Quill Pal

by SuperPsychoNutcase

First year, Hermione Granger, and the rest of Hogwarts is encouraged to reach out to other Magical Schools to forge friendships. Hermione never expected to fall in love with a faceless man. When Viktor Krum arrives at Hogwarts, can Hermione overcome her fears and confess her feelings? Are they even returned? Let's not forget the Tri-Wizard Tournament!

2. Passage of Time

AN: Decided to edit and change up the story a little.

Chapter 2

Passage of Time

November 1, 1991

As my peers dropped their quill-pals, either by fighting with them or just losing interest, Viktor and I just got closer. For two months, he was the only friend I had. And he knew it. He didn't judge or taunt me. He didn't even care that I was muggleborn. He said he was happy speaking to me. That I was the smartest person he had ever had the pleasure of knowing. As time passed, I started to rely on his letters. Having no one to talk to was hard and I latched onto his friendship with both hands.

Everything was going great until the Halloween feast.

Viktor,

You will not believe what happened last night.

There was a troll in the school. On the third floor. How it got in is quite the mystery, but I have my theories. I nearly died last night. If it weren't for Harry Potter and the idiot, Ron Weasley, I would have been beaten to death.

No matter. Gryffindor has gained five points for 'sheer dumb luck' as Professor McGonagall had said. And my much abhorred rescue has earned me two new friends. Though Ron is a moronic, self-absorbed prat, I will put up with him for Harry's sake. Harry, however, is so thoughtful. Always worrying over me. I'm sure if you were here, you'd be hovering over me just as he's doing. Hopefully, I can talk him out of it soon.

How are your studies going? You must know so many spells. I bet you would have been able to take down that troll in a second. I hate myself for forgetting I had a wand.

I'm still tweaking my song, but I promise you'll hear it soon. I want it to be perfect. I want you to see the pictures I create with my sound. Tell me what you hear, yeah?

Yours truly,

Mimi

His response was immediate.

Mimi

How the hell did a troll find its way into Hogwarts? You could have been killed! Do not downplay this! And you are damn right I would be by your side! Trolls are no laughing matter! You should be more careful. You could have died, Mimi! If you die, who else am I going to talk to about anything other than Quidditch? I value your friendship, Mimi. I do not think I could ever be the same if you went and left me.

How is Harry, by the way? Is he still the Seeker for Gryffindor? I'm still quite shocked that they let a first year join a Quidditch team. For all its rules and regulations, it can be a dangerous game. One wrong move can send you off your broom and bludgers can cause a lot of damage. I learned that through experience.

As to my knowledge on magic, I doubt I could take down a troll. Do not beat yourself up, Mimi. Even your Professors would have had some trouble.

My grades are going great. I have to keep them above acceptable or they will pull me out of Quidditch. If you were here with me, I bet I would be top of the class. My friends are jealous, you know, that I have such a brilliant friend at my beck and call. Your advice on time tables really helped me get my schedule organized. I feel as if I can do anything.

I cannot wait to hear your music. I don't think you understand just how happy it makes me feel to know that I am the first person to hear your song. It is a great honor.

Best of luck in your Potions class. Is this Snape really so bad?

Yours,

Viktor

Back and forth we went. Everyday, every hour we could spare. He wrote to me about his dreams of becoming a professional Quidditch player and eventually an Auror while I talked about my ongoing investigation with The Boy Who Lived and my struggle of proving to everyone that I was more than a muggleborn. We truly heard the other's words and soothed each other's worries. Though he made his fear for me known, he never once abandoned me because I refused to stop helping my friend.

Viktor,

I hope you are having a wonderful winter break. How is your family doing? Did you get anything special for the holidays? My parents teamed up with Professor McGonagall to get me a set of advanced spell books. I can't wait to test them out when I get back to school. One of them is called the Patronus Charm. It is supposed to repel Dementors. You know what those are right, being in fourth year and all?

Harry decided to stay at the castle with Ron for the break. I am almost terrified at the amount of mischief those two could get into while I'm not there to admonish them for being stupid gits. You're staying out of trouble, aren't you?

Yours,

Mimi

/*\./*\

My dearest Mimi,

I had a nice holiday. My older brother has won what was assumed to be an open and shut case that turned out to be more complicated than that. He can not give any details, but he said that he knew his client was completely innocent and refused to give up. A broom maker has sent me a new model that he wants me to test out. I have ridden it and it is the fastest I have ever flown. It still needs tuning and testing, but he said it will be out in a few years. Mama and Papa got me a Bulgarian-to-English book so that I can really start learning english. I know a few phrases, but I wanted to learn for you. I've told them about you. My family, I mean. They think you are a wonderful, smart young lady with a bright future ahead of you. They would like to meet you one day.

I would like to meet you in person as well.

The Patronus Charm. I cannot say I have heard of it, but now you have got me curious. I will look into it when I get back to school.

With friends like yours, I would never leave them unsupervised. You are a good friend to watch over and take care of them. I hope they appreciate the gem they have. And yes, Mimi. I do my work and follow the rules like a good boy. All because I know you want me to stay out of trouble. And because Mama would kill me. But mostly for you.

