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Harry's gaze was drawn to the doors of the Great Hall when he heard them bang shut again. Someone had walked through them, but he couldn't see who it was. He returned to his conversation with Ron about the Quidditch team this year when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He slowly looked up to see one of most beautiful faces he had seen in his life. His jaw dropped open before he realized it. He snapped it shut, and squirmed under the girls gaze. Her long brown hair was wind tossed and framed her face perfectly. Her cheeks were a rosy pink from the cold outside. Her clear blue eyes pierced into his green ones as she looked down at him. They stood out against her tanned skin. Ron swiveled around to look up at her, and he had almost the same reaction as Harry, but he was able to control it. Hermione sighed in disgust, "Hi," she said brightly. "Is there any way we can help you?" she asked.
"Yeah, anyway?" Harry piped up, his mind wandering fast. Ron and Hermione both smacked him, and the girls cheeks got even redder, the color spreading through her whole face. Harry nearly swooned at that. She looked so much cuter like that.
"I'm looking for Dumbledore," she said shyly, not making eye contact with any of them, not even Hermione, who was staring at her oddly. A barely noticeable accent tinted her voice.
"I knew it," Hermione burst out. "Krum. You're Viktor's sister. He was talking about you," she said, still holding in laughs at the absent minded stares that Harry was giving Vikky, and at the weird looks Ron was giving Harry.
Vikky nodded shyly "Yeah, that's me," she said, her blush creeping back again. Harry stood up.
"I can take you," he offered. Hermione shot him a look, and stood up. Harry glanced at her pleadingly. She sat down again. Harry's face lit up with a smile, and Vikky felt her insides melt for the first time ever when she saw that. Harry quickly walked around the front of the table and took her arm gently, leading her towards the hallway. They got a few odd looks, but Harry ignored them. Vikky's face just got redder.
When they were out of the Great Hall, Harry slowed down. "So, what brings you to Hogwarts? Don't you live near Durmstang?" he asked boldly, his hand still on her arm.
Vikky nodded. "I don't really like the Dark Arts," she stuttered. "And that's all we studied there. So Vik sent me here," she explained, taking a deep breath. That was a rather long string of words for her.
Harry grinned foolishly at her, which made her blush even harder. "Well, that's not such a bad thing. At least I don't think so," he said, his smile spreading wider. Vikky glanced at him, noticing his still present hand on her arm.
"Can I um, ask who you are?" she asked Harry, not seeing his scar. He grinned even harder. She was probably going to swoon when she heard who he was he thought to himself.
"Harry Potter. And what's your first name, may I ask?"
Vikky didn't give him quite the reaction he had been looking for. She must just be too shy. "Harry Potter? You kicked my brother's ass. Good job. It's Vikky," she said, still a bit reserved.
"Do you ever say more than one sentence?" he asked her.
"Yes, I just did. I just don't talk much. I'm not exactly a very open person. As you can see." Vikky felt herself blushing as she felt him looking at her.
Harry nodded, then sighed reluctantly, "Well, it was nice meeting you, hope to see you again."
Vikky smiled and waved, knocking on Dumbledore's door, then walking up the staircase into his office. He looked up at her, "Ah, Viktoria. Welcome. Have a seat," he motioned to the chairs in front of his desk. She sat down in one of them, her back straight as a board. "You can relax you know. I won't kill you for bad posture," he teased. Vikky relaxed a little, but her posture was naturally very straight from years of training. "So your brother sent you here, but your father died the week before, so you are a week late for mental stability issues, and funerals and all that stuff?" he asked.
Vikky nodded, "Yes, times are a bit hard in Bulgaria right now, and I needed to get away from the branch of schooling being offered," she told him. Dumbledore nodded, then picked up the frayed Sorting Hat and walked over, placing it on her head. She was a bit startled, then heard a soft voice speaking:
"Ah, a late arrival, eh? Hmm, very smart young lady. Much to prove. Ravenclaw would help you in your academic journeys. But a loyal little thing you are. Hufflepuff could be the right place. But in your heart, I can see it clearly. You are a brave little soul. You have fought through many things, and it shows true. GRYFFINDOR" he yelled, but not nearly as loud as normal.
Dumbledore plucked it off of Vikky's head and set it back on its shelf. "Well, that means you are in Gryffindor. Your stuff with be brought up to your room and will be there when you get there. I am sure you can find someone to bring you to the entrance way," he said with a kind smile. She thanked him and walked back down the stairs, not paying attention...
