Hey, everybody! I'm sorry for the wait. But I think that this chapter will make up for it. Not only do you figure out who the bad guy is, (overall,) but you get some protective Viktor, too, which is usually pretty nice.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Funny Girl or P!nk. Viktor and Fanny (Barbra Streisand) and P!nk belong to what they belong to. I only dabble! (:

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Viktor Krum
October 23, 7:32 P.M.
Outside the Theatrical Auditorium

Viktor was very, very curious any time he heard Leigh Ann's voice. It was different every time. Sometimes it was low and husky, sometimes it was a little higher and furious. It wasn't perfect—not , like he'd heard her sister's be a perfect soprano. Even Alex's voice had been a beautiful medium soprano.

"Alright, stop, stop," Marie Lingam's voice called through the music and Leigh Ann's voice. "It's supposed to speed up through verse three, Leigh. Give it a little more hesitation in the voice, more staccato, and don't look so terrified up there! It's all acting!"

"Yeah, Leigh Ann, relax. You're gorgeous," came a masculine voice, and Viktor instantly froze outside the doorway. Who was that? "It's not like I'm actually trying to seduce you."

Those statements, along with Viktor's jealousy, made him want to rip the man's throat out. He slowly pushed open the door to the auditorium, surprised to find that it wasn't magically enchanted to keep noise and people out.

The inside of the auditorium was large, fit to seat hundreds of students, plus a giant balcony up top to fit even more. It was up to date with many Muggle technology and new magic upgrades. The stage was large, covered in a beautiful dark oak and thick, velvet curtains. At the moment the backdrop along the concave back wall was of a fancy dining room. A fancily-decorated mahogany table stood to the right, and a large lounge chair with only one armrest and half a backrest was to the right. There were too doors, a fireplace, and hundreds of flowers, all over the stage.

Viktor took a seat in the back, waiting to see what all of this was about.

Leigh Ann was sitting on the chaise lounge, her arms across her chest. She was wearing a very detailed dress, her arms crossed over her ample chest. It was a dark maroon color, gently conforming to her body and over her shoulders, leaving a dip between her breasts in the front and a very low dip in the back. She looked up to the man standing beside her, who was dressed in an impeccable black tuxedo, his black hair slicked back and his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. He sat one olive-shaded hand onto Leigh Ann's shoulder. "Relax, Nelson."

"This is the most awkward scene in the entire play," she scoffed, looking up at him through heavily-makeup-covered eyes. "It's kinda hard to relax."

Marie sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair. "Alright, alright. Deep breath, Leigh Ann. I'd rather this have never happened to you, but if you've been in an intimate situation with a man you're really attracted to, think back on that. Try to think of him when this is happening. But then again, I never said anything. We'll start from the laugh."

The lights went down in the auditorium, coming up on the stage only. Leigh Ann started laughing and hid her face into the couch cushions, while the man, (he was a student in Viktor's Eighth Year named Jack,) chucked at her laugh. "What's the matter?"

Leigh Ann looked up, tears of laughter in her eyes. "If I can't even tell when you're ordering roast beef and potatoes, when will I tell if you're making advances?" Her voice was slightly accented differently, almost disguising her southern accent.

The man smiled before taking a sip out of the wine glass in his hands. "Oh, don't worry, you'll know. I'll be much more direct." Viktor didn't think that he liked that. Suddenly music started playing and Leigh Ann sat completely straight up, her eyes wide and confused. "You," he sang taking a step towards her, "are woman, I am man." He had a deep, sultry singing voice. Leigh looked completely entranced as he walked towards her in a slow gate. "You are smaller, so I can be taller than." At this point he was standing directly over her. But instead of staying there and looking into her beautiful eyes, he sat down next to her, gently touching the back of her bare neck and dragging it down the opening of the back of her dress. "You are softer to the touch..." Leigh Ann gave a wary, uncomfortable smile as he pulled her closer, and she took his wine glass, downing the rest of whatever was in it. "It's a feeling I like feeling very much!