Yours,

Viktor

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Dearest Viktor,

Winter break is over and I'm back to babysitting my so called friends. I am a bit irritated that both Ron and Harry had snuck out past curfew several times while I was away all for some blasted mirror! At least Harry's Invisibility Cloak, something his father used to own, kept them from being caught by Filch. During a Quidditch match, Harry's broom was jinxed by none other than Professor Snape! I saw it! Jinxes like that take eye contact and he wasn't blinking! I had to sneak into the teacher's seating area and set his robe on fire. Harry got control of his broom again and won Gryffindor the match. He is an amazing Seeker. He must have got his flying skills from his father. James Potter was a Chaser, you know. He won Gryffindor the Quidditch Cup every year he was on the team.

I'm about finished with the song and charms. No doubt you'll be getting it by the end of the week.

Please be safe.

Love,

Mimi

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Mimi

I'm starting to worry, too. Not for Harry, but for you. As to the jinx, are you certain it was Snape? From what I've gathered, Snape sounds like a very cunning man. To jinx someone out in the open where anyone can see does not sound like something a smart man would do. How would you get at someone, Hermione? Think! It is not wise to jump to conclusions without having all the facts. Was anyone else staring at Harry? You say he is the only first year with a broom. Could someone have placed a time or word activated curse on it? All it takes is a few moments to a trained hand.

As to your music, you would be laughing if you could see me now. My friends are doing it for you. I am so excited that my body cannot contain it. I am always moving now. Jittery as if I have downed five Pepper Up's.

Keep your eyes and ears open, Mimi.

Love,

Viktor

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Viktor

I'm sorry that I haven't written in awhile. Harry and Ron have kept me on my toes. Anyway, all of my doubts about Professor Snape have been blown away. A few months ago, the three of us stumbled into a… forbidden room containing a giant, three-headed, rather ill-tempered dog. Now don't get mad that I didn't tell you! Nothing happened, no one got hurt, so I saw no reason to needlessly worry you. Upon closer inspection, before we bolted out of the room, I saw it was standing on a trap door. It wasn't there merely to be there. It was guarding something!

Now get ready, Viktor. It's about to get complicated. I'm going to explain what I think is going on around here.

You've heard of the attempted break in at Gringotts, haven't you? Well Harry saw that vault! He was there when Hagrid legally took the parcel and said it was Hogwarts business. Upon hearing the name Nicholas Flamel noted in the paper, I've nearly driven myself crazy searching for him! I had seen the name before but couldn't for the life of me recall where! I finally found it, in a book I acquired for a bit of light reading, and we discovered what exactly was in that vault: the Sorcerer's Stone! You've heard of it, right? The Stone has the ability to turn any metal into pure gold and can produce the Elixir of Life; a potion that can make you immortal.

Now here is where it gets interesting. The day after the Troll incident, Harry said he saw Snape had wounded his leg. He claims that Snape had let the Troll into the school. Of course I thought he was being stupid at the time, as Snape isa teacher and a Potion Master and the Head of Slytherin so he could have acquired a wound in countless ways. Now I'm not so sure. Learning that Hogwarts is hiding the Sorcerer's Stone, it would be a siren's call to those who seek power. Yes, Snape could have gotten that wound from the three-headed beast, but something doesn't feel quite right. My gut is telling me I'm missing something, but what?

I finished the song for you. I'm so nervous I wasn't able to send it. I'm scared you'll laugh at me or not like it. I've only ever played for myself and my parents.

Love,

Mimi

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Mimi,

I am completely shocked to hear that your Headmaster has the Sorcerer's Stone in his possession. Pertaining to Snape, listen to your instinct. If it says he is innocent, then look for proof of it. Try looking at the situation from a different angle. Who else would benefit from having the Stone? Where was Snape when the Troll snuck in? Where was everyone else? You need more information, Mimi, information that cannot be found in the library. Observe your surroundings and note the behaviors of those around you.

Regarding the danger you have placed yourself in, you are most certainly in trouble! I have come to depend on your letters, Mimi. It would hurt me deeply if you were to get hurt and I would never forgive Harry for dragging you into it. However, I know that you are a brilliant, young witch and you will overcome whatever obstacle comes your way. You would make a very good student of Durmstrang. You should think of transferring.

Mimi, anything you make could never make me laugh. I will love what you send me. It embarresses me to say that I will most likely play it every night before I sleep.

Watch your back.

Love,

Viktor

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Dearest Viktor,

I hope you enjoyed my song. How did you like Crystallize? I hope it soothed your worries where my words did not. I am really sorry about not writing for the past week, though you haven't kept up with our correspondence either. I suppose you have finals to thank for that. My excuse is not as scholarly or safe.

