Thanks for reviewing to the last chapter everyone! If any of you have noticed this story is no longer compliant to any of the books past The Goblet of Fire.
Pairing: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
Rating: MA
Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
"What happened to Ron?", Hermione asked as the red haired Weasley limped into the Great Hall. His face was bruised, cut, and even had a broken nose. His hair had been cut unevenly and his arm was in a sling from Madame Pomfrey.
Harry shrugged before returning to his food, a light smile on his face as he did so.
"Harry? I think you know what happened."
"Mione! Would I lie to you?", he asked feigning a a heartbroken feeling as he put a bandaged hand over his heart. She only glared at him in response, "Well then, why do both of your hands have bandages over them?"
He chuckled before admitting defeat, "Well you got me there Mione. But it was his fault I did that to him." Seamus and Neville gawked at Harry, but that didn't deter him from his breakfast. Fred and George looked at the fourth year with much admiration, before getting up and bowing to him.
"Wicked! I think we have to thank you-"
"For setting Ickle Ronniekins-"
"Straight for once! If we did that-"
"Then we'd get a Howler from Mum!", they finished together. A wide grin on their face as they congratulated Harry for finally giving Ron what he deserved. Hermione giggled as she watched the trio laugh, it had been far too long since they got a nice morning. It seemed to get better and better as the minutes passed.
The bench next to her creaked as it indicated that someone had sat down, and hearing the baritone voice of her mate put Hermione into a greater mood. "Hello luff," he said pleasantly as he gathered food onto his plate.
"Good morning Viktor! How was your night?", she asked even though she knew the answer. A sly smile on her face as she got some coffee for the Bulgarian suggested that she knew exactly how his night went, but the others around her thought she was genuinely curious.
Smirking into the cup of coffee he said, "It vas better than most. Though I am no closer to find out vhat third task is."
Harry nodded as he swatted the Weasley twins away from him, "Well if Ron deserves getting hit then do it." Viktor looked at him in surprise, he was the one that did that to Ron?
"You are the vone to do that to Veasle?", he asked, having a hard time pronouncing the Weasley name. His English was slowly getting better but it was still rough due to his upbringing in the Bulgarian language. His mate was silently laughing as Harry explained in detail what had happened.
"Vhat did he do to make you this mad comrade?"
Harry looked at the surrounding students before looking down, "He wanted to hurt Hermione. And she's one of the only family I've left. I won't allow it, you can understand right?" He pleaded to them, his green eyes filled with sorrow, and because of that they couldn't help but to believe him.
"I would have done so as well mate, he had no right doing all that to Hermione. Much less reading all her letters out to all of Hogwarts and the other schools," Neville said as he refilled his pumpkin juice. Seamus growled as he watched Ron on the other side of the table, stuffing his face as usual.
"Looks like he doesn't care," he commented idly before returning to his food.
"Doesn't matter to him, but it will soon. I won't tolerate any attacks on Hermione, and I think Viktor agrees."
"Da, he vill not like consequences," Viktor said before standing. His plate of food gone, a smile on his face now.
"Vho vants to play Quidditch, and I know you haff first class open," he asked as multiple Gryffindors and Durmstrang students stood. "I vill varn you though, Hermi-own-ninny is very good Chaser," he yelled with a laugh before racing out the Great Hall with Hermione and Harry hot on his heels.
The teachers only smiled as they watched the two schools get together, while a certain Weasley and Headmaster glowered. It had been a while since they seen the students get along like this.
Hermione and Viktor took flight as students began to 'Accio' their respective brooms, and while the couple played with the Quaffle a crowd began to form. They watched as Hermione and Viktor flew around majestically, it wasn't everyday they came out to play Quidditch since Hermione was getting swamped with homework.
"We're ready 'Mione, Viktor!", Harry yelled to the couple as they flew around.
"All right! I'm on Harry's team!", Hermione yelled as Viktor looked sad. "Come on Viktor, you're an international player, and Harry is a school player. I'll play on your team like I did last time," she told him. He couldn't help but smile.
"I vas hoping to guilt you into playing on my team!"
"You're evil!", she giggled, before flying to her place next to George and Alicia.
Seamus stepped out onto the pitch between them, a whistle he conjured in his hand.
"Alright mates! Clean game, anything else will get your arse a foul! No fighting, and play hard!", he yelled before he threw the Quaffle into the air. When Hermione darted towards it all had known that the games had begun, and it was gonna be tough.
No one noticed the tall shagged dog watching from one of the bleachers in the pitch.
~.~.~
"Today we will be learning about Amortentia. Who here can tell me what it is and the effects it can cause to a siren?", the greasy haired professor ordered as he stalked his way to the front of the class. His eyes ran over the crowd of fourth years before landing on Hermione, who never raised her hand.