"You are someone I admire," the man sung as Leigh Ann got up, opening a maroon fan and gently fanning herself with it. Jack followed her slowly, like a panther stalking his prey. Viktor was almost sick with jealousy. Leigh Ann stepped to the fireplace, looking into the mirror above it. Jack put his arms on either side of her on the mantle, leaning in to sing into her ear. "Still our friendship leaves something to be desired!" Leigh turned uncomfortably in his arms, still trapped in their cage. She pushed out of the cage, but not before looking into the man's eyes and seeming very, very enthralled by the attention. "Does it take more explanation than this? You are woman, I am man—let's kiss!" He pulled Leigh Ann towards him, trapping her body against the mantle, and proceeded to lean in and kiss her.

Viktor almost stood up and ruined the entire moment, but a knock sounded at the door on stage, and Leigh Ann pulled away, moving over to hold the chaise lounge for support. "Isn't this the height of nonchalance," she sang softly, running her hands over the back of the chair, "furnishing a bed in restaurants. Well, a bit of dinner never hurt, but!" She started fanning herself with her fan. "Guess who is gonna be dessert!" She sat down on the couch and turned around to watch Jack and the butler furnish the table with delectable food. "Do good girls do just what momma says? But when momma's not around, it's a feeling I like feeling very..." She shivered, though Viktor could tell that it wasn't from pleasure, like he'd done to her before, but from unsureness. She quickly stood up and walked away from the couch. "Oi vey, what a feeling!"

"A bit of pate?" Jack asked, raising a small bowl towards her in a toast.

Leigh Ann laughed. "I drink it all day!" She looked around, as if for an escape, and started panicking. "Should I do the things he tells me to? In this pickle..what would Sadie do! In my soul I feel an inner lack. Just suppose he wants his dinner back!"

Jack came over and handed her a little cracker, gently running his hands over her shoulders before slowly walking away. Viktor couldn't help but feel utterly protective of his girlfriend, though he knew that he couldn't. He had to remember that Leigh Ann was just acting. But still, just watching this was pure torture.

"Just some dried-out toast in a sliver. On the top a...a little chopped liver?" Leigh Ann shrugged and threw the little cracker behind her before looking around, gently skirting around the bed and the table. Jack started stalking her like prey again, his dark eyes smiling in amusemant. "How many girls become a sinner while waiting for a roast beaf dinner, though!" Jack grasped her hand, gently bringing it up to his lips as Leigh Ann laughed while singing. Jack backed her up against the arm rest of the chair and wrapped his arms around her. His lips started kissing against her cheeks, down her neck, and Leigh Ann bent her head back, just as she'd done for Viktor many times.

"Most girls slip in ordinary ways. I got style—I do it bordelaise!" Leigh started laughing in the way that she did whenever she was nervous, but Jack just kept kissing along her neck. Viktor wanted to go up there and show him how it was really done, but only before hexing him into the next country. "Well at least you think I'm special—you ordered à la carte. It's a feeling I like feeling very..." She pulled away from Jack and sat down onto the bed, but he followed her, gently kneeling behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders and kissing up the back of her neck. "Feeling it deeply, down to my toes." She gasped and turned her neck to the side, and Viktor could see in her eyes that she was somewhere else completely. Maybe imagining them together? "No I feel that there's a fire here, try that once, a little higher dear. What a beast to ruin such a pearl! Would a convent take a Jewish girl?"

Jack slowly laid her down on the chaise lounge, showing attention to the hollow beneath her throat, gently running his lips up her throat and to her ear, where he started nibbling. But then he pulled her up, looking deeply into her beautiful hazel eyes, and the lights started dimming. "Does it take more explanation than this?" he sang softly, barely a breath away from her lips as he looked into her eyes. Her breasts were gently pressed against his chest, and a sigh came as he leaned in and finally kissed her.

The jealousy that mounted in him as Leigh Ann's soft, pliant mouth moved against Jack's, his hands moving deftly up her curving body. Leigh's voice came into the room, like a thought moving through his head. "Ooh, the thrills and chills running through me... If I stop him now..." She slowly pulled away, her eyes confused. "Can he sue me?"