You see, Harry decided that it would be an excellent idea to take the Stone before Snape did. And so, the three of us had to slip past the three headed beast which was put to sleep already by the use of a charmed harp. So we obviously weren't the first ones there. Then we fell into Devil's Snare. Harry and I got out fine, but I had to save a panicking Ronald. I will definitely be holding that against him. Next, we came upon a room filled with flying keys. The only way out was through a locked door. Harry had to use a broom that was left there to go chase the key. Then came the chess room. Bloody hell, Viktor! We had to play chess. Like REAL wizard's chess! As in getting cut down with VERY REAL swords! Thank goodness Ron is a master chess player, or Harry and I never would have gotten through. Ron had to sacrifice himself for us to win. He's fine if a little worse for wear. Harry and I had to continue on our own. The next room held a Mountain Troll. Another one! Thankfully, it had been knocked out already. The room stunk to high heavens, though.

The sixth room, I'm proud to say, was my domain! I had to use my knowledge and wits to solve Snape's riddle. It was a wonderful puzzle and I plan to thank him for the word problem. Unfortunately, there was only enough potion to get one person through the black flames guarding the door. I took the other to allow me to go back to get help. Harry tried to encourage me to go forward saying I was the smart one, but something told me it was him who had to face the final test. By the way, it turns out Snape wasn't the one trying to steal the Stone. It was Professor Quirrell! It makes sense as Harry said he wasn't in the Great Hall when the Troll slipped inside. I guess that means you were right.

In case you haven't guessed it yet, I am writing this in a bed under Madam Pomfrey's care. To be honest, there's no reason for me to be in the Hospital Wing. I'm perfectly fine. Just a few bruises and maybe a couple of cuts. I've had worse. I did tell you about the time I broke my arm in three places, right? I was horseback riding and the stallion I was riding got a bit frisky with the mare in front of us. Long story short; he got lucky and I got hurt. I don't blame Lightning Strike or Night Mare, but it was enough to scare me away from riding anything. Ever.

I have another song for you. I was inspired by our little stroll through the dungeons. It may take awhile before I can start on it. Madam Pomfrey is fretting over all three of us and the whole bloody school knows what we did.

Again, I'm so sorry for causing you to worry.

Love,

Mimi

He was not pleased.

Mimi!

That is where you have been?! Risking your life all to get a worthless Stone?! Do you know how worried I have been?! I cannot even begin to describe the all encompassing fear I felt as the days rolled by without a single word from you! I spent hours going over all of your previous letters, searching for a sign or a clue of your anger, wondering if I had pissed you off somehow. If I was not going over your letters, I was making myself sick thinking of all the things that could have happened to you to make you stop writing! Had the man, this Quirrell, hunting for the Stone killed you to keep the teachers from discovering his true intentions? Did Harry and Ron turn their backs on you? Had you been injured and left for dead in the Dark Forest? Every moment just thinking of you killed me inside! Make no mistake, I would be shaking you if I were there!

And yet,

For all the anger and worry and fear you put me through for the past week, I couldn't be more proud of you.

You did what even seventh year students in Durmstrang would not dare. You followed your friends into a dangerous situation just to keep them safe. You solved a riddle that would have stumped anybody else.

I am so damn proud of you, Mimi. I feel so honored to know I have a lady like you to call friend. To know that no matter what challenges I may face, I will always have you to call on and to guide me through it all with a smile on your face and a fire in your belly.

You are still in a lot of trouble, but what you did is still impressive.

If you ever scare me like that again, I will floo into Hogwarts and shake some sense into you.

I mean it.

Love always,

Viktor

P.S. I loved Crystallize.

Our correspondence didn't end there. We continued speaking with one another over the summer and into second and third year. No matter the situation, no matter the time, he was always there for me. I told him everything from my classes and failed attempts to make friends to my silly crush on Professor Lockhart.

Despite my promises not to leave him hanging ever again, it happened again second year. From the moment I brought up the attacks on muggleborns, he warned me to stay safe and vigilant. I was doing well at first, and then Harry got involved. People started accusing him of being the heir of Slytherin and petrifying the muggleborns of the school. I had to do something. I had to find the true monster. 'Borrowing' from Snape's cabinet, I managed to brew a Polyjuice Potion to allow the three of us to slip into the Slytherin dorms and search for the true heir. Viktor was proud of my accomplishment, however, things on my end went sour fast. I hesitantly told him of my accidental mix up with Bulstrode's hair and was relieved to hear that he hadn't found it funny. Viktor scolded me for making such a mistake saying that Polyjuice was not designed for human-to-animal transfigurations, yet also that he was very impressed that I had been able to brew such a difficult potion by myself. And then the day came when I went to the library, alone at night, to confirm my suspicions. I had only just managed to send him a small message declaring that the monster attacking students was a Basilisk and that I had to inform the teachers right away when it happened to me.

One minute I was walking down the hall, peeking around the corner with my mirror, and the next I see two yellow eyes.

I floated weightless in a sea darkness until I was pulled from my snake induced slumber by none other than Professor Snape. The Potion Master dressed me down, saying that I deserved what I got for I should have known better than to wander the castle halls alone past curfew. He left soon after and Madam Pomfrey handed me a tall stack of letters with a small smile. "Someone was rather worried about you. A letter came for you everyday you've been under." Right as she finished, magical fire flared into existence in front of me and a rolled up parchment sealed with wax dropped into my lap. "Just like that. Might want to let your admirer know that you're awake before that quill pal of yours storms the castle."

I went through each letter, guilt and shame weighing on my racing heart with each heartfelt plea.

