'
'She was in a Muggle hospital?' asked with laughter young, blonde haired girl. 'How?'
'I told you, Ella' answered silently a worried, thirty-or-so-year-old man with short, red hair. 'She was found by some Muggles and she was shot with a Muggle gun so I think it's good she was taken there. They stopped the bleeding. Jan' he turned to another guy, tall and handsome' take her away, she's too loud.'
'She's too happy to be quiet' muttered the man called Jan and took the girl by the hand. 'She's always loud when she's happy, Rob'
'Doesn't matter' said Rob. 'I don't wanna know.'
The two left and Rob now asked the healer, a middle-aged woman in thick glasses and white costume.
'Is she going to wake up?'
'She's so much better now. She breaths by herself and we think she's no longer in coma but sleeps.'
'Please, let me know when she wakes' interrupted the old man. 'I'd like to know. I still can't believe...'
'That she was right?' smiled lightly Rob. 'Sure, I'll send an owl, Minister.'
'Thank you, Mr Bem. I hope you'll both take good care of her.'
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Robert Bem was sitting on a chair next to her bed. To Yulia Perun's bed. She looked so small and so weak. So lonely. Her hair was lying messy on the pillow and her face was almost as white as the sheets. He couldn't see her eyes, but her lips were half open and also very pale. She had lost lots of energy and blood. She almost lost her life too, and the improvement in her condition was amazing. He stroked her hand gently, he knew she wouldn't like that but she was not awake, she did not know.
'It's senseless' he thought about sitting there longer. He needed rest and food and air. He wanted to leave her for a while, but then she saw her moved. A moment later, Rob, taken aback, jumped on his chair, because Yulia sat on her bed, looked unconsciously around and asked:
'Where's he?'
'Here' Rob threw himself towards her and grabbed his hand. He felt tears of joy in his eyes. 'I'm here babe. Lie, lie down.'
'The man' she spoke paying no attention to the man. 'Not you, Rob, the man with brown eyes, is he...'
'Yul, lie down and I'll call the healer. None was here, you must've had a bad dream.'
He hurried to call for the healer and couldn't hear her whispering.
'Where are you? I need you...'
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'What do you mean?' shouted angrily the Minister, Lucas Catman, 'You can't leave, Yulia. You're so needed here!'
Yulia was sitting on her bed with papers and letter lying around. She held a cup of hot tea in her hands and was watching the Polish Minister for Magic with terror. The plump man on the chair was moving nervously and she wondered whether he fell first or the chair broke.
'I said I was leaving. I don't wanna work here anymore. I've got to move. I was given a special chance by my God or something and I don't want to waste it!'
'But think. You have a good work, perfect salary, you're making a career...'
'Career???' Yulia yelled though she didn't like to raise her voice. 'A ministry post isn't career, I make no improvement, I'm stuck with silly duties, I have no possibility to do things I like or things that are needed and urgent. I've had enough.'
He answered and began one of his preaching talks that lasted for hours, about responsibility, country, career, and so on. Yulia didn't bother to listen. She had really had enough. She had worked for him ever since. When she graduated from school (and she went to the most pro-DA academy in the world: Drumstrang) she got a scholarship that enabled her to work on defence methods and soon she became one of the world's best specialist on how to defend mentally. It was already after Voldemort's fall and nobody wanted anymore to be taught DADA in the way she offered. Then, the Minister spotted her and offered, which was so unusual, because she was only 24 then, a job at the Ministry. She became a head of DA department. She wanted to do so much in the place, but soon understood she would not heal the world. She knew she failed when she was younger (she still believed her mother was killed because of her lack of thinking), and yet she understood she would fail now as well because nobody was interested in fighting with the evil. Her mother, Alicia Perun, dealt with the results of use of Dark Arts. She was not popular of course among Voldemort supporters and to make her situation worse, she married a Muggle architect. Everything was to be all right, the fall of Dark Lord stopped the fights and they were to be safe. That's why Yulia decided to go on holidays with her friend from school, a Spanish girl, and left house, though. Though one of her school mates, Alexy Karkaroff (yes, the future headmasters' younger brother!) told her to beware the holidays, told her that the traitors would die. It was a threaten and Yulia informed her mom. But she decided not to worry. When Yulia received another letter from the guy, stating that it would happed the day after, she left for home and came a minute too late.
She was 15 years old.
'I know, you were offered a job by Dumbledore, but you shouldn't leave for England...'
She caught one senseless sentence of Catman and drifted away. She warned the Minister over two years: she believed in the rumours that Albus spread all over Europe and it of course turned out to be real. The Ministry here, and as she knew: nowhere, believed in such things, so any country officially fought.