"You are woman..." Jack whispered, slowly leaning her back onto the chaise lounge.

"You are man..." Leigh's husky voice whispered.

"Let's..." And his lips brushed Leigh Ann's once more, but only before the lights went completely black.

The lights in the auditorium came back on, almost blinding Viktor. They also took away a part of his fury as he unclenched his sore, white knuckles. "That was amazing!" Marie cried, giving off a girlish squeal. "Leigh, you looked so perfect up there! You took my advice after all."

Leigh Ann's face was completely flushed. She appeared very embarrassed. "Yeah. I did." Though a sparkle was in her eyes, as if she were still imagining her other intimate moment. "It helped a lot. Not that you're not a great guy, Jack," Leigh Ann said, standing up from the couch/bed. "You are. But it's really, really weird."

"No problem, Leigh." The insufferable boy smirked, showing off straight, bright white teeth. "It's weird for me, too. But you've gotten better at play-kissing since your Third Year."

She flushed again, though this time with anger. "I'd hope so!"

He laughed, standing up and ruffling her done-up hair. "Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm just joshing ya."

"Alright," Marie said, stopping all further conversation. "That was an amazing run! After a ten minute break, we'll go onto the next scene."

Viktor knew that he had to get out of there before he was caught. All he knew was that he had to leave before he killed jack, or went and took Leigh Ann and claimed her as his. Because she was his. And no one else could tell him differently.

Leigh Ann
October 25, 11:59 P.M.
Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom

He was sitting at his desk, only a single lamp lighting him as he worked. His glasses were right on his nose. I wasn't sure what exactly he was grading, but he looked adorable. Exhausted, but adorable.

Behind him, the floor-to-ceiling windows showed the dark, starry night. The clouds weren't covering the moon, which was completely full. The light of it and a few floating candles around him were lighting the space. He looked so amazingly adorable at the moment, with the shadows around him, and the big grandfather clock striking midnight.

"You should be een bed," he said suddenly, not looking up from his work as he wrote something down. "Eet is late." Did I like it that his English was getting better, or was I upset because he was loosing his accent? I wasn't sure.

"I know. And so should you." I stepped out of the shadows by the front door. He still wasn't looking up, so I stepped in front of his desk and put my hands on it. "Viktor..."

He reluctantly looked up, and in his eyes I not only saw his want for me, which happened everyday that he looked at me, even in class, but suddenly I saw a slight amount of...fear. "Leahn?"

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked softly, walking around the desk. I sat my hands on his shoulders, gently starting to kneed the tense muscles there. "You're so tense... What's wrong?" I leaned down and gently kissed his shoulder, wishing that he wouldn't be so tense as I stood there, trying to relax him.

"I am fine." He sat back and rolled his shoulders, giving me a few less knots to rub out.

I knew that he wasn't, but I didn't push the subject. "Alright. I just wanted to come see you before I was taken over by the winter play and Halloween." I was going to die if our Funny Girl practices started going past ten o'clock at night. Considering we started at six, (and I started at five, because I played Fanny,) my time was seriously taken over.

I was no Barbra Streisand—I could admit to that. The reason I was picked was because of my alto singing voice and my ability to laugh at myself. And the fact that I could pick up a dance move or two when taught kind of helped, too. The whole point of Funny Girl was that a person, no matter how un-beautiful for the time, or how challenging to would be for them to become something, they could. Talent alone was perfect for it.

Viktor frowned when I mentioned the play, and he placed on of his hands on top of mine., starting to pull me over "Coome here." He slowly pulled me onto his lap, running his hands up and down my back and over my legs. I leaned my head onto his, wrapping my arms around his neck as I gave his forehead a kiss. "I...saw soome of the play."

I pulled back, my arms still around him, and felt my eyebrows scrunching up. "Really?" No one was usually allowed in rehearsals unless they were in or helping with the play. "What part?"

His dark brown eyes seemed a little...upset. I wasn't sure if I liked that he'd just walked in to rehearsals. "I theenk it vas...You are Voman, I am Man."

