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Pairing" Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger

Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling

Famed Reporter Turned Prisoner!

By: Penelope Clearwater

For many centuries the three magical schools of Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Hogwarts had three champions compete in life-threatening games for eternal glory, fame, and fortune. This game is called the Tri-Wizard Tournament! These schools have discontinued the games until recently and instead of three champions, there are four!

Harry James Potter has been the unwilling champion for months and has have to deal with dragon attacks and his younger sister in a comatose like state in the Black Lake. While his sister is fine a bug had been discovered in her hair, and this was no water bug indigenous to this cold winter season or island. This beetle was discovered to be animagus Rita Skeeter.

Using her animagus form the reporter turned prisoner had spied in on many important meeting as well as many personal ones. Getting permission to ask for an interview with Harry and his sister Hermione, I was personally surprised to see that they agree. Though I was in for another shock when Viktor Krum was sitting in the same room as them, laughing and getting along as a regular teen. They acted as though he was another student at Hogwarts.

"So Harry, when Rita published her front page article on your family's affairs how did you feel?"

"To be honest I was infuriated when Hermione ran out the Great Hall crying. She had no business interfering with the Black and Potter family affairs."

"How so?"

"She never asked for permission to write about us like you did, and she took a small rumor made by a Slytherin girl and blew it out of proportion. And because of her Hermione had been the victim of verbal and even physical attack from fans of Viktor's and fans of mine."

"Hermione? What did you do when Rita was taken away by the Ministry?"

"Went to the library with Viktor."

Never had I met such a poised couple as Viktor and Hermione, both sat there holding each others hand while Harry sat content with his newly found sister.

"Viktor, there are rumors in the Prophet that you and Hermione are mates from her Siren status. Is that true?"

"I vill ansver but vill not be pleased if any harm is done her vay. Yes it is true but her pureblood nor her Siren status makes me luff her. I luff her because she saw me as Viktor not International Quidditch Star."

"I am sorry in advance if either of you find this offensive but, have either of you heard the rumors spread by Rita?"

Just as I thought, the two men blew their tops as they demanded to know what the rumors are.

"Vhat! I vant a full list of these rumors!", he yelled whereas Harry was more rational.

"Yes, I have and I have never been more disappointed that grown arse women could talk about a teenager like that! Hell even one of them sent a Howler at Hermione with Bubotuber Pus in it! She was in the hospital wing for days!"

By this point I had no reason to keep asking questions and congratulated the new couple on my way out. Also on another note Rita Skeeter had been sentenced to get the Dementor's Kiss for using her animagus to spy on Wizengamot meetings as well as Death Eater meetings. For when taken into custody, her jacket had been ripped in her effort to get away and the black tattoo had shone its evil rays on the world.

The question is in my eyes, if Sirius Black was Death Eater, like it had been stated, would he have been given a trial at all like Rita?

Needless to say her execution date is on the fourteenth of January.

Cheers arose from three of the four tables in the Great Hall this morning, for the corrupt reporter had finally gone down in flames. Her dark mark had the front page picture as she screamed into the camera as Aurors held her down.

Another round of applause sounded as Hermione flew through the air, her happiness for the truth had been broadcasted brightly to all in attendance. Her white wings carried her in the air gracefully as black wings erupted from Viktor as well.

All watched captivated as the flew effortlessly in the air, Viktor was ecstatic at the fact he didn't need to use a broom to feel free. He truly felt free whenever he was with Hermione, and since their first date Viktor had found himself using either is broom or his wings to meet her again. He was also proud that he finally got her to release her fear of the air and its height.

Although Viktor didn't have a halo he sported red tattoos that were the other half of her own swirls and curving tattoos. Unlike her he could put away his wings whereas she was stuck with them, he had heard tales of sirens cutting their wings off and burning their tattoos away to hid themselves in the pureblood society.

All tales and stories disgusted him.

Looking to his mate as she chased Nearly Headless Nick around in the air he found that pureblood society never mattered to him or his family. To him witched and wizards where all the same, but not all thought the same as he and his mother and father.

They flew around each other until the last student shuffled out the door with the mates straight behind her. A wad of letters clutched firmly in Hermione's hand as they flew past a furious Ron and a beaming Ginny.

~.~.~.

Hermione,

Your father and I have decided to disown you, but not because we hate you! Never hate you my heart, we want you to go and be with your half-brother Jarry, or was it Harry? You need a family that can support you fully but your father and I are going to federal prison because our dental practice held too much of a debt for us to pay off. We thought that if you are not legally our daughter in the Muggle world then the loan sharks wouldn't come after you.

I am writing this letter as the police knock on the door.

Always remember that we love you my little Hermia.

Your mother Mariana Granger.

Miss Black-Potter,

As fellow pureblood you have been invited to be represented by the House of Pucey, but it seems that my son, Adrian, has a deep infatuation for you and you must leave if you want any holding in the inner circle of society. Even though he is your senior two years it will be acceptable for you to live with him. It is extremely frowned upon for you to be in communication at all with the blood traitors and your half blooded brother.

