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Ariana's Drabble extravaganza! Featuring Viktor Krum - Sa13+ Drabble 1: #69 Slap Viktor was walking out of the castle, not paying any attention to his surroundings as he noticed Hermione sitting by herself near the lake. Smirking, he began to walk towards her when he walked right into a fifth year Slytherin. SLAP! The Slytherin girl sneered at him, making Viktor smile terrified. Blushing furiously, Viktor shook it off, apologized thickly and walked up to Hermione, his face stinging as everyone laughed around him. "Hermy-own," He said softly. She looked up at him, smiling expectantly. "Yes?" "Um…Vould you have a quill I could borrow please?" Hermione broke out in tears, running away. |
Drabble 2: #96 Socks It was Christmas time in the castle and Viktor was looking forward to opening his presents. He wore a goofy grin as the days got closer to Christmas, wandering around singing old Christmas carols. Everyone around him watched curiously as the day before Christmas he jumped up on the table in the massive eating hall and sang out, "All I want for Christmas is a pair of socks, a pair of socks, and a pair of socks…" The hall rang with laughter as Karkaroff came up to him, handing him an early present, which turned out to be… a book. |
Drabble 3: #1 Herbology He woke up with a start, jumping out of bed and getting dressed. In his haste, he forgot his shoes. Not noticing, Viktor ran out of the castle and towards Herbology, getting there just in time. The bell rang and everyone walked into the greenhouse to find the professor sitting there, waiting for them. "Viktor, are you forgetting something?" The professor said. Viktor looked down, noticing his bare feet and blushed, turning around to get his shoes. On his way out, he didn't notice the pile of dirt and tripped, ripping his robes and making the class roar with laughter. |
Drabble 4: #27 Owl The rain poured down heavily as Viktor sat by the fireplace, thinking about his future. He never noticed the barn owl fluttering towards him, dripping wet. The owl hooted as it landed and he scowled as he took the vivacious purple envelope from it. Opening it, he read, "Dear Mr. Krum. We are pleased to announce you have been accepted into the highly esteemed British Quidditch team. Find enclosed a list of items you'll need to prepare yourself for our highly intense training sessions." Yours truly, Madam Bulgrode" He scowled as he turned the parchment around and saw two words… |
Drabble 5: #95 Snowball "Got you!!!" Viktor scowled as he spun around to see the gleeful expressions on his friends' faces. With an evil grin on his face, he picked up his wand, conjuring a giant snowball filled with sticky sap and enchanted it to come at them, hitting them over and over. They tried to run, but were cornered as the enchanted snowball drifted towards them, dripping with the syrupy substance. "This'll teach you to trick me like that!" Viktor said with a hideous grin as he flicked his wand, causing the snowball to explode over the two youth, drenching them in sap. |
Drabble 6: #100 Homework They stood there, dripping in sap as Viktor began to chortle. The sap began to stick to their clothes, making it almost impossible for them to move properly and the boys began to trip over their feet as they tried to get to Viktor. "You're in for it now fly boy." Goldien said as he whipped out his wand, the sap oozing from his hand. Viktor continued to laugh even harder as he sat back down, threw the parchment into the fire and began his homework. Suddenly, the other boy began to sneeze, shouting and laughing, "We give, you win!" |
Drabble 7: #75 Yodel Dinner was over and the hall was buzzing as the delicious desserts appeared. Victor's mouth watered as his favorite dish; chocolate covered crickets, stared at him. The tiny chocolate crickets twinkled, beckoning him forward. "What's that?" Someone called and Viktor turned his head for a split second, not knowing his friend had charmed his dish. Turning back, Viktor took a cricket, swallowed and opened his mouth. Instead of speaking, he began to yodel very loudly. It rang through the halls of the castle as Viktor tried to stop, glaring, as his two friends howled in laughter still sticky in sap. |
