A/N First Published FanFic... I am open to CONSTRUCTIVE critism, but I don't do this for a living, so please be kind!

If you don't know what constructive critism is, please look it up. Being told that something is painfully bad doesn't make a person feel very good.

Time Frame: During Goblet of Fire

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling... I do not own any of her characters, plot, etc. Anything you don't recognize, however, is from my imagination... (That includes Elisaveta, Katerina, Chavdar, and friends, as well as the basic plot and Borislava)

For Future Reference: Italics equals English Language

Warning: I have slightly changed the plot of GOF... nothing major really changes, though!


Recap: (Viktor's POV) Stomping onto the ship, I got one final glance at her, and saw what looked like a hurt and confused face. Passing it off as an act, I went to bed, falling into a dark empty sleep.


Elisaveta's POV

A few days later

The next morning I woke from a shallow, troubled sleep just as exhausted as when I had gone to bed the night before. I was beyond puzzled as to why Viktor had seemed so angry at me but he refused to speak. At first I concluded that it must have had something to do with Harry becoming a champion, but as time passed I had changed my mind.

With no particular plan for the day, I decided to head up to the castle and grab some breakfast. Taking my time to amble up the slope to the huge wooden doors, I tried to just relax and clear my mind. I had been stressing over the rift between Viktor and I for days, and I really just couldn't wrap my mind around it. I had slowly started to convince myself that it was payback… I had been awful to him for years, and I was beginning to think that he was paying me back for the years I had taken from our possible friendship.

I walked into the great hall, and upon spotting Harry and Hermione, went to go sit with them. Harry's friend Ron, for some reason, believed that Harry purposely became champion, and was avoiding him much like Viktor was me. Because of that, I had been spending more time with the two of them, and Katy when she wasn't with the guys.

After quietly greeting Harry and Hermione, I sat down and grabbed a piece of toast. Looking across the great hall, I glanced at the Slytherin table and spotted my brother, Katy, and Viktor. Chavdar and Katy appeared to be in the middle of an animated conversation, while Viktor looked sullen and angry, keeping to himself. As I analyzed him, he glanced up. I froze, wondering what he would do. He seemed to study me for a moment, before noticing who I was with. Once he saw my companions, his features distorted into an even more angry face before he looked away.

Unable to eat anymore, I rose from the table and headed out. As I left, I said goodbye to Harry and Hermione, who had been quiet through breakfast, and wished Harry good luck. Glancing over my shoulder once more at the other table, Chavdar hadn't even looked up once during the meal. Feeling depressed, I left the castle and went back to the ship.

Stressed as I was, I decided to go out for a fly, bringing my snitch to chase. Releasing it, I let it fly away before speeding off to catch it. After doing this repeatedly, I released it again, tossing it up in the air. It must have sensed my mood, because it then sped off into the trees of a dark, dense forest. After thinking for a few moments, I decided to go chase it. Little did I know what I would find.

Viktor's POV

It had been more than a week since I had last spoken to Elisaveta, and my anger had not dissipated. It seemed like every time I saw her, she was with the Boy-Who-Lived and his little friend.

I had noticed how much quieter she had gotten, though. She seemed more to herself, and had been avoiding me. I suppose I was ok with that, considering how I treated her when she tried to speak to me, but a small piece of me still protested every time I ignored her.

At breakfast this morning, I had looked up to see her staring blankly at our table, looking at Chavdar and Katerina before letting her gaze rest on me. I studied her for a moment, before noticing who she was with. Angry, I looked away.

A few moments later, I saw her rise to leave. She exchanged a few words with Potter and his friend before walking to the door. As she reached it, she looked over at our table a moment more, before turning away and leaving.

It was then that I noticed that neither her brother nor her best friend had even glanced at her this entire morning.

Sighing, I got up, bid farewell to Chavo and Katerina, who all but ignored me, and headed back to the ship before the wand weighing ceremony later that day.


A/N: Sorry about the length, I know it's short...

Thanks so much for all of the support and love. It has helped tremendously.

In Memory of Stephen, who's life was taken too soon at the age of 17.

Steve, we love you, rest in peace.

"Big Brother", you will never be forgotten.

R.I.P. Oct. 24, 2008