But Yulia did. She convinced people: her friends, and other reasonable members of Ministry. She followed the ex-Voldemort supporters to find out if they'd joined him again. And one of them, a really important man, a businessman that delivered potion ingredients to the ministry, called Vlad Dutko, shot her with a gun because he knew she knew he was an active Deatheater. He wanted her dead and her recovery, and the fact that all people now understood she was right, made him hide somewhere. He would be under arrested the moment he was found.
Yulia was a little upset that she must have almost died for all of them to believe. And she must have almost died to understand herself that somewhere was her chance, with wonderful brown eyes, to be happy. And she knew he wasn't waiting for her here.
'No, please, Minister, I always wanted to teach and it's so perfect Dumbledore offered me the post. We will all rest from each other. And you will manage to organize everything the way you like and the ay that will be successful. I know. I have to go...'
'And what about your friends, uh? What about that nice Bem boy? He likes you.'
'He loves me, Minister. And that's why I have to go, too. It hurts him when I'm here.'
The Minister shook his head with disbelief. The girl could have had everything here: a great job, and he would allow her to do things she wanted to do to protect the people from Dark Arts, important position at the age of thirty, and a man who loved her more than anything else.
'Bem told me about your... vision, Yulia. I don't think it's good to follow something unreal, impossible.'
Yulia listened no more. Every time she closed her eyes she could see the most marvellous, gorgeous eyes of unknown man she believed existed. Somewhere. Not here. Yulia wasn't sure if she loved him, she didn't know she could take a risk to love. But she knew she needed to risk finding him, because she couldn't risk loosing him. Terrible, she sighed.
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'Don't go, Yulia, my dearest Yulia.' Rob was sitting next to her, trying to hold her hand. But she was leaning away from him, taking her hand away, waving it. She was livid and irritated. She thought, or rather hoped that she would be weaker, that she would easier fall in love with him. Or decide to be with him, because she needed someone. In fact he expected everything but that. She became more independent and wanted to leave and begin her own life.
'Please, Rob, go. Stop talking like that and go. Just, leave me.' She turned away. He still tried to look into her eyes.
'You've changed, Yulia, but I still love you and I want to be there for you. Forget about that man from coma dream and...'
'STOP TALKING LIKE THAT' she shouted and he was shocked even more. 'This is me. Real me! I'm not the one you all thought you've created! And I want to do things for myself. The job in England is for me. The fight against Voldemort is for me. The man I need is somewhere for me and I know that. And you're definitely not for me. And I'm not yours. You all have imagined me and wanted me to be as you liked. But that's the end of that. I'm leaving.'
'Now, this is ridiculous' replied Rob quietly. 'You're still sick, I know, you will change...'
'Robert,' she said almost pleadingly. 'Stop deceiving yourself! I don't want our friendship to be finished like that. You're still my best friend...'
'Please, baby' he sniggered 'Why should I be your friend if you don't wanna sleep with me.'
Yulia laughed. And laughed and laughed. The man was crazy, completely insane. And she had really thought he was her friend. Now it seemed obvious that through all those years he still wanted to shag her (they tried to be together few times, but Yulia always found that awful and leading to nowhere).
'Bye, Rob, and say good-bye to Jan and Ella.'
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'You're going, Yula?' asked a grey-haired, slender-handed man.
'Dad, please stop calling me like that. It's YULIA!!' she laughed and stroke her father's hand. 'So, Monica and kids are on holidays?'
'Yeah, they needed rest, and I'm resting now too' he added with a wink. 'It's a shame you won't say good-bye.'
'I'll be writing. I'll be visiting you. You know, magicians have their ways to drop in more often.'
'But, please, not every day. Tell me truth, honey. The people who murdered Alicia returned?'
Yulia was moved when he mentioned her mother. They rarely spoke about her because Yulia felt guilty and was always sad. He father of course did not believe at all in his daughter's fault, but tried not to make her more sadder than she was. Yulia had always been a very sad, looking for something girl. She was still sad when she was making her perfect career at the ministry and she was sad with her friends.
'Yes, dad. That's why I was almost killed. And that's why I'm leaving. They want nothing from Poland. The fighting centre in GB and I'm needed there. Look, they really need me!' she added with satisfaction.
'I'm glad to hear that. Are you happy, now, Yula?'
'I would be happy if such people didn't exist. But I'm happier.'
'I can see that!! You're so much calmer now, and you smile. You have a wonderful smile, baby, like your mom had. You should do it more often! So, why is it?'
'I met a man and I think I'm in love.'
'Wow, at last sweetie, at last! Love is a wonderful thing.'
'Now I know that.'
'Who is the happy man?'
'Why happy?' Yulia laughed but soon her laughter disappeared. 'I don't know.'
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A group of exhilarated people gathered in hospital room and was discussing something loudly. They seemed not to notice that on the bed laid a seriously injured woman. They were wondering how was it possible that she survived.
