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Pairing: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
Rating: MA
Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Sunshine blasted through the Quidditch pitch for the last time during the day, the beautiful sun was setting on the Bulgarian fans and the Puddlemere United Fans. Up in the clouds were two lighting bolts racing at break neck speeds, the Seekers Viktor Krum and Jordan Free. Both had a hand extended as far as the could go when suddenly their prey swooped downwards.
The green field looked to be thousands of feet below them but Viktor was determined to win, it was the last game of the season and a certain Boy-Who-Lived was in the stands with his half-sister. The siren was watched closely by both and Madame Longbottom.
Her mind was still fragile as was her health, resulting in the close monitering by her magical guardian.
Hermione on the other hand thought differently, she thought she was better than when she awoke. Which she was, but she just wasn't completely one hundred percent. Her wings weren't functioning as they should, just remaining at her side at all times. Becoming a nuisance everywhere she went, though she only hoped it was a side affect of the Cruciatus and would go away with time.
"Go Viktor!", she cheered as the red and black bullet plummeted to the ground. Viktor pulled up on his broom but it wasn't enough and he hit the ground hard. The thunderous boom of his body hitting the ground echoed throughout the now quiet stadium.
Blood trailed down Viktor's forehead and his arm was now bent at an angle, but he held it up anyway. Showing off the little ball of gold he managed to catch before his landing. The sea of red and black stood all at once, causing a ripple through the crowd of fans. The Seeker's victory was short lived for him as he fell down to the ground in pain, the broken arm pulsed angrily at him.
As the Medi-witches rushed out to him Hermione herself was being pulled back from the railing. Her wings moved uselessly as she tried to fly out to her mate. "Don't worry he'll be okay 'Mione," Neville told her reassuringly as the helped the Seeker across the field.
"And that ends the Quidditch season for this year! With the score of 380:270, in favor of Bulgaria! But the Vrastra Vultures better find a replacement for their star Seeker since it has been revealed to the press that Viktor Krum has taken up post in Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry!", the announcer called out to the entire stadium.
This made many cheers and also boos erupt from the Puddlemere fans and the Vrastra Vultures fans. The sea of red and black booed angrily, their star Seeker had chose a foreign school's Quidditch teacher over an international superstar. As they lamented the Puddlemere United roared their pleaure out to the world.
Hermione had already known this, but she couldn't help the protective feeling she got over Viktor. The females in the stands next to them told no chance to the raging siren. "He's going to Hogwarts!", one screeched, her raven colored hair glimmered in the light.
"I know, but remember that ugly Granger thing is supposedly his mate."
"We all know that those wings are just for show."
The siren's concentration to not hurt them shattered into little pieces when the smallest one said, "Well since I'm in my last year there I could be able to win him over that thing." Hermione sprung into action and quickly evaded the hand Augusta tried to put on her shoulder to guide her away. She weaved through the giant lights and floor quickly before backhanding the girls.
"What did you say?", she asked them, a menacing chill running up their spines as they looked into the face of the siren. Her brown eye held a red tint in them as she pressured the group of, what she determined to be, Hogwarts students.
"O-Oh, H-Hermione! H-how have you b-been?", the raven haired girl asked with a frightened expression as the siren raised her hand again. A bruise had begun to blossom on the small girl's face those dark eyes seemed familiar to Hermione.
"Cho, who do you think you are? And you two as well, both Hufflepuff I presume. I will warn you once and just once," she said before leaning in as close as she could get. "Don't touch my mate, for I will not be as merciless the next time you cross my path."
The four girls all stumbled on other people as the scrambled to get away from Hermione. Madame Longbottom stood on the other side of the lights, waiting for her to come back. "Hermione! Please don't run away like that again!", she yelled out to the siren.
All around them the stadium was beggining to empty out, but she never moved from her spot.
"Neville, go get her so we can go check on Viktor if she wants," the Gryffindor was moving before his grandmother even finished. Hermione remained where she stood and looked down at the pitch, she could see the Seeker's beloved Firebolt lay in pieces.
"Hey Mione? C'mon we can go see Viktor now. Mione?"
"His Firebolt broke."
Neville was puzzled, why was she worrying about his Firebolt? The siren's curly hair swirled with the wind as she looked down the large drop from the top stands the the dip in the sand surround the hoops.
"Can we get him a new one?", she asked Neville as he begun to guide her to his awaiting grandmother. Neville only shrugged his shoulders as the Madame ushered the two down the long flight of stairs. The young girl's eyes still a red shade as she looked around for her mate.
"Where is he Neville? I don't see him, what if he needs me?"
"He's probably in the Infirmary 'Mione, maybe he's waiting for us."
She kept to herself mostly but the occasional growl at bystanders that broke their silence. After the long descent down from the top of the stadium they entered the lobby where the Vrastra Vultures and their fans were celebrating. In the crowd she could see Harry, Ginny, George, Fred, and Snuffles sing along with some Viktor fans.