Mimi

A Basilisk is one of the most dangerous beasts in the world! Be extra careful and do not travel by yourself. It would kill me if anything happened to you.

One of my friends overheard one of your songs to me and made me play them all. He thinks you are very talented. He stole the letters from me and played them in the dining hall. All of Durmstrang awaits eagerly for your next creation. Sorry.

Viktor.

Mimi

How does that Lockhart feel knowing that the most brilliant witch in the world was the one to discover the monster roaming the halls? I would have paid good money to see his face when he realized he had been outsmarted. Please be cautious and stay close to your friends. Write to me as soon as you're able.

Viktor.

Mimi

Please respond. You are starting to scare me.

Mimi, answer me! This is not funny!

Mimi, please! Where are you?!

Mimi! I am begging you! Answer me!

If I do not get a reply by evening, I am breaking into Hogwarts to see you.

I am forbidden from leaving the school grounds. On the bright side, it took seven professors to subdue me. So my pride is still intact.

I play your music every night and pray to the Gods that you are petrified. Please wake up soon.

I miss you, Mimi. Please be alright.

No less than thirty one notes, all saying the same thing. Though I felt bad for causing him so much distress, I couldn't help the swelling of my heart. He still wrote to me everyday. He never gave up hope that I was okay. He was willing to travel all the way to Hogwarts just to see me. I'm sure Harry would have done the same thing in his shoes. Ron… maybe not so much. He's more Harry's friend than mine. I get the distinct impression he puts up with me only because I'm someone to copy off of and Harry enjoys my company. Maybe.

I hurried to pen a reply before leaving to change out of my dirty robes and into a fresh uniform. As I was leaving the common room, a letter appeared out of thin air. I caught it eagerly and rushed to open it.

Mimi!

Thank the gods you are alright! I have been worrying myself sick over you! What did I say about being careful!? Do you know what this past month has been like for me?! Over half the school was looking at me with pity believing you had died while the rest said that you had just gotten tired of me and lied about the Basilisk to get out of writing to me! I had to run out of the dining hall so I wouldn't break down in tears in front of them when I finally got your letter at breakfast. That's twice now that you have done this! Make me a promise that there will not be a third time or I will storm Hogwarts, Headmasters and professors be damned.

I missed you.

Viktor

Though I was anxious to go to the Great Hall and see Harry again (and eat), I responded immediately to my first magical, and to be honest ever, friend.

My dearest Viktor,

I am so terribly sorry for what I put you through. Harry was being ostracized for something he didn't do and I had to help him. I was being as careful as I could, but I guess I was to distracted by my discovery. Harry killed it by the way. The Basilisk I mean. Madam Pomfrey told me before allowing me to leave the Hospital Wing. I will be having words with him. While what I did was rather careless, Harry was just plain stupid. Basilisks are very dangerous creatures and he waltzed right into its den as if he were invited to a tea party. I'll knock some sense into him later.

I'm already planning my next song. I know you'll love this one.

Love,

Mimi

The summer before third year was alright. I met William, aka Bill, Weasley as he was there to welcome Ginny home from her first year at Hogwarts. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that she was possessed by a book and nearly died. He was a sweet, soft spoken man with a rather pretty face. Mother and Father immediately picked me up and whisked me home to repack for our trip to France. My parents and I talked excitedly about the beach house they had rented and all the fun tours they had planned. We went hiking, zip-lining, shopping, cave diving, and snorkeling. That was the most memorable outing. A Great White shark, easily a 19 footer, crashed the party and sent the tour group screaming back to the boat. Being that I was under water, I didn't hear my parents and everyone else yelling at me. If it weren't for my magic, I'm sure I would have been its chew toy. Instead, I got to ride on its back while waving at the awestruck onlookers. Dad got it on camera to watch and show off to his friends. Mother was anxious to keep me out of the water for the rest of the trip. When I wrote to Viktor about it, he was just as upset if impressed. He let me off with a warning to stay the hell out of the ocean. By the time we returned home, mum had stopped hovering over me and it was time to prepare for a new year at Hogwarts.

Third year kicked off with a bang with the train screeching to a halt and was boarded by the specter-like Dementors. Thankfully, I had learned long ago of the charm to send them scampering off. I even had help from the somewhat scruffy man sleeping in the corner. Mr. Remus Lupin praised me for my perfect casting and flawless charm, saying that he'd never seen one so young cast a full-bodied Patronus, nor had he seen one so impressive. My corporeal Gryphon and I preened under the attention. He left us with some chocolate before leaving to speak with the conductor. We found out later that Dementors would be 'guarding' the school in hopes of catching Sirius Black, an Azkaban escapee that is rumored to be after Harry. I swore then and there to protect my friend. Again. I wrote to Viktor, telling him off the situation. His response was quick and messy.

Mimi

Is it you that is attracting danger, or is it your friend? I would demand that you avoid Harry at all costs if I did not know just how loyal and stubborn you can be. With that in mind, keep your eyes open and your friend close. Teach him the Patronus Charm if you must so that he may defend himself, but watch his back. As for you, please do not do anything stupid. I will hunt you down and lock you in my room. Have you transferred here to Durmstrang. Even with your muggle bloodline, I am certain Karkaroff would gladly take a brilliant student like you.