"Miss Black-Potter! What is Amortentia and what can it do to people like you?"
She fumbled her fingers under the station before saying, "Amortentia is the world's strongest love potion, and it can cause the untimely death of a siren if consumed through the blood stream and ingestion." He turned his nose into the air as he stared down at the siren.
"What makes it so lethal?"
"A siren has one mate in her life, and she depends on him for magic and support. The effect of using love potion is destructive because it makes her reject her mate's magic. Thus killing her."
Snape sneered as she answered all in an orderly and correct fashion, then he saw a small detail he had never noticed before. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, not the hazel of his childhood tormentor. But the brown of one of his few friends, Lyra.
"Five points to Gryffindor. ! Tell me what is the most important factor used in the love potion's brewing!", he yelled as the students sat shell-shocked. Did he really give house points to someone in another house? Most importantly a Gryffindor!
As Ron was unable to answer he got the brunt of Snape's sudden fury, "Detention for coming ill-prepared to class, and for doodling and a parchment me in a tutu." Snickers were heard all around as the red-head blushed furiously, a shade darker than his own hair.
"Get into partners and begin to make the antedote to Amortentia. Instructions are on the board."
He watched in silence as males began to push and shove their way to Hermione, all wanting to be close to the young Gryffindor. Her brilliant blue tattoos stood out as she blushed as red as Weasley, before trying to reject them, and he meant she really did. That Potter boy had tried as well to get to his sister, but was unable to as he was getting pushed back and forth in the small crowd of Gryffindors and Slytherins.
"I said get in partners not push and shove! Ten points from Slytherin and Gryffindor!", he yelled before the crowd dispersed. "Bloody dunderheads," he murmured as the students began to start their potions. From then forth he was determined to see that his beloved friend's daughter got by fine. Though he would not promise for her half-brother.
She was just like her mother, while Potter was nothing like Lily.
Hermione was caring and passionate, whereas Potter was irate and careless. The siren had he curly hair turn into friz as she hovered over her antedote, the steam curling it as Potter sniggered from his seat next to her. To his astonishment she was giggling as well, before turning serious and pinning her hair up.
They worked diligently, thanks to Hermione's determination and Harry's accurate precision cutting, and soon they were disrupted by a cauldron exploding from and his unwilling partner Seamus. "Bloody hell Ron! If you listened to me and waited to put in the damn fairy wings after the hippogriff hair then this wouldn't happen!", he yelled as the other just ignored him.
Favoring to look at his destroyed book and cauldron, he ignored the anger being directed at him. Though he couldn't ignore a, "Weasley! Take yourself and Mr. Finnigan to the hospital wing! The belladonna root in the antedote is extremely poisonous and can be lethal through skin contact!"
Looking to the rest of the students he vanished their antedotes and dismissed them all. "Except for you Miss Black-Potter!", he said as he used an Aguamenti on the concoction the pair had worked on. He had her stand next to the door as he cleaned the stations.
"You're not in trouble so sit in my office," he said, no ordered, as he sorted through the untouched ingredients and put them in their proper places. His back popped as he straightened himself, and with a sigh of relief Snape returned to his office.
Hermione sat still in a rather lumpy chair as he strode into the vicinity, she watched nervously as he pulled a large cauldron out of a false wardrobe and settled it on his desk. The light blue liquid splashed the rims of the cauldron lightly as he gathered multiple vials of the shelves with she knew to be memories.
"Miss Black-Potter, I know that you know what this is and frankly I don't care if you don't want to see these or not. These are your mother's memories, and it will be detremental to you if you were not able to access these memories," he explained before pouring a memory into the cauldron.
"Ladies first."
Rather nervously Hermione plunged her head into the cauldron, knowing that soon after her Professor would join her in the pensive.
"Black, Lyra!", A small girl that looked to be only ten walked nervously up to the Sorting Hat as Professor McGonagall read her name aloud to the Great Hall. "Mum?", Hermione asked as she crept toward Lyra, only giving a shriek as her arm passed through her body.
The ancient hat went over the girl's eyes as it srang to life immediately. "Ah ha! Another Black, while you are courageous in your own rights you are ambitous. Very ambitous indeed, and that can take you far! That cunning smile of yours only solidifies your place in SLYTHERIN!", it yelled. The table to the far left next to Gryffindor clapped proudly as the Black sat petrified in place.
Only the reassuring pat of the Deputy Headmistress made her leave the stool behind, as her cousin Sirius was called to the Hat. Glaring darkly as he flounced his way to Gryffindor were he had been placed, life wasn't fair at all. Lyra had desperately wanted to be in Gryffindor, not sitting in Slytherin next to her cousin Bellatrix. The fifth year had been the source of all bullying in the school thanks to her torturous methods she had learned from a Black Family spell book.