"Viktor I love you!-", George began only to be followed by his twin.
"Viktor I do!"
Harry, Ginny, and the Animagus, who tried his hardest to sing along in his dog form, ended it.
"When we're apart my heart beats only for you!"
Viktor laughed along with his friends and teammates as the crowd began to start singing too, he looked so happy and proud even with his arm inside of a sling. She couldn't help but to smile at the sight and her ruby eyes disappeared into the lovable brown they always were. She rushed at the Bulgarian and hugged him with all her might. Her ivory wings fluttered a bit with happiness as the scent of grass and forest entered her nose.
"Don't scare me like that again," she murmured into his red and black uniform as the crowd around them erupted in cheers. Cries of "That's his girl!" to "Get some Vicky boy!" rang throughout their ears. Hermione's face turned a bright red as the Vrastra Vultures picked her up and hoisted her into the air.
"You didn't tell us you haff caught yourself a bird Vicky!", the burly Beater said as they touched Hermione's large dove wings.
"You are very lucky! She is siren no?"
"Vhy is it only England that has beautiful vomen like her?"
He stole her away from the Quidditch team playfully as he batted their hands away from her. "No comrade, I am lucky man to haff found her. You vill not take her avay so easily," he joked along with them as the Longbottoms, the Weasleys, Harry, and Sirius looked on at the happy couple. Nothing could ruin this relationship at all, for those two had nothing to fear.
Except death.
~.~.~.
"And now to introduce Hogwarts newest professors!", Dumbledore cried out in jubilation. His blue eyes twinkled with false cheer as he stood at the podium.
"First lets have a round of applause for Professor Viktor Krum, who graciously accepted the request to teach Quidditch at the beginners, intermediate, and professional league. He will also be the first years instructors for flying broomsticks," the entire Great Hall bounded with excitement. As many were fans of the impromptu Quidditch matches he held in the Triwizard Tournament.
"Next, a round of applause for Professor Dolores Umbridge, who has taken post in Defense Against the Dark Arts," when she had been announced there was little to no applause for the toad-like woman. Her brown hair dimmed in comparison to Hermione's as she stood and walked to the front of the Great Hall next to Dumbledore.
"It has come to the Ministry's attention that Hogwarts is no longer safe," she began as the students slumped in their seats. "Since last year's little... accident with a certain trio of students the Minister and the Wizengomat decided to ensure that this school year does not end like the last."
Hermione sat in her chair glaring at the pink clad woman who returned to her seat, which was right next to her mate. He also did not appear to be thrilled about sitting next to the self-important woman. Viktor gave her a small smile before the Headmaster clapped his hands and food began to appear all over the tables.
"I have two words for you now. Tuck. In."
As soon as he said that Ron, who sat near the Trio despite them ignoring his presence, grabbed five chicken legs and dropped them on his plate. He quickly reached out to a plate of black pudding and dumped the contents onto his filling plate. Completely oblivious to the gags and looks of disgust on his fellow Gryffindors' faces.
"Hey Hermione are you feeling better now?", Lavender asked the siren as she ate some haggis and mashed potatoes silently. She only looked up and nodded to the blonde girl, her eyes haunted as she looked around at her concerned friends. "She makes it sound like someone accidentally tortured us, not that He is back," Hermione whispered as the others nodded.
Even Ron nodded, though it wasn't like anyone cared at that point. He had alienated himself from the rest of the school by opening his mouth, but it was fine with him for now. He himself had no desire to be left out the spotlight, and would not care how he next got in. He had been overlooked to many times in his life to give up something like this to anyone.
Not even an international Quidditch star.
While he thought about his dream future Ron never saw the four houses try to gravitate near the siren. All looking at her wings with pity, it had gotten out on the train that after her awaking she couldn't use her wings at all. Only a small flutter of feathers here and there.
It was nice to see the resident bookworm in better conditions than her comatose state, though she had been robbed that day in the maze. Everyone knew it, Voldemort took her ability to fly. None knew how long though, it could be gone a day or even a year.
Only time could tell.
The Four Houses were finishing up the remains of their dinner when it was vanished off their plates, and replaced with decadent desserts. Ice cream lay in giant bowls around every tables and with chocolate eclairs, rice pudding, donuts, and many more treats.
A blanket of soft ease lay on all the students which was later replaced with lethargic movements as the all trudged out of their seats. Hermione had just gotten out of her seat when Viktor had come up behind her.
"Luff, you come vith me," he said as he grabbed her hand and lead her away from the Great Hall. Though instead of guiding her to the Gryffindor Common Room he led her down a corridor that held a painting of a young maiden. Her large hair had indicated that she was from the Renaissance Period along with her ten-pound dress.