In addition if you chose to live with the House of Pucey then an arrangement for you and Adrian to be married will occur at the end of your fifth year.

Yours truly,

Edward Pucey

To Miss Black-Potter

Since the current head of the esteemed House of Lestrange is in Azkaban then I will send this in his steed. I, Rabastian Lestrange, offer for you to be represented by our once esteemed House. In return you will be expected to become a well mannered pureblood lady. I mean no offense by the fact you were raised by filthy muggles, but I want to have a well rounded and mannered lady to represent.

It would be a great honor to house on of the last dozen Sirens on this planet.

Sincerely Awaiting Your Answer,

Rabastian Lestrange

Where some letters where short sweet and to the point others were dreadfully long, much to long for either to read at all.

Miss Black-Potter

While the years get longer Britain has begun to find itself without many self-respecting pureblood families anymore. To save the now raring blood we the House of Malfoy had made a proposition to you.

Regarding an old wizarding law, from the Laws of Merlin, a pureblooded young woman such as yourself cannot be a singular figure in a House that cannot represent you. The fact that your brother my be the other last Potter alive he is not pureblood nor is he of age to represent you.

Other house from all over the nation have begun to compete for the last remaining siren in Great Britain and it would be my pleasure as head of Malfoy to offer a space in my prestigious home to you. While I know you will have to chose from a house in Britain because the twelfth law in the Laws of Merlin state that you have to chose a new House in your homeland.

I honestly doubt that Sirius Black will be able to take you in since he is a convicted Death Eater.

My wife and son will eagerly await your arrival if you chose this House over all others and will forgive that fact that you were raised by muggles. With this in mind you will be retrained to adapt to our environment as well as drop Krum. He has proved to be the reason you can possibly die in the future.

The Dark Lord will return and either way there is no happy ending for you or anyone really.

The offer to join the House of Malfoy will be open to you at any time, even if you are with another family you do not approve of.

Yours,

The Lord of the Malfoys

Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione found herself crying on the shoulder of Viktor as he read the letters out to her. His blood boiled as the room Hermione lead them to changed into that of a large library.

"What will I do Viktor? I don't want to live with any of them at all! And Lucius is right about the twelfth law in the Laws of Merlin! No one out the country can help me now and all the family I got is in England," she hiccuped sadly as he held her on his lap.

Both had skipped an entire days worth of lessons which was unbeknownst for Hermione to do.

"I vill find a vay luff," Viktor said quietly as Hermione began to fall asleep, "I vill never stop until I find it."

Draco Malfoy hid quietly in the room as the two fell asleep, with only the other as their comfort. "I am so sorry for ever mentioning you name Hermione."

~.~.~.

Five year old Hermione sat in the mud as a bully by the name of Dudley beat her mercilessly. Tears mixed in with blood as her attacker threw mud at her face before kicking her brutally. The remains of her book on Shakespeare lay next to her as the boy with ragged black hair remain unconscious, the only sin he made was trying to protect her.

"Stupid bookworm! You should know that everyone in Little Whinging is normal! We don't need freak and bints like you and him!", the little gang of boys behind him grunted in agreement. The park was deserted all except for Petunia Dursley who acted ignorant behind the mask of a book when she watched the entire thing.

When Lily had died the last of the twins just faced her death like a common thing. She had heard from the old bastard freak Dumbassdoor that a child was born just months shy of Harry, and that was her legal niece. While she loved the idea of a niece the child was bound to be unusual like Harry.

So she instead threw all of her love on her husband and child. Not like it was a sin to do so.

"Mummy! Daddy!", the little girl screamed but Petunia payed no attention.

As Hermione cried the air around the group began to turn a frigid cold, blue runes trailed their way up her ground had begun to freeze over and the black haired boy's glasses frosted. Snow was beginning to fall in the deserted place as Hermione cried harder.

Soon she too had begun to freeze just like the boys around her, her lips tinged blue as the cold reached Petunia. Her screams rang through the neighborhood unheard due to a sound charm a hidden auror placed on the area. His squad had been called in when the bout of uncontrolled magic came in, but they were surprised to find the boy who lived and a glowing little girl get beat up then frozen.

Placing heating charms all around the immediate vicinity they began to carefully Obliviate certain memories from each victim and Petunia.

Leaving a full meal to the malnourished Boy Who Lived the aurors left, they did their job silently as all members of the park went on to do what they were doing. Harry and Hermione stole away from Petunia to eat the meal that had been left.

On a nearby tree was a message carved in runes, each a synonym for ice cold.

To be completely honest, I have an amazing plot for the story line that will mess everything you believed to be true. It is sort of different from other pureblood Hermione stories but each one I read revolved around Bellatrix being her Mom. So I hope this is really different from other Pureblood Hermione stories.

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