[Thunder and Lightning Storm]
The thunder clapped and the lightning illuminated the darkened halls that were guarded by the Durmstrang walls, and Fidelius Charm, for mere seconds at a time, but a second was more than enough to inform Viktor that he wasn't as alone as he had originally hoped.
It was long after curfew, and if any of the ghosts found him or even any of the students, Viktor was sure that he would be reported immediately. Or worse, they would use that in their favour, and getting out of that kind of situation was always difficult. It took a great deal of skill and carefully chosen words, and Viktor was good at neither. Even all his years at Durmstrang had never quite managed to drill that art into him.
"Viktor Krum."
The voice was soft, yet self-assured and commanding, the most beautiful blade with the sharpest edge. There was no way for Viktor's attention to be removed from the boy standing within the comfort of the shadows, who assessed his very being just by having Viktor's name on his lips. It was a voice that was known to everyone, yet heard only rarely, and Viktor could barely hide the shock of the identity of the other male, let alone the fact that it was his name that had been spoken from within the shadows. Most people preferred to call him 'Seeker' or 'The Seeker' because of his sole talent.
He may be famous for his Quidditch skills, but Viktor had never thought he was particularly important. Important in making the school famous and negating some of its infamy, yes, but not worth much beyond that. Not worth the notice of Harry Potter, for Viktor was certain that there were people who were a lot more magically powerful than him, that were a lot more noticeable.
Viktor could admit, meeting Harry in such a setting suited the other male. The shadows that he liked to be protected by, the lightning that illuminated him briefly but enough to allow anyone whose glance found him to stare in awe. Powerful in its briefness, terribly bright and dangerous to those who angered it.
Yet searching, searching for something it hadn't found yet, the existence of which no one was certain of. Nothing more than a sneaky myth that held little truth, but had been retold and re-embellished over several generations leaving little in its wake.
And perhaps, perhaps that was the most dangerous part. The fact that the truth was there, but no one recognised it.
AN: So apparently marking a fic as complete has become an automatic response when I post something! This is a collection, though, sorry about that! :D