Drabble 8: #79 Author's Choice - Pain Tick. Time seemed to stand still as the Bludger smashed into his nose. The crowd shrieked as his head snapped back and pain shot through his face. He was falling now, the wind rustling through his hair, blood beginning to pour from his nose. Tock. The ground was getting closer now, the sound of the rushing wind screaming in his ears. The crowd was howling in the distance, hoping he would be okay. Tick. He was slowing now; the wind dying down, the blood stopping. The pain died down as he rested his eyes. The game over, Viktor had won. |
Drabble 9: #44 Ford Anglia The Muggle car shone in the daylight, enticing Viktor forward. His gaze followed the contours of the vehicle, which was a light blue Ford Anglia. Smirking, Viktor opened the front door, slipped in and started the engine. The engine kicked in perfectly, giving off a little exhaust, but then began to buckle and jerk around. "Vhat the?!" Viktor cried out as the front seat ejected him out of the car. Landing on his backside, he turned around to see the car spinning its tires, almost laughing. "Honk honk!!" the car honked its horn and fled into the distance, gravel flying. |
Drabble10: #81 Depression It was over; after all his hard work and training, Viktor had missed the Snitch, giving the win to Ireland. The crowd stood, booing at him as he landed in a pile of mud, splattering his robes. He wiped the blood from his nose, which had been smashed by a Bludger and scowled. Walking over to the benches, he sat down, his eyes downcast. "Its ok mate, you tried." Someone shouted from the crowd. Viktor turned around and glared down at the poor lad. The depression was setting in and instead of scowling; he laughed as his team surrounded him. |
Drabble 11: #3 Transfiguration The room was noisy with the sound of frogs croaking in an untimely fashion, making Viktors head spin with annoyance as he tried to study. There was nothing weird about this class except for one thing, there was no professor or students. Picking up his wand, he began to work, trying to transfigure a book into a cat; it was harder than it looked as the others found when their wands backfired turning them into frogs that were now hopping around lazily. The door opened, "Viktor, what happened?" Viktor looked up, "Nothing, it's just Transfiguration class professor." "Oh, Okay then" |
Drabble 12: #2 Muggle Studies Once everyone was re-transfigured back into heir normal selves, Viktor went on to Muggle Studies, one of the most boring classes ever. "I think I vill skip class today." Viktor said to himself as he stood outside the door. "Viktor? Can I come too?" asked a 5th year student who was also taking the class. "If you vant to vatch me flirt with the girls, then go ahead." He replied as he stalked off, scowling. "Wow brains and brawns…what a man!" a seventh year girl said as he breezed past her. "Yes, and he can fly too!" said a portrait. |
Drabble 13: #50 Boggart Walking back into the castle after Muggle Studies was over Viktor went and waited excited about his favorite class, Ancient Runes. "Hey Viktor, how was the flirting?" called out the same girl from before. "It was better than before." Viktor muttered to him self as the door opened, revealing the classroom. He sat down and jumped up, "Ouch!" he cried out as he pulled a tack from his backside. The class roared with laughter as the professor came in chuckling. "That's what you get for flirting with a Boggart that looked like a beautiful woman Viktor!" Viktor blush and left. |
Drabble 14: #5 Astronomy The stars twinkled as Viktor raised his telescope and started blankly into the eyepiece, looking for the planet Uranus. The whole Astronomy class watched, anticipating something. A First year came up to the professor handing her a note and look closely at Viktor. "Vhat is it?" "Nothing…I have to go." She said as she left. Viktor shook his head and turned back to his telescope when he noticed everyone watching him. "VHAT?!" he shouted, irritated. His friend, Goldien poked him and whispered, "Look in a mirror." Viktor did so and noticed two black circles over his eyes. "Oh, very funny." |
Drabble 15: #6 Divination She was walking towards him, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight, her hair glistening with raindrops. Her dress was a wonderful shade of blue, with frills on the bottom which accentuated her lovely form. She stopped in front of him, her cheeks getting pink as she stared at him. "I have been waiting for this moment." She said softly, caressing his cheek. He smiled, dimples peeking out of his skin as he replied, "So have I, my darling." He reached forward to run his hand through her hair when… "Mr. Krum, is this Divination class, or a sappy romance novel?" |
