Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire

Some say in ice,

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire

But if it had to perish twice

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice is also great

And would suffice

(-Robert Frost-)

Remember I don't own Harry Potter (Or fire and ice)

This is an au story

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I was recently told that too many p.o.v's is distracting, so I will try and keep it to one per chapter, but I make no promises, the different P.o.v's are there for a reason, even though most wont know why. Anyways, enjoy the story.

***************** (Viktor's p.o.v) ***************

I hated the half veela. When she pushed my carrier into the water and flirted with him I was furious. The moment the beautiful male was out of sight I went to warn the girl. "Harry won't be yours for long veela; I intend to take him from you. I intend to claim him as mine, and I don't share."

At lunch my mood wasn't any better. The veela smirked at me while chatting my carrier up, for the boy was mine, weather he knew it or not. He would never be happy with a female, he was made to bare children, and he would. He would bare my children. I refused to allow him to bare anyone else's. The very thought of him pregnant was enough to make me want him now! Yet instead he sat beside his brother and that…that girl!

"One would think you wanted to kill the woman, the way you are glaring Viktor." Vladimir said with an amused smirk.

"No, for in the end the carrier will be mine." I told him clenching my fist; a smirk bloomed on my lips. Yes, the boy will belong to me, by my side and in my bed. I watched him through out lunch, plans forming in my head on how to make him mine, it would have to be subtle to take him from the veela, At the same time it would have to be ingenious and fool proof.

Dinner was much the same as lunch, I watched my petite boy as the veela flirted with him, and nearly destroyed my fork in my anger. I was surprised when Harry stood and motioned for his brother and the veela to stay put and walked towards me.

"Will you please stop?" Harry asked me lifting an eyebrow and placing his delicate hands on his hips. "Your staring makes it hard to enjoy the food." He said and I could hear Vladimir snort in amusement.

"Perhaps if you agreed to go flying with me later I will stop." I said leaning forward to stare at my carrier.

"Nope, I have plans with Flower later, and if you don't stop staring I will be left with no choice but to prank you." He said almost as if he was bored. I could feel my anger rising as he walked away from me to sit with the veela and his brother.

"I do believe you have just been turned Viktor." Vladimir said with a hint of laughter in his voice making me scowl. The boy had fire and I could not wait until that fire was put to use in my bed. He might deny me now but he would be mine by the end of the year. I would not give him up, the boy can fight me all he wants, but I will win.

After dinner I was heading back to the ship when Harry's brother stepped out of the shadows, a smirk on his lips. "My brother tells me you won't stop staring at him, even after he threatened to prank you. You will do well to heed his warning, unless you want to wake up with pink skin or looking like a duck. His pranks can be extremely humiliating." The man told me with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Your brother may fight against me now, but he will come around. I will claim him as mine." I said glaring at him as his smirk widened. He nodded before walking away and later it dawned on me that Dissident Lafay had been testing me, measuring me by my answer.

The next morning I went down to breakfast in a slightly better mood only to have it ruined by running into the veela. "I wanted to tell you good luck; I won't let you have Harry without a fight." She said smirking before walking away. I wanted to kill the veela for that. Grinding my teeth I entered the great hall.

At breakfast a black raven landed in front of me with a note attached to his leg.

-Krum

Prove to me that you are right for my brother and I will allow you to court him. Hurt him and I will kill you.

D.L.

I glanced at the dark skinned man and when he caught my eye I inclined my head to tell him that I understood and accepted. Perhaps it would not be such a bad day after all.

(I added the poem to show Viktor's desire for Harry and his hate for any who stands between him and his goal of claiming Harry) Now don't forget to review or I might cry.