Bellatrix was content knowing that none of the dark spells she had used can be traced back to her thanks to that bloody book.
"Evans, Lily!"
Hermione looked to the stool next to her as Harry's mum walked confidently up to the stool, her red hair flowed in the wind behind her. She barely had time to think about which house she would like before the Hat yelled out Gryffindor.
More parents of the future generation were sorted into their houses like: Frank Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Lucius Malfoy, Alice Prewett, Peter Pettigrew, then both Harry's and her's father, James Potter. Followed quickly by Severus Snape and Theodore Nott Sr.
The future Snape stood next to her as they watched the Sorting of all the past generation fly by. Then the scene changed rapidly to the small shore of the Black Lake. Her mother cried as the full moon shined above her, the small brunette Hermione had seen had long changed into that of a young woman, no a young siren. Her halo was a beacon of light to the dark as a stray ray of moonlight hit her.
Although it attracted a werewolf from the Forbidden Forest like a moth to the flame. Young Lyra had no clue at the time that this altercation would change the way she saw her cousin and his friends.
As the large were ran towards her she only noticed at the last second and thrust her hands at him, as if begging him to go away. A stag, dog, and rat watched as their friend got a chest full of lightning, though it only seemed to enrage it even more.
The stag charged at the were quickly, its fourteen horns pushed the large creature into the Black Lake before turning to Lyra. It looked to the dog and rat, like it was talking to them with its eyes before bowing down to the Slytherin. Allowing her to climb on its back before bounding off for the castle.
She began to fall asleep as the sounds of the wind rushing past her calmed her significantly, she whispered to the stag, "Thank you."
Hermione and Snape watched as this scene dissolved into another, this time Lyra was glaring at James Potter furiously as the ragged dog that she knew from that night circle her legs.
"What do you want Potter? Come to make fun of Severus again?", she asked scathingly as the dog whined at her from below, but Lyra paid it no mind.
He grew angry at her, his glasses glared the sun into her eyes as he growled, "Is that any way to talk to the person who saved your arse from a werewolf Lyra?"
She blinked away her surprise, "How the bloody hell do you know that Potter?"
"I was the stag that helped you get away!", he yelled exasperated with her already. His messy black hair was ruffled even more as he ran a hand through it. The fourth year looked to his fellow yearmate and smiled, "Well be glad I'm not here to pick on Old Snivellus, just wanted to see how your doing."
The dog barked as well, not wanting to be left out of the loophole.
"Bloody hell, I got to go to Potions, see you later Black!", he yelled to her as he and the dog ran out the corridor. She called out from where she was standing, "Hey Potter! Its not Black, that's for Bellatrix! Its Lyra!"
All she heard in response was, "Then its James to you! Come on Padfoot! Your arse is slowing!"
Snape nudged her in the shoulder, indicating it was time for them to leave. Grabbing hold on his hand Hermione let her professor lead them out of the memory. Into the real world they went.
"Thank you professor."
~.~.~.
The young siren watched worriedly as her mate and her brother walked into the maze at different times. The time from when Snape had shown her her mother's memories had rapidly went by as the end of the school year approached.
Thus giving way to OWLs and NEWTs for the older students, and the last part of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Hermione was supporting both Viktor and Harry through the last part. As were many parents of the students who came to watch the last task, like and her husband along with Lady Longbottom. Amos Diggory had been one of the first of the parents to arrive and give support with his wife.
The Lady Longbottom and Neville sat next to her as the stadium chatted loudly. The Weasley Twins running around selling their wares and taking bets.
"Gran, please don't try and discuss politics now!", Neville pleaded with her as she tried to talk to Hermione about where she was staying for the summer. "Neville! Don't tell me what to do! But Hermione if I may, can I inquire where you will stay for vacation?"
She looked to the elder woman and shrugged, "I've thought about it. But I have to visit Viktor for most of the summer, because I might die from beimg away from him for too long."
"Completely understandable, and I want to thank you again for chosing to be backed by the Ancient and Most Noble House of Longbottom."
"I thank you for offering, since all my choices were literally Death."
"Neville has been sending letter after letter at first, trying to persuade me into letting you into our House. Not wanting his friend to fall into He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's hands. It was rather cute considering the mountain of letters that were accumulating in my study."
Said boy was blushing as his grandmother and Hermione laughed, he didn't mean to sound that desperate. All he wanted was to get the point across.
"Thank you Neville."
The crowd began to scream as Fleur was carrie out of the maze along with Viktor, they were certain that the Bulgarian or at least the French woman were to win. But those cries of frustration turned to terror as a Death Eater apparated into the stands and grabbed Hermione by her neck. Before leaving again with a pop.
The Dark Mark loomed ahead ominously as the siren disappeared into the night.
Sorry I was kinda late with this chapter, I got a little writer's block but I got over it. Hope you loved this chapter.
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