Drabble 16: #7 Care of Magical Creatures The Thestral stared back at him, its hollow eyes peering into his very soul. Care of Magical Creatures class was creeping Viktor out and he didn't like it one bit. He couldn't see any Thestral, no matter where his friend pointed. "Can't you see it?" The boy asked his voice getting harsh from saying the same words over again. "No, I can't see the what? No." Viktor said for the millionth time, sounding exasperated. The professor looked over at them waved her hand and Viktor jumped as something brushed up against him. "That was a Thestral" his friend said laughing. |
Drabble 17: #8Potions The common room was quiet and the students were sleeping soundly, snug in their beds. He snuck quietly to the portrait hole, having an idea about where to play his trick. Pulling his invisibility cloak over himself, he slipped out into the castle. Once inside the room, he gathered his potions and set to work. Twenty minutes later, it was ready. Quietly going back to his dorm, Viktor was excited. The next morning at breakfast, Viktor went down to the hall and howled with laughter as everyone did the moon walk and spoke in limericks. "Happy April Fools!" Viktor shouted. |
Drabble 18: #9 Defense against the Dark Arts Viktor sat in Defense against the Dark Arts classroom, scowl in place. He had just been stunned for the tenth time and he was getting sore. "Provessor, why do you insist on putting the spell on me? There's other students here you know!" he said, getting up again and grabbing his wand. The students watched as the Professor walked up to him, smirked and said. "It's fun, you have to be quick on your feet, how you became the worlds best seeker I'll never know, you can't even dodge a Stunning spell!" Viktor hook his head and fell, stunned again. |
Drabble 19: #98 Pajamas It was nighttime and the castle was dark and quiet. Viktor thought now would be the perfect time to get his ridiculous pajamas on. Pulling one leg on, the hideous fabric rubbed against his skin and he shuddered to think of what his friends would say. When he had the pajamas on, he quietly sneaked to his bed, but not before his friend Goldien saw him and shouted, "Look at the cute little bunny rabbit!!" Viktor was dressed in a one piece pair of pink pajamas, which his aunt had bought him. He fell into bed, slamming the curtains closed. |
Drabble 20: #10 Arithmancy His face was scrunched up in concentration; the noise level rose as students finished their homework and began to mess around. He put his quill between his teeth, biting down he thought about the essay he had to write for Arithmancy. It was tough; he hated math, hated anything to do with numbers. "I'll never finish the essay off!" he grumbled as he flung the parchment, books and his quill into his bag, scowling. "Aw come on Viktor, is the math too hard for you?" his friend jeered. Viktor took out his wand, "Perfectus Totalus" he said before walking away. |
Drabble21: #11 History of Magic The professor droned on about the History of Magic, making Viktor sleepy. It was tiring, listening to a ghost give off the most boring lecture on the Goblin wars. He yearned for his old professor back at Durmstrang, why he had to listen to this ghost, he had no idea. His head hit the table with a thud, making everyone look at him. "Wake up!" someone poked him hard in the ribs, making him yelp in shock. He looked up, watching the professor, who looked as if he'd been speaking the whole time, oblivious to his surroundings and the noise. |
Drabble 22: #56 Fight "Snowball fight!!" Someone shouted and the snow began to fly. It was an all out war on the grounds. Viktor wanted nothing to do with it as he walked along the frozen lake's edge, dodging the projectiles that came at him. Suddenly WHACK! A snowball nailed him on the back of the head, causing him to fall to the ground, dazed. "You want to start something?" he smirked at the boy. With an evil grin, he picked up the kid, ran towards the hill and pushed the kid off, watching as the kid became a giant snowball which hit everyone. *Sorry, not my best moment :blush: |
Drabble 23: #61 Kiss She stared at him, tears running down her cheeks. He had blown it; it was too much for her. She walked away from him, her brown hair billowing behind her, not wanting to see his face. "Herm-own-ninny." He called, chasing after her, knowing he had one last chance to prove his love. Grabbing her hand, he gently spun her around and held her firmly. She tried getting away, but he turned her tear-streaked face towards him and kissed her passionately. Time seemed to stop. He backed up holding a rose and said as she caught her breath, "Happy Valentines Day." |