Of course it was. I felt his anger in the set of his muscles, wondering if he'd seen all of it, or just some of it. "I know that it looked bad," I sighed, gently caressing his jaw. His eyes were almost black with the anger that he held. "But I was just actin'."

He nodded stiffly, placing his face gently into my neck and taking a deep breath. "I knoo. It vas hard to vatch." His lips gently started to kiss my neck, one of his hands caressing one of my thighs and the other wrapping around my waist to get a better hold on me. "Hees hands vere all over you."

"It was just for that scene," I promised, loving the feel of his lips on me. Every time I had to do that scene, all I could think of to feel comfortable was to think that it was Viktor who was kissing me like that, not him.

"You think of me, yes?" I felt his smirk against my skin.

"So you were there for Marie to tell you that much, huh?"

He gently nibbled on my earlobe, his fingers massaging wherever they were. "I saw eet een your eyes."

"Hmm." We sat there for a few more minutes, listening to the ticking of the clock and the flickering of the flames in the fire. I felt so warm and comforted in those few moments that I felt like nothing could hurt me. I thought that I'd heard a noise at the door, but when I looked up, it was closed, just as it had always been. It was nothing. But then I remembered what I'd seen in his room, and I felt my face scrunching up a little. "Viktor?"

"Da?"

"When I went by your room to see if you were there, I saw bags. Are you going somewhere?"

He nodded a little, his thumb making circles on my thigh. He wouldn't meet my eyes. "I meent to teel you. I am leafing for a few days."

"Where are you going?" I asked softly, not wanting to pry, but wanting to know about him as much as I possibly could. I realized that he'd seen all of my life, but I'd barely gotten under his life's surface.

He smirked and gently kissed my nose, chuckling. "Do noot vorry, Leahn. Eet is joost a busy-ness trip. I vill be back before you knoo eet."

"Will you be back in time for the Halloween performance?" I asked reluctantly, knowing that the answer would be a no. And I was right.

"He." I frowned, but he kissed my lips softly and glanced at me with love. "Boot I vill vatch it soome oother time, da?"

It really meant something to me if Viktor was saying that he'd re-watch it from a recording. He absolutely despised Muggle technology, especially video recordings. But I did notice that he had a picture of the entire group of Champions from the Triwizard Tournament on his desk, which was Wizard-made, but it moved exactly like a Muggle movie. Only it wa smuch shorter and didn't have any words or color. So I didn't understand why he was so touchy about technology. But whatever.

I felt myself smiling as I nuzzled my nose against his. "Alright. Promise?"

"Da, I do. I promees."

Leigh Ann
October 31, 7:00 P.M.
Mess Hall

"Alright everybody...places!"

It was All-Hallows Eve, and everyone was ready for a day off of fun filled with candy and a pretty amazing costume party. The Music class was putting on a show for dinner, and a rather creepy one at that. All of us were dressed as zombies and banshees and vampires and some of the c ast really were those creepy things! Our half-banshee was pretty creepy-looking at the moment.

"You ready for this?" Alex asked as she walked up to me, fully costumed as a siren and looking pretty damn good. I was glad that Viktor couldn't see my best friend like this, her chest all hanging out and showing everyone that she had a very curvy body. I'd figured out very early on that Viktor was a breast man.

He'd had to leave a few days before the show, saying that he'd had some business in Bulgaria that he had to attend to. I wished that he was there, because last night, I'd had a bad dream. He'd said that any time I was scared and he wasn't there, I could come lay in his bed and think only of him and good things. Too bad that I need your company, Viktor...your smell helps, too, to keep the nightmares away, but your warmth and comfort keep me sane.

I nodded and scrunched my curly hair a little more, wishing only for a second that my hair was long again, but I knew that it would take much too long to get it back to that length. I was dressed as a woodland sprite, one of my favorite creatures of the magical world. Green suited me nicely. "Sure am. This year's show won't disappoint!"

"Still think you look too cute for a Monstrar el Diablo," she snorted, standing over my dressing table and running her fingers over my hair as I put the finishing touches on it.

"It's not a devil show," I scoffed as I tried to hold in a laugh. "Its like your Day of the Dead, only we celebrate a little differently. I'm not the one dressed as a siren."