"È possibile impostare una password per il resto dell'anno. (You may set a password for the rest of the year.)", she said as the couple stood in front of her. "Krasivi sirena (beautiful siren)," he said as the painting swung forward.
"You may'a enter," her sultry voice rang out as the two entered the painting and were immediately stepping onto stairs, the colored glass windows depicted scenes of great triumphs and terrible failures. After the climb upthe long flight of stairs they encountered a mahogany door and Hermione opened it.
Inside was a beautiful black and red common room that had its own fireplace with an already roaring flame. Her bags and Crookshanks had already been placed up here. The siren gave the professor a questioning look, "Vhat? The school board reviewed our situation and haff agreed to left us live together."
"I'm not going to question it because I love you."
"And I too Wildflower."
She looked up at him with questioning eyes, "Wildflower?"
He grinned sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head with his hand, "Vell it vas better than calling you Siren." Hermione stood on her tip-toes and gave him a kiss on the lips, which he had no intentions of letting her off with just that. He placed his hand on the small of her back and leaned down to deepen the kiss. His eyes darken tremendously as he suddenly pulled out of the kiss, a trail of saliva connected their lips.
"You haff no idea how much I missed you luff."
Hermione grinned before wrapping her legs around his waist, "I have a pretty good idea Viktor."
"Good, then you know how to take care of it. Right luff?"
He walked her to their new bedroom and tossed her lightly on the large king bed. The satin black sheets made her pale complexion stand out artistically as she lay there. Viktor crawled to join her, shedding his clothes as he went. A cloak was followed by a shirt and a leather belt on the floor, where they would stay for the rest of the night.
~.~.~.
"What classes do you have Hermione?", Ginny asked as she and Hermione walked out of the Great Hall with Harry and Neville as her ever present shadow. "Ancient Runes, DADA, Arithmancy, Potions, and Herbology. I dropped Divination a long time ago," she said as she made her way up the stairs to the 5th floor.
"Bye guys! See you in DADA!", she waved before entering her classroom. Instead of the regular flow of chatter there was before class it was completely silent. Her eyes found that it was because of the smug pink toad sitting on a stool in the back as they waited for Professor Vector. All that were entering after her were puzzled at the silence, but nonetheless all had began to prepare for their first class.
Quills lay precisely next to their inkwells and multiple rolls of parchment had been straightened and had a book on one end to keep it from rolling back into a tube shape. The back door leading from their teacher's room swung open as the woman began her descent down the staircase that separated her from her class.
"Ancient Runes. It is an old concept that was said to be made by Merlin and quite possibly his forefathers. It is the basis for any kind of spell making, as it is each and everyone of you have a project for the whole semester. To make a spell. Now before we start-", she was cut off by Umbridge.
"And how is this going to help the future of your students Professor?"
"It is on their upcoming OWLs, and when they pass their NEWTs with a positive grade on their Ancient Runes test they can go anywhere for the Ancient field of work. It involves things from working in Gringotts as a Curse-Breaker to a wizarding archaeologist. If they don't wish to pursue these careers they know how to make spells for the future for when they need it," she answered as she went to the blackboard.
Runes were being drawn onto the board with the flick of her wand, a small fire wrapped in a ribbon was drawn on the board before it was followed by a head base and finally a block of what looked to be ice.
"Can anyone tell what runes these are?", she asked the class and smiled when her favorite student raised her hand. "Ma'am are they controlled fire, the human mind, and cold?"
"All correct but one. That symbol does not represent the human mind, Padma what is the middle symbol?"
"The source of magic."
The professor grinned as she began to draw out the importance of the symbol. "Merlin's grandson with his wife Halia had possessed the powers Merlin did and in time he came across his grandfather's staff. Though he was born in a dark time, often had to lie about his age, and he was not able to use his powers until he was in his nearly eighteen. After a friend of his died and was buried in the forest he was born in, Tamwyn had concentrated. His mind dead set on something, but it was enough to have his magic gauge work. And all around him grew beautiful things. It had been written in one of the oldest books about magic, from a priestess Elliryanna that his focus was his source. Thus leading to this symbol."
The classroom was filled with scratching noises as the students filled out their rolls of parchment. Before Professor Vector had the chance to continue Umbridge opened her mouth again.
"And what is the purpose of telling them history?"
"So that they know of the origin! All things have roots, and you best get to know them. If you excuse me professor I have a class to teach," she grit through her teeth before she returned to the board. "Controlled fire, it too has roots that leads back to the...", as the professor went on Hermione could feel someone staring at her.
That feeling never left her the entire lesson, and when the bell rang she was glad for once that class was ending.
She gathered her thing quickly and booked it out of the room, running straight to her awaiting friends at the bottom of the stairs. Looking over her shoulder she saw Umbridge smirk down at her before writing something on her notebook. Whatever it was Hermione knew it wasn't good.
Sorry I took too long to update but I am really busy. I'll get out the next chapter by the fourth of June.
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