Drabble 24: #89 Past Viktor closed his eyes drifting into nothingness, having a flashback from his past... He was running through the maze at the Triwizard Tournament, his wand alight. Suddenly, his mind went blank. He had the sudden urge to Crucio someone; his face became dark as someone ran into him, Cedric Diggory. Cedric gawked; saying something Viktor couldn't hear as he raised his wand, "Crucio!" Cedric jumped out of the way just in time as Harry came storming up, his wand outstretched. Viktor turned and ran, but not before he felt something knock him back, making him black out… Viktor awoke, shaking. |
Drabble 25: #92 Chocolate Being careful, Viktor slipped into the darkened classroom, listening for any sound of the inhabitants. He knew they were there waiting for him to make a sound. Suddenly he sneezed and the room lit up, "Happy Birthday Viktor!" Everyone cried as they jumped out of their hiding places. Viktor sat down scowling, drooping his shoulders. He hated his birthday with a passion. Someone handed him a gift and he opened it. Inside was a giant box of Honeydukes Chocolate with some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Viktor smiled a genuine smile and dug into the chocolate, his sweet tooth fulfilled. |
Drabble 26: #88 Sweet Tooth Viktor walked outside into the blinding sunlight, scrunching up his eyes. He needed something to fulfill his sweet tooth and he knew where to get it. He set off along High Street, determined to make it to Honeydukes before they closed. The sky was getting very cloudy now, the wind picking up. The fog which had been around for a few months stuck to him like glue. He walked faster, seeing the store two feet away. Walking in, he ordered, "5 pounds of your chocolate and make it quick!" Grabbing the chocolate, Viktor stormed outside, sat down scarfing it down. |
Drabble 27: #54 Dare "Do it." "No." "If you want to be on the team, you have to do it. I dare you." "Fine" he sighed going into the changing room, coming out ten minutes later wearing a costume that looked like a teapot. Climbing onto his broom, which was difficult, he soared up into the air, pointed his wand at his throat muttering "Sonorous" and began singing, "I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I get all steamed up hear me shout. Tip me over and pour me out!" The team roared with laughter. |
Drabble 28: #93 Chicken It was dinnertime and Viktor was ravished. Walking into the hall, he was shocked to see the room over-run with chickens. Feathers were everywhere as students tried to catch them. "Vhat is going on? Is this 'Catch your own dinner' day?" he asked shouting above the noise. Goldien came running up to him, scratches on his face and said, "The Headmaster thought it would be funny to watch us catch our own meal". Viktor scowled, "Why don't you just stun them?" Goldien blushed and said. "We didn't think of doing that." "Obviously." Viktor replied, stunning a chicken and sitting down. |
Drabble 29: #4 Ancient Runes The common room was packed with noisy students as Viktor tried getting his Ancient Runes essay done before class started. He growled low in his throat as he pushed away his parchment, just as a paper airplane came zooming past him. "How am I supposed to study if I can't hear myself think?" he said to himself, getting up quickly, throwing his bag over his shoulder. "Easy, don't!" his friend said, putting his arm on Viktors shoulder and pulling him back. "I'd rather play ball right now then work anyway." Viktor said, charming Goldien to bounce around like a ball. |
Drabble 30: #13 Quidditch Flying high, Viktor smiled for the first time since he had said goodbye to Hermione. The wind rushed against his face as he soared past the empty stands, imagining the crowd shouting his name as he caught the Snitch. "Viktor!" The crowd roared as he went for a victory lap, snitch tightly in his hand. "Viktor!" He flew down with a sense of excitement and watched his Quidditch teammates surrounding him. "VIKTOR! Dinner time." He snapped back to attention, almost falling off his broom. Standing in the middle of the empty field was his mother watching him, holding her apron. |