"You're still too cute."

I did have to say that I looked pretty cute. My little brown dress and green accents and makeup really did something to my eyes that made them pop. Or it might have been the magic that made my eyes a startling green. Whatever.

I about opened my mouth to say something, but suddenly the lights went completely out, as if we were ready to start performing. But we weren't ready yet!

"Hey, turn those back on!" Professor Lingam, (Colonel General Marie Lingam,) yelled to whomever had turned them off in the first place. But all she got as a response was the starting of some music. Everyone backstage started murmuring low, and Mary, Alex, and I followed Professor Lingam to side stage, where the curtains were open.

Slowly, from somewhere through the ceiling, people on strings were lowered onto the stage. "What's that?" Mary, next to me, dressed as a water nymph asked as she pushed her long golden locks over one shoulder.

"I...I'm not sure," I whispered as the people stepped onto the stage, starting to dance like...like puppets? All of them had face paint on, with bright cheeks, black lines on either side of their mouths, widening them, like dolls. The other half of them were like clowns. "But..." They look like us!

"We walk around this empty house, tear us down, throw you out!" they sang, dancing around in the strange manner of puppets. "Screaming down the hall...spinning all around and now we fall!" Strings actually held their arms up, pulling them around and making them dance.

"Something's not right, here," Mary whispered next to me, her baby blue eyes widened in fright. Some people turned out to be afraid of clowns and puppets... And Mary was one of them.

"Pictures framing up the past, your taunting smirk behind the glass. This museum full of ash, once a tickle, now a rash!" The crowd liked it, but some of the teachers looked very worried. Considering that all of the "students" on stage were also backstage, something very, very wrong was happening. And Viktor isn't even here to help!

"This used to be a fun house," they sang in a sadistically happy way, "but now its full of evil clowns. Its time to start a countdown...we're gonna burn it down, down, down! We're gonna burn it down!" Something was definitely wrong with all of this, and I knew that something would happen as soon as all of the puppets started counting down from ten.

"Five...four...three...two...one!"

My heart dropped into my stomach the moment the entire stage erupted into flames. Luckily, I'd pushed Mary and Alex out of the way before the heat hit all of us full on. An evil, maniacal laugh filled the Mess Hall as students screamed and ran for the exits, but those were quickly sealed off as the fire grew. Teachers tried to get rid of this fire, but something kept it blazing strong.

Suddenly twenty or so white-clad figures flew out of the fire on broomsticks, all with tall, pointy white hoods and face masks. "Silly wizards...allowing Muggle filth into your midst!" a voice made up of twenty said before giving off a cackle. For some reason, I was frozen in my spot, unable to move. Maybe it was the fright of what was happening, or maybe even the memories. But Alex pulled me away quickly, to the backstage where most were cowering, others trying to figure out what to do, and still others who wanted to fight.

But the voice kept on.

"Now, not only will the Muggles suffer, but your time will come too. Nothing good comes of blood traitors! Nothing!"

"Show yourself!" one of the teachers roared, his voice filled with fury. "Whoever is behind this, so help me God—"

"God will not help you, fool! And Merlin has turned his back on all of you for allowing this Muggle filth to steal our precious magic! Remember this message—you will all pay for what you have done!" And with that, the fire and the white clad-figures disappeared.

"They only wanted to give a message," Alex whispered, her voice filled with fear. Although she was pureblood, this had to have been hard for her.

"Or a warning," I said back.

"OFFICERS," the General yelled in a voice that I could hardly believe came from him, "TO MY OFFICE, NOW!"

October 31, 7:54 P.M.
Officer's Meeting Room

"What the hell was that?"

"Merlin, what are we gonna do?"

"They could have killed someone!"

"We've got to get the Muggle-borns to safety!"

"The Muggle-borns? We've got to get everyone to safety!"

"Who were those people?"

"EVERYONE, QUIET DOWN NOW!"

Well, that did it. Not only did the Officers quiet down, but they all sat down in their respective chairs, too. My brother, two seats away from me, looked pale, his jaw clenched, his eyes furious. Jessica, many seats down, had a mask over whatever she was feeling, so I couldn't tell her emotions.