When will I get another song? My classmates remember you and they keep bugging me to make you send more. You are very popular here.

Viktor

And on it went again. I know I had promised Professor McGonagall that I wouldn't tell anyone about my Time Turner, but Viktor wasn't just anyone. He was… is my best friend. He thought it was cool at first but started to worry as time went by and my incredibly full time table and the lack of sleep was starting to get to me. I also had to deal with Malfoy and his gang, trying to incite Harry's interest in learning the Patronus Charm, writing a new song with lyrics this time around, and just keeping the boys out of trouble.

Viktor,

I'm fine. Honestly. I'll just use the weekends to catch up on sleep. I've given up on trying to get Harry to practice the Patronus Charm. If he doesn't want to learn, then I'm not going to force him. Especially when I could be doing homework or sleeping. Or working on my latest project. I'm very nervous about this song. It's my first time attempting lyrics. I beg you to keep it to yourself, listen to it alone, before showing anyone else. I am singing of course. I don't trust anyone not to make fun of me. I went to Hogsmeade for a few things yesterday. I had to sneak into a shop to buy more rosin. I saw a beautiful violin hanging on the wall, but it was much too expensive. Besides, mum and dad got me a new violin as a late birthday gift. My old one was getting too small.

So how is sixth year treating you?

Mimi

Despite the ominous guards encircling the grounds, I still managed to do my work and spend time with Harry. Then everything went into a downward spiral during the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff. It was raining. Storming really, and Harry was chasing the Snitch when the Dementors attacked without warning. Not only did Gryffindor lose the match, much to Ron's despair, but Harry's broom was completely destroyed. Nearly everyone in our House felt for Harry. He had that broom since first year and was with him through every victory. Harry's mood lifted tremendously when he received a Firebolt through the mail. While he, Ron, and the rest of Gryffindor couldn't care less about who had sent it, I was not so negligent. I immediately went to Professor McGonagall and told her of the broom was sent from a nameless admirer and could be cursed. The moment Harry had his broom confiscated, he and his redheaded shadow hunted me down. They tore into me for telling our Head of House.

Though Harry's blatant hurt made me feel guilty, Ron's fury had me on the defensive. He was already short tempered due to my Crookshanks always chasing after his rodent, and the Firebolt fiasco caused him to finally snap. More so than he already does, anyway.

"Why did you go running off to McGonagall?!"

I snapped my book closed and stood to face the to red faced, and very angry, boys. "If you two would use your heads, you would have realized that receiving such an expensive gift through the mail from an unknown sender is dangerous. What if Sirius Black had sent that Firebolt? He could have put a jinx on that broom! Or worse!"

Harry clenched his hair in frustration. "How?! Sirius is a wanted man! What? Did he stroll into a Quidditch supply store a buy the most expensive broom they had?!"

"Looks like you're the dumb one this time!" Ron sneered at me.

My eyes burned with the need to shed tears, but I couldn't cry in front of them. I couldn't. "I'm just being cautious! There may or may not be a jinx on that broom, but it doesn't hurt to have it checked! Especially since it came from an unknown source!"

Just like that, I was an outcast once more. The only one who still spoke to me was Viktor. And Neville, but he only talked to me when we were alone. My only comfort was found in the mixture of strange Bulgarian and english words sent to me by my friend at Durmstrang. Crookshanks provided me a few cuddle sessions, but he didn't spend much time with me. On the plus side, I had a lot more time for studying and playing my violin. I even played for Hagrid when I saw just how hard he was taking Buckbeak's pending trial. Nothing new, as I promised Viktor he would always be the first to hear my music, but an older, uplifting tune to cheer him up. Hagrid smiled through tears when I finished. "That was beau'itful, Hermione. I didn' know you could play."

I shrugged and packed my violin away. "It's not something I advertise. A lot of people here pick on me. I don't want to give them something new to criticize. My music is too precious to me." I closed the case, feeling more isolated than before. "I have given everything for Harry and Ronald, no matter how much his words hurt. I go over their homework, offer to tutor them, allow them to drag me around the castle only to get in trouble. I have faced a Basilisk because I was search of answers for Harry. I nearly gave my life for those boys and now they are throwing my friendship back in my face all over a bloody broom sent by who knows who! What if it is from Sirius Black! If that broom had been jinxed and Harry had flown it in his excitement….!" I heaved a sigh and looked up at the groundkeeper. "Did I do the right thing, Hagrid?"

"Well, o' course you did!" He declared with vehemence. "Why, I bet they would've done ther same thing if someone 'ad sent you a pricey book!"

I snorted and collected my books on wizard law pertaining to XXX class pets and above. "Not likely. They would have said it served me right sticking my nose into strange books from secret senders. Everyone else would've agreed and laughed at me. You know, no one is talking to me anymore. I swear the only reason I had friends was because Harry spent time with me and called me friend. Now that he's mad at me, so is everyone else. The only friend I have is Viktor and he's not even here. And you, of course, Hagrid."