Drabble 31: #49 Yule Ball Viktor was sitting in the library at Hogwarts, watching Hermione through the bookshelves. He had to ask her to the Yule Ball, yet he was a coward and didn't know how to ask. He listened as Harry and Ron said they were leaving, and then made his move. Walking duck-footed towards her, he cleared his throat, "Herm-own-ninny?" She looked up from her book, Hogwarts a History, "Yes?" "Vill you go to the Yule Ball vith me?" He asked his palms sweaty with nerves. She looked at him curiously, before a giant smile spread on her face. "Yes." She said softly. |
Drabble 32: 14 Hogwarts, a History Viktor was bored. Being at Hogwarts was not what he wanted to be doing right now. He began to wonder if he should do something productive, instead of sitting around the Library, watching the brown haired Gryffindor named Hermione. Deciding to try something productive, he picked up a book, not noticing the title and began reading. "Excuse me, but are you through with that?" Hermione said coming up to him with a slight blush on her cheeks. Viktor frowned, closed the book, which was Hogwarts, A History and handed to her. She walked away without even thanking him. He sighed. |
Drabble 33: #26 Quill His quill was unmoving, the ink dripping soundlessly onto the parchment. He had come to a decision. He would write Hermione a poem to tell her his feelings, since he wasn't able to do so in person. "Your eyes are like candy, sweet yet demanding, Your hair is as smooth as silk. Your voice is melodic, drifting through my ears like a sweet melody. When you walk past me I breathe in your scent, How can it be that fate brought us together?" He sighed, crumpling up the piece of parchment and threw it in the fire. Soon he thought. |
Drabble 34: #15 Room The room was dark and empty. Viktor walked in, curious about the noise that was coming from the far corner. He pulled out his wand, ready to defend himself if need be and walked slowly, ever watchful. A small ray of light shone from the window, blocked mostly from the rain that was falling outside, giving off weird shadows from where the light penetrated. Suddenly thunder struck, casting an eerie glow to surround the room as Viktor stopped and looked around. There in the corner, he found Hermione, holding a piece of parchment and crying. Viktor remained silent and left. |
Drabble 35: #12 Charms Classes were starting and Viktor decided to wander around the castle, seeing what was up since it was his free period. He made his way down the corridor, listening in on the conversations going on and heard something that caught his attention. "We are going to charm these carrots to dance the jig across the table." More curious now, wanting to see something fun for once, Viktor walked up to the door to the Charms classroom and watched as one by one, carrots jumped up, did a jig across tables and stopped. "Cool." He said moving on, shaking his head. |
Drabble 36: #80 Authors Choice - Tears He watched her as she ran down the hall, tears streaking down her cheeks like little rivers of emotions. It secretly pained him to see her this way, but he could do nothing about it. They had been friends for too long, but they had changed; she with her Auror training, he with his Quidditch career. They were too different now, two strangers living together. She cried silently, knowing it was over without him saying anything. She ran to their room, packing away her belongings and writing a note for him before leaving. "Goodbye Viktor, my love." He had lost. |
Drabble 37: #16 Dragonhide Gloves Viktor pulled on his dragon hide gloves, not wanting to be there at all. He hated the smell, rank and disgusting dirt, slimy and creepy looking plants which could bite your head off in one go. He jumped nervously as the plant hissed at him. Scowling he shook off his indignation and ploughed ahead, cutting away the leaves which would be used for the next Potions lesson. Suddenly a vivacious purple root shot out of nowhere, nailing Viktor on his head. The class roared with laughter as the professor said, "Now, now, don't be like that." petting the tentacula fondly. |
Drabble 38: #43 Headmaster Viktor was feeling rambunctious that day, he wanted to do something fun and exciting. He had a plan which would entertain him for awhile. Taking his Stink Pellets which he had ordered on his last trip to the store, he snuck into the teachers' lounge placing them at strategic intervals around the room. He turned to leave, sniggering slightly and realized someone was in the room. "Headmaster!" he said nervously, with sweat on his brow. "Viktor, haven't I taught you anything? Stink pellets won't work, you need to use dung bombs!" He smirked as he winked and walked out, sniggering. |
