Ok, I think this'll be my new story. It's not much now, but I hope it'll be better later on.

First of all, unlike my other story, The Trail, this story takes place during Hogwarts. It takes place in Harry's fourth year, only it's not in Harry's point of veiw, it's in Viktor Krum's point of veiw, I'm thinking of doing fourth year in Harry's, Cedric's,Fleur's, and obviously Viktor's point of veiw. Kind of as a series, they will tie together. I might, as a bonus, write one in Ron's point of veiw. We pretty much know how Hermione felt about her fourth year, so I probaly won't write one for her. Well here we go:

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the whole world belongs to JK Rowling.

"Viktor, Karkaroff wants you on the ship first, because of your cold,"

Viktor grunted in responce, and shurgged his furs on.

"Viktor, my dear boy, come along!" Karkaroff said hearitly walking into the entrance hall of Drumstrang

Viktor flinched at the tone of his voice, also the fact he had to slam the door on his enterance.

"He's comming, can't you see you've hurt him?" One of the feamale professor's said standing Viktor's left and wrapping a conforting arm around him

"What? Oh, I'm so sorry, dear boy, well come alone, put on your hat, I've got a nice place for you on the ship,"

Without waiting for a responce, Karkaroff lead Viktor from the safe warm school, and into the freezing ship. Oh, yeah, this was much better then the schoo. He made a note never to listen to Karkaroff again, without living proof. Karkaroff lead Viktor to his "nice place on the ship." It was rather nice, rather then a tiny sleeping space, Viktor had his own cabin.

"I really should help-"

"Nonsense! You stay here and rest and I'll fetch you when we've arrived at Hogwarts,"

Viktor heaved a sigh but nodded and sat on the cot, and watched his headmaster leave, and to his dismay, slam the door behind him. Karakaroff tried to make Vitkor as confortable as possible, he just wasn't very good at it. Viktor, did want to help his schoolmates, he knew Karkaroff was making them do the work that need to be done on the ship, but he knew better then to disobey Karkaroff. He took off his hat and threw it aside then shurgged the furs off his tired and soar body. He pulled back the covers on the cot and settled himself confortabley in it. Before he could have muttered a single word, he fell fast asleep, and away from his troubles, for at least a short time.

"Viktor! We've arrived, Viktor!" Karakaroff's voice entered his aching head.

"Professor, are you forgetting Viktor has a head cold?"

"No, I have not forgotten!" He dropped his voice instantly when he figured out he must be making Viktor's already spliting headache even worse. "I am so sorry, Viktor, I supose I did forget, well we've arrived."

Viktor's tired eyes fluttered opend, and instantly shut when a bright light was shinning in his eyes.

"Take the light away from his face!" Karkaroff barked

"Stop yelling," Viktor pleaded softly

Karkaroff shoved the light out of the boy's hands and set it on a table. Viktor opend his eyes and sighed when there was no blinding light in front of his face anymore.

"Come alone, Viktor, get your furs on, ah I see Madam Maxieme has already arrived, good, good,"

Viktor kicked off his covers and swung his legs out of the cot and onto the solid floor. He accepted the furs from the student who was holding the light, but declinded the hat.

"Oh, come now Viktor-"

"I don't need the hat," He said waving his hand

Karakaroff sighed and allowed Viktor to leave the cabin hatless. Karkaroff held out his arm stopping Viktor and his comrads from walking onto the green lawn.

"I'll go first," Karakaroff said, he lead Viktor to the front of the group and made his way to Dumbledore

Viktor took this chance to get his first look at Hogwarts. It was much bigger then Drumstrang, although Drumstrang had much larger grounds, he knew the Hogwarts students got to enjoy their grounds longer then he and his fellow schoolmates.

"Viktor, come into the warmth, you don't mind do you, Dumbledore, Viktor's got a bit of a head cold,"

Viktor took this as his que to walk over to Karakaroff. He made his way into the light flowing from the open castle doors. Before being steared into the school he heard:

"Harry, look, it's Krum!"

Viktor didn't have the chance to get a look at the boy who'd made the outburst, because Karkaroff had ushered the rest of the students to follow and lead him into the school.

Oh, Viktor, what have you gotten youself into?

Ok, there's the first chapter, please review!