Title: Kiss.

Author: AspergianStoryteller.

Genre: Supernatural/General.

Summary: When a Dementor tried to Kiss Harry Potter, it got more than it bargained for. And Harry did not walk away unaffected. Don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 6: Quiditch Talk.

*If you want to contact me, I'll be at my friend Ron Weasley's for the rest of the Summer. His dad's got us tickets to the Quiditch World Cup!*

'Harry?'

'Yeah?'

'Just checking,' said Ron.

'I was spacing out again.'

'You've been staring into space,' went Fred.

'Not that that's unusual,' said George.

'You've always been a bit odd,'

'Strange little boy,'

'And exposure to our family won't have helped.'

'Oi!'

Harry smiled. Ron and Hermione had gotten used to his space outs during the last few days of last school term and had been kept updated through the mail. The other Weasley's had yet to be informed.

The Weasleys, plus Harry, Hermione and the Diggorys soon took their Portkey to the Quiditch World Cup.

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Ron and Hermione learnt to keep a closer eye on their friend when Harry experienced another space out while they were exploring the camp site and wound up wandering off into the Bulgarian decorated tent gathering. They were looking at all the Ireland green mass and chatting with Seamus and Dean for twenty seconds and he was gone.

'Hey, where did Harry go?' asked Dean.

Ron and Hermione turned to where they'd just seen him. 'He was just there,' Ron said.

'Let's go find him Ron,' said Hermione, thinking Harry might have spaced out. 'He might have gotten lost in this mess. See you later.'

'Yeah, later guys.'

'We'll keep an eye out!'

Harry walked around in a daze. The world looked as it would through an odd lens; fluctuating between distant and close up. Every other sense was the same. Harry felt very odd. He became aware that some one was touching his shoulder. A woman was talking to him, but Harry couldn't quite distinguish what. It didn't help that it sounded foreign. As the daze wore off, her voice became clearer, and he could see that she was a Bulgarian woman with dark hair.

'Добре ли си, момче? Чуваш ли ме?'

'Sorry, what was that? I'm English.'

'Ah, English.' The woman switched to English with a heavy Bulgarian accent. 'Are you alright, English boy? You looked walking-sleep.'

'Sleep-walking? Oh, I'm fine, thanks.'

'Good. Come sit down for minute.'

'I'm fine, really.'

The woman smiled. 'Sit for minute. Please.' She slightly bow-leggedly led Harry to a small camp fire in front of a red tent.

Harry was feeling awkward when the woman asked 'You are looking forward to match, yes?'

'Er, yeah. Can't wait. Are you excited?'

'Yes. My son loves quiditch so I come to watch him fly. Ireland does not stand a chance.' She grinned.

'They'll wipe the floor with Bulgaria.' Harry grinned back. Yeah, this didn't feel weird at all. He was just chatting with a woman he didn't know who supported the other team.

'You just wait and see, English boy!' The woman took two dampers off the camp fire and gave Harry one.

'Thanks.'

'You are welcome. So, English boy, how come I find you walking-sleep like around here?'

'Um, it's just, something that has been happening for a while,' Harry said. 'Sometimes I just, faze out.' He didn't know how to explain this if she inquired further. He didn't want to tell people how he was so abnormal that he survived a Dementor's Kiss on top of the Killing Curse.

An eyebrow raise was given in response, but no further pressing. 'You want to be careful, English boy. You are lucky you did not wander into dangerous place.'

'You sure about that?'

'Well, I would like to put you in a cage. An English boy would make good pet for my son.' The woman laughed. 'English boy is too long. What is your name?'

'Harry.' Did the Bulgarians know about him? He decided not to risk it.

'Viktoria.' She didn't give her last name either, but stuck out her hand to shake.

While eating their damper and talking about quiditch, Viktoria placed a bookmark in a large black book on her lap. Harry noticed that it was written in Bulgarian, and would have paid it no more attention, if not for the strange vibe it gave off. Perhaps it was a magical book?

'What's that about?' He asked.

'Is a magic book,' Viktoria answered.

'What kind of magic book? I've never seen one like that before.'

'You go to Hogwarts, yes?'

Harry nodded.

'Then you would not know it.' She paused to consider something. 'Hogwarts does not let its students read Dark magic books.'

'... Pardon?'

'This book is Dark magic charms. Hogwarts does not give them to its students, no?'

'Why have you got a book on Dark magic? Isn't that illegal?' Viktoria seemed too nice to be Dark.

'Not in Bulgaria.'

'Are- are you a Dark witch?'

She laughed again. 'No, no. And you are misunderstanding. Dark magic is dangerous, yes. But not evil.'

'Huh?'

'Dark magic is dangerous and can be used for bad things. Like murder. So can many non-Dark spells, even non-magic things if you know how. Knife can kill people.'

'Yeah, but, knives are supposed to be for cooking stuff.'

'Yes. And Killing Curse can be for murder, or can be mercy killing. Painless. Or hunting.'

Harry paused for thought. He hadn't ever thought of it like that.

Viktoria continued. 'Dark magic is powerful and dangerous because it has a lot of force, and is so easy to loose yourself to. Many people get addicted to it. They love the power so much, they want more and more and they do anything to get it. It to does strange things to body and mind. If you use Dark magic, you must be very careful with it, or you cause harm, and become the servant, not the master.' She handed Harry the book. It really did feel weird.

'Are you alright then?' He felt the impulse to ask. 'If this is dangerous-'

'I am alright thank you. I have been careful learning long time.'

Shortly after that, Ron and Hermione found them.

'There you are Harry, we were worried bout you.'

'Sorry guys,' Harry said apologetically. 'I didn't mean to wander off.'

'S'okay. Good thing we found you now,' Ron said, his worry melting away. 'You're right in the middle of the Bulgarian supporter's area.'

'Please excuse me for keeping your friend here so long,' said Viktoria. 'I told him to sit down after walking-sleep and we have been talking. He still thinks Ireland will win, but I will not hold it over him.'

'And she thinks Bulgaria will win. We'll see.'

'Yes we see. You go back to your friends now Harry and I see you at the match.'

'Sure.' Harry stood up. 'Thanks Viktoria. See you later.'

The three friends left the Bulgarian area together.

'Who was she Harry?' Ron asked.

'Her name's Viktoria. She found me when I was spaced out and brought me to her tent to sit down. We wound up talking. Her son is playing in the match.'

'Her son? Seriously? Wow, I wonder who? You don't think it could be Viktor Krum do you? The names sound alike.'

'I don't know. Who is Viktor Krum again?'

'He's the Seeker for Bulgaria; his face is on posters all over their tents. He's really young, like only just turned eighteen.' Ron looked thoughtful and excited as they joined the line to get water.

'I think it's excellent that you've spoken to a foreign witch,' Hermione put in. 'Positive relations between countries is very important. What was she like?'

'Pretty nice. She shared her damper with me and we talked about quiditch.'

Hermione snorted.

'What? We are at the Quiditch World Cup Hermione. We also, actually, I'll tell you about it when we get back.'

Ron and Hermione would have asked more, but they knew what Harry meant after three years of it at Hogwarts.

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*Quoted from the book.* Bulgarian translation from TranStar. What do you think? I plan on sticking relatively close to cannon (for now. See? It's deviating already!) and writing as far into the series as I can go, but I'll keep my mind open to extra stuff. Thanks for reading!