I left soon after to cry in private. This whole broom business is bringing back memories of my childhood. I continued to write to Viktor, hugging his letters to my chest in gratitude for the comfort he provided.

Mimi

I have counted each tear stain that have dropped in your letters. I plan on punching those boys for each one shed.

It hurts me to know how sad you are over something so stupid. My friends and teachers agree as well. As much as I hate those boys at the moment, I know they will realize it too. Just give it time.

I hope you are almost finished with your new song. I am dying to hear it.

All my love,

Viktor

Viktor was right. Things started getting better after Harry got his broom back. Malfoy was seething with jealousy and Wood was practically vibrating in his seat. Harry and Ron approached me after breakfast in an attempt to make up. Then everything went to hell when Ron came storming downstairs claiming that my Crookshanks had eaten his mangy rat. Harry took his side, as I knew he would, and the wedge between us was larger than ever. Harry won the match for Gryffindor, despite Chang's attempts to slow him or Malfoy's sad excuse for a prank. I watched the match by myself from the ground with nothing but a mangy dog for company. The poor thing looked absolutely wretched, so I shared my snacks with him. His tail wagged at such a rapid pace I could barely see it and the dog kisses were plentiful and ticklish. I left him with a hope that I could see him again. He was such a sweet boy. I don't know why he was a stray. If it wasn't against the rules, I would have brought him inside and kept him as another familiar. Maybe I can ask Professor Lupin to look after him. They are both canines anyway.

Viktor was shocked when I told him about Snape's subtle warning to us students that our current Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was a werewolf. Though the discovery startled him, he wasn't scared. Apparently, Bulgaria had a different mindset concerning werewolves.

It's true that werewolves are dangerous, but only for three days a month. They are people, too. They just get hairier and grumpy under a full moon. One of my classmates is a werewolf and he is always grumpy.

Lycanthropy doesn't make one evil, Mimi. What if I was a werewolf? Would you think me evil?

I was heading for my secret room, clutching Hagrid's tear stained letter in one hand and my violin case in the other, when it happened.

Harry got caught with the map. By Snape.

I knew it was bound to happen sometime. Harry wasn't exactly one for thinking things through. He was a boy of action, ruled by his emotions in the worst of ways.

He was the reason I was pulled into danger and mischief all while Ron eggs him on from the sidelines.

Of course I followed after them, using the Disillusionment Charm to stay hidden. I slipped inside behind Harry, narrowly avoiding getting caught by the door. I held my violin case close to my chest and shuffled silently around the room to stand beside Snape's desk. The office was poorly lit but very tidy. I expected nothing less from a man like Snape.

I stood there, quiet as a mouse, and listened with disappointment as Harry was interrogated by Snape. I was shocked by just how incredibly stupid Harry had been getting caught, by Malfoy no less. Not only that, but he was also forced to hand over the bloody Map as well. At least something good came out of this. That Map should have been destroyed! Harry didn't seem to realize that it could lead Sirius Black straight to him if he ever got his hands on it! Then things got really interesting when Professor Snape summoned Lupin. The thinly veiled hatred, the comments, had me gasping.

Professor Lupin was a Marauder.

As soon as Lupin, Harry, and Ron who had burst in to defend Harry had left, Snape addressed me. "I know you're there! Reveal yourself!"

I dropped the spell and stood before him ashamed of being caught and curious for more answers. "Forgive me, Professor. I saw you and Harry and I knew he'd been caught with that bloody Map. I told him to turn it in, but…"

His sneer lifted, somewhat, in surprise. "Map? That bit of parchment was a map?"

I nodded. "The Marauder's Map. I first learned of it when Harry had… gotten it from Fred and George. I demanded that he turn it in! It could be dangerous in the wrong hands, but he and Ron don't see that! They only see a Map that shows them where everyone is at any given time! At least now it will be locked away."

Snape stared down at me with much less disdain than he usually showed. "Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley are typical Gryffindor dunderheads. Ruled by their emotions and jumping into situations head first without thinking. You should have reported it at once."

I looked down at my feet. "I know I should have, but Harry was happy and Ron was mad at me for purchasing Crookshanks. Not that it matters now. Both of them hate me since Ron claims that Crooks ate his dirty rodent and Harry is taking his side."

"Do not mourn the loss of friends like them. In my opinion, you're better off without them." My head jerked up to gawk at him, lounging in his leather, wingback chair and acting as if he hadn't given me what sounded like a… compliment! "Off you go, then."

I was so shocked, I left his office without questioning him about Lupin and his part in the so-called Marauders.

It wasn't until after Ron had seen Sirius standing over him with a knife that I made the connection. I had burst into Snape's office and began questioning him. I had meant to confront him as soon as I heard Lupin's secret, but had been too shocked by Snape's not-so-hostile behavior.

"Professor Lupin was a Marauder, right?"

He looked up from marking essays. "About time, Miss Granger."

I secured the door behind me and collapsed into a chair. "Yes. And guessing from the strange nicknames and his… disease, I'm guessing he was referred to as Moony."

