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Viktor walked down two flights of stairs. He met two people in the hallway they greeted him joyfully, to which he curtly nodded. He wasn't in the mood for talking to people and pretend that things were all peachy and rosy when it wasn't.
He walked out of the building and down the street. He didn't know where he was going but he knew that he had to go somewhere. He walked along the street, past endless shops, past endless people going about their business. When his world was falling apart.
How could she leave me? I thought that she loved me. that's what she's always said. I've hurt her but I've never meant to. I've never hurt her that badly have I? I've hit her but nothing more. I know I shouldn't even do that but something seems to take over, its like a dark force rising up in me. I don't know how to stop it. I can remember everything. Every argument, every push, every punch.
Except one night. I cant remember what happened that night. Last week I went to the pub after practice. I can remember leaving and coming home. But after that everything is blank.
Viktor stopped in the middle of the pavement. He screwed up his face trying to remember what had happened. This earned him some strange looks from passers-by.
I know I definitely made it home that night. I woke up in our bed the next morning. Hermione wasn't there though. When I got up and looked for her I found her in the bathroom. She looked as small as a mouse and as frightened as one. Ever since she's be kind of timid around me, not her usual spirited self. That was until today. Today she fought back.
I need to find her and find out what happened. This might be why she left me. That and Potter. He'll pay for taking my Hermione away from me. They both will.
Viktor started walking again. This time fasted than he had been before. He still didn't know where he was going. But he did know that he was angry and needed to let off some steam. Walking had always let him do that. He remembered when he used to go walking with his father when he was younger. That was before his father left. He'd been having an affair with a woman at work. Viktor had heard shouting one night when he had gone to bed. He sneaked on to the landing and saw through the dark his parents stood in the living room. He heard their hushed argument. His father had been sleeping with some woman from the office. He said that he loved Viktor's mother, but he love this woman as well. His mother got mad and told him to get out before she made him. Viktor's mother had always been a very powerful witch, his father knew better than to try her patience. He came up the stairs Viktor hid in the darkness. He heard his father whisper an incantation, heard his clothes pack themselves, heard his fathers dry sobs through the darkness.
That night had stayed with him throughout his childhood into his adult life. In a way he hated his father for what happened to his mother after he left. She totally broke down. She'd become depressed and turned to drink. She took all her anger out on her children- Viktor and his sister Jolan. Viktor had had to pick up the pieces, had had to grow up so soon.
When he was at school he always worried about what his mother would do next. So he immersed himself in his school work, in quidditch. He got the best grades became the best player the school had ever seen. Soon when people heard about this scouts came from around the country to get him on their team. After a while he was picked for the national squad. They wanted him to leave school but he wouldn't. he became famous beyond his wildest dreams not only in his native Bulgaria but all around the world. He was on the top of the game.
But now, now things were different. He had lost his spark. He wasn't the best anymore he didn't have the drive he used to. They were considering dropping him from the team. Ever since his father left quidditch had been his life. If he was dropped what would he do. He had no other life. He had had no other carer. What would he do?
When he realised what was going on he had fallen into a pit of despair. What would happen if they did drop him? How was he supposed to pay his way? He had savings and had always been careful with his earnings. But with no income his savings would dry up eventually. And the whole world would of course know about it. His fall from grace would be well documented by the press. He had turned to drink. The drink blocked out his pain. Made him feel better. Once he had started he couldn't stop. He knew that it had gone too far, he had gone too far. He had let out his frustration out on Hermione, had hurt her. He wanted to make her feel just some of the pain he was feeling.
Viktor stopped walking. He was stood outside his favourite pub- The Dragons Lair. He had walked without knowing where he was going and his feet had brought him here. He put his hand on the door knob.
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