(Mya's POV)

Merlin, help me now.

Viktor and I had been going strong for a while. I wasn't stupid; I knew that he looked at me that year at Hogwarts, I knew he'd wanted me to go to the Yule Ball with him. I throughly enjoyed the look on his face when he saw me all dolled up. After a while of writing to him in Bulgaria, he came and visited me. We went out on a date, a heavenly one at that, and we'd been going out for the rest of the time.

Now he wanted me to spend Christmas with his family in Bulgaria.

It wasn't like I had anywhere better to go, I was an orphan and had never met a father or mother figure that stuck to me. Still, I was afraid. Viktor has three brothers and one sister, a strict mother and grandfather, but at least his father sounded nice(thank you, Merlin!). I worried that they wouldn't approve of me, which was shallow, but oh well.

I was currently packing my bags. I lived in a small flat in London, near the muggle coffee shop where I worked. So far I had my winter clothes(it snowed a lot in Bulgaria, right?), a blanket and pillow, one set of dress robes, one nice dress, my swim suit, and a lot of my favorite pajamas, in my biggest bag. In my next bag, I had my sneak-o-scope, my stock of Polyjuice Potion, my wizarding and muggle money, and a set of various books to entertain me. In my purse I had my wand(nine inches, elm, raven feather core), some extra money, my small amount of make up and an extra hair tye. Looking around my home, it looked bare.

I pulled out one more bag and put in my shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, perfume, and another extra hair tye. Putting that bag into the biggest bag, I pulled everything out into the livingroom/kitchen. No sooner than I sat down then there was a loud knock on my door. Smiling to myself, I went over to open the door and was engulfed in large arms. Kisses littered my head as I pulled him in and shut the door.

"Good afternoon to you too, Viktor," I laughed, extracting myself from his grip.

The Bulgarian grinned. "Mya, I am so happy right vow," he told me. I noticed how his accent was starting to fade, but I figured it would come back once we headed out to his country.

"I'm very glad that you're glad," I told him, noticing his bags behind him. "Are we apparating from here? Because I still don't have the chiminey set up in the floo network."

Viktor nodded, taking my hand with one of his huge ones, then taking his bags in the other. I did the same. I suddenly felt a sucking and I couldn't breathe. Shutting my eyes, Viktor squeezed my hand harder, knowing how much I hated apparation.

As soon as the sucking stopped, everything got cold. I didn't like cold then, and I don't like cold now. Snow is pretty and all, but I'd rather be inside reading with a cup of cocoa and a cashmere sweater on my shoulders. I felt Viktor drape a heavy cape over me, and I smiled up at him gratefully.

I finally noticed where we'd landed; a big old mansion. Apparently, having an international quidditch star as a son can really rake in the galleons. The building was brick, and three stories high. It looked very old, but in a nice way. It seemed to be modeled after an ancient Victorian style, and looked rustic. The steps up to the house were painted white, as well as the fringe to the house. There were plenty of windows, that was for sure.

I looked up to Viktor, and he nodded, escourting me up the stairs and to the white wooden door. He opened it, and shouted out something in Bulgarian. At once, a large women with tanned skin and long dark hair came rushing at my boyfriend. He was forced to let go of my hand as he hugged the woman, who I noticed had Viktor's dark eyes.

Four men stood in the room now. One was much older, and I realized that this was Viktor's father. He was short, shorter than two of the other men. He had blond buzzed hair and blue eyes, but had a stronng, beefy build. He looked at me as if I were something precious to him. The next man was tall and younger; maybe sixteen. Bogdon, maybe? Viktor said that his youngest brother was named this, and this child looked young. He had blond hair, long and wavy, and black, beady eyes. He was incredibly tall, taller than my Viktor, and very skinny.

The next two were twins; obviously Danail and Desislav. They were identical, both with blue eyes and black hair(Danail's was shorter than Desislav's), and both were of medium height and medium brawn. Their skin was tanned like the big woman still clutching to Viktor(That's probably Ivana, his mother. I'm guessing the old man is Emil, his father).

I realized that Ludmilla was missing, Viktor's only sister.

"Everyvone, dis is my Mya. Mya, dis is my father, mother, and my brothers." Viktor was introducing everyone, like the gentlemaan he was, and I smiled and nodded my head at all of his family, all grinning back, except his mother, who glared.

"Vell, is it not great to finally greet ve infamous Mya," Emil asked with a smile. He put one arm around my shouders, the other around those of his wife. "Ve vill haff a great holiday!"

Yeah, right.

Like I said, Merlin, will you save me?