[Mysterious]
The boy that was Harry Potter was nothing Viktor, or anyone else for that matter, had ever expected from the supposed defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort.
There had been rumours, though, before he had ever set foot within Durmstrang Institute, that the reason he had disappeared was because he was a dark wizard. It was a big shock to realise that he wouldn't be attending Hogwarts as everyone had assumed. Viktor thought he could understand wanting to be away from admiring fans that would definitely be attending Hogwarts, but that hadn't made too much of a difference. Not now.
And, even now, three years later, no one could tell whether he was dark of not. The magic that Harry Potter used was dark, light, and grey. The use of all three baffled everyone. No one managed to use all the types of magic with that ease, because, if there was any discomfort with using any of the types of magic, Harry didn't show it.
Nor did he share his secrets, for that matter. Because Harry didn't have friends, he had made that much clear in the first month of attending Durmstrang. He didn't need them.
He didn't need to state it, but he was also above them. No one challenged him anymore, too tired, their magic or mind still ringing with the last defeat to Harry by a student four years ahead of him. The knowledge gap between them had made no difference in the duel. It had been of no use against the pure magical ability held by Harry Potter.
Perhaps that was why no one questioned him when he arrived in his dormitory long after curfew, or when he didn't bother to attend a class, or perhaps even when he attended a class that wasn't for his year. No one batted an eyelash anymore.
Harry wondered the corridors as he pleased, yet the teachers favoured him. No one was envious of that though. Being the favourite of the teachers led to extra work, and being forced to answer questions in class, and demonstrate. No one else wanted to do that, anyway, but it didn't seem to make a difference to Harry as he completed everything without a word of complaint. Even in the classes Viktor himself took, although he was three years above the boy.
It was during those lessons that Viktor couldn't bring himself to concentrate on the subject matter as his thoughts were filled with only the mystery that was Harry Potter.
The boy was utterly fascinating. No friends, many admirers, and even more followers than Viktor had heard Grindelwald had amassed while in Durmstrang, and Harry wasn't anywhere near graduating, even though all of them knew that he could probably graduate whenever he wanted to.
Viktor didn't admit, even in quiet to himself, that the fascination he felt may stem from elsewhere, from other emotions, because he was afraid of the rejection he was certain would come should he ever utter such a thing.