Harry's gaze was drawn to the doors of the Great Hall when he heard them bang shut again. Someone had walked through them, but he couldn't see who it was. He returned to his conversation with Ron about the Quidditch team this year when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He slowly looked up to see one of most beautiful faces he had seen in his life. His jaw dropped open before he realized it. He snapped it shut, and squirmed under the girls gaze. Her long brown hair was wind tossed and framed her face perfectly. Her cheeks were a rosy pink from the cold outside. Her clear blue eyes pierced into his green ones as she looked down at him. They stood out against her tanned skin. Ron swiveled around to look up at her, and he had almost the same reaction as Harry, but he was able to control it. Hermione sighed in disgust, "Hi," she said brightly. "Is there any way we can help you?" she asked.
"Yeah, anyway?" Harry piped up, his mind wandering fast. Ron and Hermione both smacked him, and the girls cheeks got even redder, the color spreading through her whole face. Harry nearly swooned at that. She looked so much cuter like that.
"I'm looking for Dumbledore," she said shyly, not making eye contact with any of them, not even Hermione, who was staring at her oddly. A barely noticeable accent tinted her voice.
"I knew it," Hermione burst out. "Krum. You're Viktor's sister. He was talking about you," she said, still holding in laughs at the absent minded stares that Harry was giving Vikky, and at the weird looks Ron was giving Harry.
Vikky nodded shyly "Yeah, that's me," she said, her blush creeping back again. Harry stood up.
"I can take you," he offered. Hermione shot him a look, and stood up. Harry glanced at her pleadingly. She sat down again. Harry's face lit up with a smile, and Vikky felt her insides melt for the first time ever when she saw that. Harry quickly walked around the front of the table and took her arm gently, leading her towards the hallway. They got a few odd looks, but Harry ignored them. Vikky's face just got redder.
When they were out of the Great Hall, Harry slowed down. "So, what brings you to Hogwarts? Don't you live near Durmstang?" he asked boldly, his hand still on her arm.
Vikky nodded. "I don't really like the Dark Arts," she stuttered. "And that's all we studied there. So Vik sent me here," she explained, taking a deep breath. That was a rather long string of words for her.
Harry grinned foolishly at her, which made her blush even harder. "Well, that's not such a bad thing. At least I don't think so," he said, his smile spreading wider. Vikky glanced at him, noticing his still present hand on her arm.
"Can I um, ask who you are?" she asked Harry, not seeing his scar. He grinned even harder. She was probably going to swoon when she heard who he was he thought to himself.
"Harry Potter. And what's your first name, may I ask?"
Vikky didn't give him quite the reaction he had been looking for. She must just be too shy. "Harry Potter? You kicked my brother's ass. Good job. It's Vikky," she said, still a bit reserved.
"Do you ever say more than one sentence?" he asked her.
"Yes, I just did. I just don't talk much. I'm not exactly a very open person. As you can see." Vikky felt herself blushing as she felt him looking at her.
Harry nodded, then sighed reluctantly, "Well, it was nice meeting you, hope to see you again."
Vikky smiled and waved, knocking on Dumbledore's door, then walking up the staircase into his office. He looked up at her, "Ah, Viktoria. Welcome. Have a seat," he motioned to the chairs in front of his desk. She sat down in one of them, her back straight as a board. "You can relax you know. I won't kill you for bad posture," he teased. Vikky relaxed a little, but her posture was naturally very straight from years of training. "So your brother sent you here, but your father died the week before, so you are a week late for mental stability issues, and funerals and all that stuff?" he asked.
Vikky nodded, "Yes, times are a bit hard in Bulgaria right now, and I needed to get away from the branch of schooling being offered," she told him. Dumbledore nodded, then picked up the frayed Sorting Hat and walked over, placing it on her head. She was a bit startled, then heard a soft voice speaking:
"Ah, a late arrival, eh? Hmm, very smart young lady. Much to prove. Ravenclaw would help you in your academic journeys. But a loyal little thing you are. Hufflepuff could be the right place. But in your heart, I can see it clearly. You are a brave little soul. You have fought through many things, and it shows true. GRYFFINDOR" he yelled, but not nearly as loud as normal.
Dumbledore plucked it off of Vikky's head and set it back on its shelf. "Well, that means you are in Gryffindor. Your stuff with be brought up to your room and will be there when you get there. I am sure you can find someone to bring you to the entrance way," he said with a kind smile. She thanked him and walked back down the stairs, not paying attention...