"I have to say I'm rather impressed, though it took you awhile. I do believe that the company you used to keep has killed off a few of your brain cells." He didn't sound sarcastic at all, but his ever-present sneer was in place. He sat up in his chair, leaning back and crossing his legs, the perfect picture of relaxed satisfaction. "What else have you noticed?"

"The other three nicknames are rather odd. Considering them and the fact that werewolves are known to attack humans yet avoid animals, I think that perhaps the Marauders must have been Animagi! Prongs must have been something with antlers! Like a moose or a…"

"A stag?" Snape said slowly.

I nodded in agreement. "Yes! Padfoot is a little tricker. Many creatures have padded feet. Dogs, cats, certain types of rodents. It could be any number of those or more and all from different species. It could range from a normal, domesticated tabby to a wild coyote. However, Wormtail was easy to deduce: a rat!"

Snape rested his steepled hands on the desk in front of him. "Very good, Miss Granger, though I am disappointed in how long it took you. Perhaps I was right. Just being in Potter and Weasley's presence is enough to kill off brain cells."

I ignored the dig at my… friends and followed my trail of thought. "The question is which is which? Professor Lupin is Moony, so who were the others? And with that in mind, why was Sirius cutting up Ron's curtains? Dog, cat, or… whatever Padfoot is, he should have been able to scent the difference between Harry and Ron's bunks. I'm not an Animagus and even I know those two smell nothing alike. Maybe Sirius is Wormtail! It makes sense! That would explain how he has slipped out of Gryffindor Tower twice now without getting caught!"

Snape tapped his knuckles, watching me in total silence, the corners of his lips twitching, before nodding to himself. "I think this requires a bit more investigation on your part, Miss Granger. I am… not in a position that allows the divulging of such information, however, Mr. Lupin is not sworn to secrecy as I am."

And so I did. After informing Viktor of my theories, of course.

Mimi

I am considering transferring to Hogwarts next year. The only exciting things we experience here are snowstorms and Quidditch.

You have faced much worse than this and I have faith that you will solve this puzzle, but please be careful. Basilisks cannot throw curses. Wizards can. I would feel a lot better if Harry and Ron would be with you, but they are being… complete and utter dicks stupid, dumb jerks. I'll contact my brother and ask him for tips when hunting down a supposed madman and murderer.

Stay Safe,

Viktor

My heart skipped a beat. Viktor wasn't going to try to stop me. In fact, he was getting his Auror brother to give him/me advice. It felt good to know that Viktor had so much faith in me. I didn't even take offense to him being upset that I was on my own. He just wanted me to be safe.

But I am alone. Ron isn't speaking to me and Harry is following his lead.

I confronted Professor Lupin in his classroom while everyone was at Hogsmeade.

"Oh! Miss Granger! Aren't you supposed to be down at Hogsmeade?"

"I haven't gone at all this year, save one or two trips for some things I needed. I stay behind so Harry won't feel left out, not that he took my feelings into consideration and snuck into Hogsmeade anyway, but that's not why I'm here. I have a few questions that I'd like you to answer, Moony."

The man stiffened in his seat, slowly raising his gaze from the homework he was marking. "Where did you… Snape."

"I figured it out on my own. This has nothing to do with Professor Snape." I took a seat in one of the empty desks in the front of the room. Where I usually sit. "First, I want to know who was who. Who was Prongs? Who was Padfoot? And who was Wormtail? Second, I want to know what Padfoot was exactly. Prongs and Wormtail were easy, but many animals have padded feet."

Lupin gawked at me for a few seconds before shaking his head and returning to his work. "I am not at liberty to discuss my past with a student. Please leave and…"

I cut him off. "Strange name Moony. You know, out of all the Marauders, you were the easiest to figure out. I'll bet that it was your condition that inspired your friends to learn the art of the Animagus."

He slumped in defeat. "It was a long time ago. Padfoot, Sirius, is a dog. A big, black one. We dubbed James Prongs as he could never seem to manage maneuvering anywhere when his antlers sprouted out of his head. He got stuck in everything from doors to branches. Peter was Wormtail; a rat. We'd send him out to spy nearly everyone. He nearly lost his life when Sirius sent him into the girl's lavatory. All we heard was their screaming before Sirius came to their rescue. He was glorified for weeks for being 'so brave to take on the nasty rat!'. He became very popular. Well, eve more so really. He was already favored among the girls." The man's already sallow face became grim as he went through once pleasant memories tainted by betrayal.

However, I couldn't have cared less about the Marauder's schemes. "Wait. Sirius was a dog? So he isn't Wormtail?" Then how in the hell had he been able to slip out of the Tower without notice? A rat was disgusting and small, therefore unseen. A dog was a bit harder to ignore. Especially a big, black one.

Remus snorted. "Yes, Sirius is a dog. Let me tell you, we were not surprised by that fact. He always was a skirt hound."

I left soon after, divulging everything I had learned to Viktor.

You're right, Mimi. Something is not right and things are not adding up. My brother is an Animagus, a red tailed hawk, and his vision is just as sharp in human form as it is in bird. I figure the same can be said for a dog Animagus, and dogs are the go-to animals for tracking. He definitely would have been able to tell the difference between Harry and Ronald. Besides, dogs are praised for being the most loyal of all the beasts. A dog would not turn on his master, or friends in this case, without just cause.