The General looked furious, though. He was pacing at the head of the large, round table, looking a little more frazzled than I'd ever seen him be. Though suddenly he stopped, put both of his hands on the table, and shouted, "Nelson!"

The three of us at the table instantly stood up. "Yes, sir!"

"First Lieutenant," he growled lowly, his ice blue eyes set on me. Jason and Jessica both swallowed hard and sat down, giving me glances that were either pity-filled or furious. One of the two.

"Y-yes, sir," I said softly, wishing that I could meet his eyes, but I felt pretty ridiculous, standing there in my woodland sprite garb. Not only did I feel ridiculous, but so many memories were running through my mind that I barely felt that I could speak!

"As Senior Officer in that music class," he said lowly, his eyes sparking in anger, "I want to know what the hell happened in there!"

It was true. As a Sixth Year Officer, I was the highest rank in my music class. Most years after six didn't have time to be in it. But, even so, I had no clue what had just happened. "We were getting ready to perform, and the lights went off early. Alex Velázquez and Mary Louis and Colonel General Marie Lingam and I all saw what happened from the sidelines. The fire started, and..."

"And?"

Oh, God, don't make me say it... "I can't be sure, of course, sir. But those uniforms...they looked a lot like..." Dear Lord, please help me keep my strength! "The kyklos has come back."

Very few people in the group even knew what it meant. Many Southerners did, though, and the females who understood looked faint. "Use English, Nelson! Damn!"

"Kyklos is Greek for "Circle," sir." One deep breath, two... "I'm not sure if you remember the fifties at all, but almost fifty years ago, and even before that, in the eighteen-hundreds, a group of Wizards got the idea that blood supremacy was best. The Muggles had already had the idea, though a little differently..." When he still didn't look like he understood, I felt sick to my stomach. He's going to make me say it! "Sir...in those times, the Wizard Ku Klux Klan was officially started."

Uhm...weird plot twist, a maniacal mind, or a crazy writer who has too much time on her hands and has a penchant for U.S. History, the good and the bad? Maybe a little of all of that. I'm not meaning to insult anyone by using this, but I tried to think of a name for my group of Dark Wizards, and it just seemed right. I wanted to make a delegation of people sort of like England's Dark Wizards.

So anyways, what do you think?

Here's a piece from the next chapter!

Leigh Ann
November 10, 10:34 A.M.
History of Magic Classroom

"The mail is here," CG Lingam sighed, setting down her pointer stick and sitting down at her desk. "Go ahead and read it. I'm not going to inspect it, kids, so don't worry. Your love lives are safe with me."

The kids laughed nervously. Ever since the attack on Halloween, everyone had been tense and waiting for something else to happen. All extra-curricular activities were shut down, even Quidditch and football. Funny Girl and Beauty and the Beast had been canceled for the time being. No matter how angry all of us were, the General was even angrier. Curfews were restricted even more, and every student was to be accounted for at every moment. Nothing like that could happen again.

I reached up and plucked the letter that carrier pigeon in front of me held. The Salem Witch Institute insisted on using them instead of owls, like England, and wouldn't even think about giving the students free rein on what animal they wanted to use. It was from my pen pal at the Institute.

Dear Leigh Ann,
I'm hesitant to send this letter to you. Although nothing like that has happened here yet, strange things have been happening. Students are becoming secretive, and I haven't heard from anyone from any other Wizard school in the States. I'm sorry to hear of your predicament. Send my love to those students in the infirmary and the ones who have left from fear. Please be careful.

-Yours truly,
Selene

P.S.
That butterscotch you sent me was simply delicious! Thank you for it, and I hope you'll send more next time. Adieu!

I sighed and rolled the parchment up, taking an M&M out of my pocket and feeding it to the bird. Viktor wouldn't talk to me about this, so I had resorted to talking to Selene. Apparently none of the teachers were allowed to tell us anything.

I didn't see how that would help us if, in the end, it only hurt us.

Reviews? I'd really like to know your thoughts on this chapter. The first part and the second.