(the talks are in Polish on in other Central European wonderful language. Enjoy!!!!)
'It's really wonderful. And it's a miracle!' shouted and elderly, chubby man in violet robes. 'And after that Muggle treatment!'
'She was in a Muggle hospital?' asked with laughter young, blonde haired girl. 'How?'
'I told you, Ella' answered silently a worried, thirty-or-so-year-old man with short, red hair. 'She was found by some Muggles and she was shot with a Muggle gun so I think it's good she was taken there. They stopped the bleeding. Jan' he turned to another guy, tall and handsome' take her away, she's too loud.'
'She's too happy to be quiet' muttered the man called Jan and took the girl by the hand. 'She's always loud when she's happy, Rob'
'Doesn't matter' said Rob. 'I don't wanna know.'
The two left and Rob now asked the healer, a middle-aged woman in thick glasses and white costume.
'Is she going to wake up?'
'She's so much better now. She breaths by herself and we think she's no longer in coma but sleeps.'
'Please, let me know when she wakes' interrupted the old man. 'I'd like to know. I still can't believe...'
'That she was right?' smiled lightly Rob. 'Sure, I'll send an owl, Minister.'
'Thank you, Mr Bem. I hope you'll both take good care of her.'
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Robert Bem was sitting on a chair next to her bed. To Yulia Perun's bed. She looked so small and so weak. So lonely. Her hair was lying messy on the pillow and her face was almost as white as the sheets. He couldn't see her eyes, but her lips were half open and also very pale. She had lost lots of energy and blood. She almost lost her life too, and the improvement in her condition was amazing. He stroked her hand gently, he knew she wouldn't like that but she was not awake, she did not know.
'It's senseless' he thought about sitting there longer. He needed rest and food and air. He wanted to leave her for a while, but then she saw her moved. A moment later, Rob, taken aback, jumped on his chair, because Yulia sat on her bed, looked unconsciously around and asked:
'Where's he?'
'Here' Rob threw himself towards her and grabbed his hand. He felt tears of joy in his eyes. 'I'm here babe. Lie, lie down.'
'The man' she spoke paying no attention to the man. 'Not you, Rob, the man with brown eyes, is he...'
'Yul, lie down and I'll call the healer. None was here, you must've had a bad dream.'
He hurried to call for the healer and couldn't hear her whispering.
'Where are you? I need you...'
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'What do you mean?' shouted angrily the Minister, Lucas Catman, 'You can't leave, Yulia. You're so needed here!'
Yulia was sitting on her bed with papers and letter lying around. She held a cup of hot tea in her hands and was watching the Polish Minister for Magic with terror. The plump man on the chair was moving nervously and she wondered whether he fell first or the chair broke.
'I said I was leaving. I don't wanna work here anymore. I've got to move. I was given a special chance by my God or something and I don't want to waste it!'
'But think. You have a good work, perfect salary, you're making a career...'
'Career???' Yulia yelled though she didn't like to raise her voice. 'A ministry post isn't career, I make no improvement, I'm stuck with silly duties, I have no possibility to do things I like or things that are needed and urgent. I've had enough.'
He answered and began one of his preaching talks that lasted for hours, about responsibility, country, career, and so on. Yulia didn't bother to listen. She had really had enough. She had worked for him ever since. When she graduated from school (and she went to the most pro-DA academy in the world: Drumstrang) she got a scholarship that enabled her to work on defence methods and soon she became one of the world's best specialist on how to defend mentally. It was already after Voldemort's fall and nobody wanted anymore to be taught DADA in the way she offered. Then, the Minister spotted her and offered, which was so unusual, because she was only 24 then, a job at the Ministry. She became a head of DA department. She wanted to do so much in the place, but soon understood she would not heal the world. She knew she failed when she was younger (she still believed her mother was killed because of her lack of thinking), and yet she understood she would fail now as well because nobody was interested in fighting with the evil. Her mother, Alicia Perun, dealt with the results of use of Dark Arts. She was not popular of course among Voldemort supporters and to make her situation worse, she married a Muggle architect. Everything was to be all right, the fall of Dark Lord stopped the fights and they were to be safe. That's why Yulia decided to go on holidays with her friend from school, a Spanish girl, and left house, though. Though one of her school mates, Alexy Karkaroff (yes, the future headmasters' younger brother!) told her to beware the holidays, told her that the traitors would die. It was a threaten and Yulia informed her mom. But she decided not to worry. When Yulia received another letter from the guy, stating that it would happed the day after, she left for home and came a minute too late.
She was 15 years old.
'I know, you were offered a job by Dumbledore, but you shouldn't leave for England...'
She caught one senseless sentence of Catman and drifted away. She warned the Minister over two years: she believed in the rumours that Albus spread all over Europe and it of course turned out to be real. The Ministry here, and as she knew: nowhere, believed in such things, so any country officially fought.