As long as you are cautious, I have no problem with you investigating further. But please don't give me a repeat the past two years, yes? Promise?

Viktor

It didn't take me long. With the shocking help of Crookshanks I was able to find and question Sirius Black. He was dirty, unkempt, and half-crazed, but he was more than forthcoming. That isn't to say I took him at his word alone. A trip into Snape's personal store provided me a small vial of Veritaserum. Two drops had him spilling everything about that Halloween night, and a few things I could have lived happily for the rest of my life without ever knowing ever. And with his and my cat's hunting skills, it was easy to herd Pettigrew into place.

The true culprit, the murderer of James and Lily Potter and a few dozen innocent muggles, was finally apprehended. I delivered the rat to Professor Snape and let him handle the turncoat.

The Aurors were summoned. Sirius, Pettigrew, and Snape were escorted to the Ministry for questioning. Sirius finally got his trial and was freed while Pettigrew was found guilty and sentenced to life in Azkaban.

Professor Snape was in the paper the next morning.

"Wow! I can't believe Pettigrew was alive this whole time!"

Pettigrew was all anyone would talk about. Sirius was granted custody of Harry and there was much rejoicing on both their parts. The old dog seemed huffy that Snape got credit for the rat's capture, but I assured him I didn't want the fame. Harry and his godfather welcomed me to their abode for a custody party. Though tempting, my family was taking a trip around Europe this summer and I knew Harry would like some one-on-one time with the man that should have been his guardian since the day he became an orphan. Ron was probably not going to be as considerate.

Speaking of the redheaded menace, Ron was still avoiding me. I thought he'd be happy now that his rat was revealed to be a middle-aged man and was, in fact, not eaten by my cat, but oh was I wrong.

He was spitting mad.

At first I thought it was because he had been caring for his murderer of Harry's parents, but that was not the case.

I soon realized the problem was that he didn't realize it sooner. He raged about how he could have been rich if he had been the one to turn in Pettigrew. He would pace back and forth in the common room, ranting that it was his pet rat and he should get credit for keeping it alive. I almost commented that it was Percy's rat first, but refrained from adding fuel to the fire.

Ron had grown a bit (huge) of an identity complex the longer he remained friends with The Boy Who Lived and the brightest witch of the age, and I made the mistake of saying that I had caught Pettigrew and let Snape take the credit.

Ron had screamed at me, bellowed in my face about being such an attention-hungry swat.

'Why didn't you tell me?! It was my rat! I deserved to know! I should've been the one to turn 'im in! And why give the fame to the greasy bat?! You are such an attention seeking slag!'

The corners of my eyes burned. I thought he knew me better than that. I didn't was the press to hound me once I stepped out of the castle grounds like they did SNape before he frightened them off.

'Why don't you let someone else do great things for a change?'

I snorted and wiped the gathering tears away in anger. Like who? Him? Ron is a lazy prick whose only focus was on Quidditch and when he would receive his next meal. He doesn't work hard like I do. I'm not topping all of my classes because I'm lucky. All of my O's are the results of long nights of editing homework and uncountable hours of reading through the library books.

My throat tightened and the sobs began.

What did I do to deserve his criticism? It's not my fault he didn't piece together the clues for himself.

I get that he is one of seven children, the youngest of six boys. All of his brothers are all talented and successful in their fields. Bill was Head Boy and an excellent Curse-Breaker currently working in Egypt. Charlie, though not a Head Boy, had been a Prefect and was Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain and Seeker (and a bloody good one if the trophy room was to be trusted). Percy is Head Boy this year and received 12 OWLS just as Bill did. Fred and George were both incredibly smart, but focused all their attention on their little inventions. Both were, I begrudgingly admit though I'll never say aloud, excellent pranksters and rather funny. I have no doubt that they will have the greatest prank shop in history and will probably put Zonkos out of business.

Though I have no siblings of my own, I do somewhat understand that Ron feels like he is standing in the shadows of his brothers, and even Harry, but that does not give him the excuse to act like a right tosser!

I was on my own. Again. Neville would smile and greet me, I was still left to my own devices. Snape treated me no differently, though I swear I saw a hint of respect in his eyes that day in his office. He didn't display his Order of Merlin like I thought he would, and he didn't give any clue as to why. Oh well. It's his medallion. He's free to do with it as he pleases.

The only thing that didn't change were my letters. Viktor couldn't have cared less about my fame being that he had played on a professional Quidditch Team last summer and was about to be announced as Bulgaria's Seeker this summer. He is going global.

Mimi,

You wouldn't have figured it out without his help and you feel he earned the honor. I understand why you let Snape take the credit. The press won't leave me alone. Still, I know the truth of what happened and I'm proud of you. My brother is impressed with you. As are my parents.

I the picture that you sent me.

Remember that time when you said you were ugly?

I have to disagree with you.

I think you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen.

I especially love your hair.

Anyway, I wish to ask you a favor. The National Bulgarian Team offered me tickets for my family to attend and one extra for someone special for every single game. I am hoping that you will be my someone special.

Love,

Viktor