Author's Note: Sorry, another really short one. But don't worry, I'll put the new chapter up tomorrow. Thanks to everyone that reviewed, so, read this now and enjoy it!

Disclaimer: It all belongs to J.K. Rowling, except the plot and Krum's friend Dimitri. He is MINE! ALL MINE! Mwahahahahahaha...

The Secret Diary of Viktor Krum

I haven't written in ages. I'm too busy thinking about the Triwizard Tournament. I still can't believe it. I'm in the Tournament. Everyone thinks I can do more than just play Quidditch! I'm going to let them all down. If only I had more than one talent, then I might have a chance of winning this Tournament, and that might impress Seamus.

Apparently, the first task is a dragon. Karkaroff told me. It's cheating, but I don't really care. At least I'll have a chance to prepare, then I can impress my Seamus. At least, that's what I thought. The task is tomorrow and I still don't know what I should do. The others, Harry Potter – I still can't understand how he got in – Fleur and that Diggory guy are going round looking so composed, so sure of themselves, like they know exactly what they're going to do.

I'm going to lose this Tournament. I don't know what to do! I'll just stand there, clutching my wand, while a dragon breathes fire at me. Or I'll do something stupid, make a fool of myself, get myself killed, then Seamus will never care about me. He'll just see me as the weirdo Durmstrang guy who tragically died in the Triwizard Tournament. Or maybe the weirdo famous Quidditch player who tragically died in the Triwizard Tournament. Whatever, he won't remember me as anyone special.

Oh, this is like before the World Cup. I'm just writing down all my fears and making it worse. I can imagine Seamus sitting beside me though, with his arms round me, telling me it'll be alright. That's a better image.