But Yulia did. She convinced people: her friends, and other reasonable members of Ministry. She followed the ex-Voldemort supporters to find out if they'd joined him again. And one of them, a really important man, a businessman that delivered potion ingredients to the ministry, called Vlad Dutko, shot her with a gun because he knew she knew he was an active Deatheater. He wanted her dead and her recovery, and the fact that all people now understood she was right, made him hide somewhere. He would be under arrested the moment he was found.
Yulia was a little upset that she must have almost died for all of them to believe. And she must have almost died to understand herself that somewhere was her chance, with wonderful brown eyes, to be happy. And she knew he wasn't waiting for her here.
'No, please, Minister, I always wanted to teach and it's so perfect Dumbledore offered me the post. We will all rest from each other. And you will manage to organize everything the way you like and the ay that will be successful. I know. I have to go...'
'And what about your friends, uh? What about that nice Bem boy? He likes you.'
'He loves me, Minister. And that's why I have to go, too. It hurts him when I'm here.'
The Minister shook his head with disbelief. The girl could have had everything here: a great job, and he would allow her to do things she wanted to do to protect the people from Dark Arts, important position at the age of thirty, and a man who loved her more than anything else.
'Bem told me about your... vision, Yulia. I don't think it's good to follow something unreal, impossible.'
Yulia listened no more. Every time she closed her eyes she could see the most marvellous, gorgeous eyes of unknown man she believed existed. Somewhere. Not here. Yulia wasn't sure if she loved him, she didn't know she could take a risk to love. But she knew she needed to risk finding him, because she couldn't risk loosing him. Terrible, she sighed.
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'Don't go, Yulia, my dearest Yulia.' Rob was sitting next to her, trying to hold her hand. But she was leaning away from him, taking her hand away, waving it. She was livid and irritated. She thought, or rather hoped that she would be weaker, that she would easier fall in love with him. Or decide to be with him, because she needed someone. In fact he expected everything but that. She became more independent and wanted to leave and begin her own life.
'Please, Rob, go. Stop talking like that and go. Just, leave me.' She turned away. He still tried to look into her eyes.
'You've changed, Yulia, but I still love you and I want to be there for you. Forget about that man from coma dream and...'
'STOP TALKING LIKE THAT' she shouted and he was shocked even more. 'This is me. Real me! I'm not the one you all thought you've created! And I want to do things for myself. The job in England is for me. The fight against Voldemort is for me. The man I need is somewhere for me and I know that. And you're definitely not for me. And I'm not yours. You all have imagined me and wanted me to be as you liked. But that's the end of that. I'm leaving.'
'Now, this is ridiculous' replied Rob quietly. 'You're still sick, I know, you will change...'
'Robert,' she said almost pleadingly. 'Stop deceiving yourself! I don't want our friendship to be finished like that. You're still my best friend...'
'Please, baby' he sniggered 'Why should I be your friend if you don't wanna sleep with me.'
Yulia laughed. And laughed and laughed. The man was crazy, completely insane. And she had really thought he was her friend. Now it seemed obvious that through all those years he still wanted to shag her (they tried to be together few times, but Yulia always found that awful and leading to nowhere).
'Bye, Rob, and say good-bye to Jan and Ella.'
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'You're going, Yula?' asked a grey-haired, slender-handed man.
'Dad, please stop calling me like that. It's YULIA!!' she laughed and stroke her father's hand. 'So, Monica and kids are on holidays?'
'Yeah, they needed rest, and I'm resting now too' he added with a wink. 'It's a shame you won't say good-bye.'
'I'll be writing. I'll be visiting you. You know, magicians have their ways to drop in more often.'
'But, please, not every day. Tell me truth, honey. The people who murdered Alicia returned?'
Yulia was moved when he mentioned her mother. They rarely spoke about her because Yulia felt guilty and was always sad. He father of course did not believe at all in his daughter's fault, but tried not to make her more sadder than she was. Yulia had always been a very sad, looking for something girl. She was still sad when she was making her perfect career at the ministry and she was sad with her friends.
'Yes, dad. That's why I was almost killed. And that's why I'm leaving. They want nothing from Poland. The fighting centre in GB and I'm needed there. Look, they really need me!' she added with satisfaction.
'I'm glad to hear that. Are you happy, now, Yula?'
'I would be happy if such people didn't exist. But I'm happier.'
'I can see that!! You're so much calmer now, and you smile. You have a wonderful smile, baby, like your mom had. You should do it more often! So, why is it?'
'I met a man and I think I'm in love.'
'Wow, at last sweetie, at last! Love is a wonderful thing.'
'Now I know that.'
'Who is the happy man?'
'Why happy?' Yulia laughed but soon her laughter disappeared. 'I don't know.'
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