Drabble 39: #76 Zap The wind was picking up; a storm was approaching, which was alright with Viktor. He was annoyed and angry and was glad to have the distraction from his discomfort. The sky opened up into a great downpour of rain, washing the muck away from the ground below as lightening zapped the trees of the wilderness. It was melodic, hearing the thunder which boomed through the walls, the lightning casting shadows in the walls. Viktor stared out the window, wishing it would be that easy to zap his feelings like the lightening zapped the treetops, but alas, it wasn't the case. |
Drabble 40: #65 Ooze Viktor wrinkled his nose as the pus oozed out of the pod. It was nasty, yet melodic as it dripped silently into the container he was holding underneath it. How could something so wonderful give off such a smell when punctured? It was just like his heart; filled with contentment and love then exploding with hate and fear. He tossed the empty pod away, taking another, wishing it would be that easy when it came to matters of the heart. He knew it was hopeless though; and sighed as he listened to the drip, drip as the pus poured out. |
Drabble 41: #53 Chase An 11 year old Viktor swam, laughing hysterically as his father dived under the water, coming up behind him and saying "boo!" He loved moments like this with his pappy; times when it was just him and Viktor, not worrying about when he would be called away on another mission for the Bulgarian Ministry. Viktor swam away from his father, who gave chase, calling out "I'm gonna get you!" in a teasing way. Viktor squealed as large hands gathered him up, lifting him out of the water. He swung his arms around his father, glad for these precious moments alone. |
Drabble 42: #17 Cauldron Viktor stared blankly into the bubbling potion in his cauldron. It was supposed to be a bright green color; instead it was a dull brown. He had forgotten to add an ingredient, but he couldn't remember which one. He saw the professors sneer from the back of the class as he walked up along the desks, looking at everyone's potions. He stopped at Viktors, and said, "Viktor, what's that?" "My potion professor." "I don't think so." He flicked his wand, causing the potion to spill onto Viktor, making bright green spots to appear on him, which smelled like a skunk. |
Drabble 43: #90 Present His wand was raised in a defensive position. He glared menacingly up at his opponent. Viktor was teeming with such a strange emotion it confused him. Glaring, his opponent sneered as she flailed her wings. At this present time all he could think about was getting that egg in the quickest time possible. "Conjunctivitis!" Viktor roared. The spell shot from his wand, hitting the Chinese Fireball squarely in the eyes. She jumped around, smashing her many eggs, but was confused enough not to notice Viktor make a grab for the golden egg and run. He was victorious, he had won. |
Drabble 44: #91 Future The grass was soft against his feet as he walked along the lakes edge. He had been thinking a lot about his future lately. The sun was shining hypnotically on the lakes surface as he stopped, gazing at the Quidditch Pitch. He had been with the Bulgarian Quidditch team for a full year now and had learned a lot about Seeking, but he wanted more now. The war was growing stronger each day, innocent witches and wizards being murdered. He made a decision there on the grass, he would work hard to become an Auror and fight the good fight. |
Drabble 45: #39 Duel "You're in for it now" The seventh year student said, towering over the First year Viktor, who was shaking with fear. His wand was held tightly in his hand, sweat beginning to form on his brow. "Are you going to duel me, or are you a chicken?" jeered the boy, glaring down at Viktor who was shaking. "I'm…I'm sorry for bumping into you, I swear!" Viktor said, trying to sound unafraid. The older boy laughed, putting his wand in his pocket. Ruffling Viktors hair the older boy said as he walked away, "Welcome to Durmstrang squirt." Viktor stood there stunned. |
Drabble 46: #31 Dress Robes Viktor stared at her as she ascended the stairs; her brown hair bobbing gently on her shoulders. He was mesmerized by her beauty and stared gawk-eyed. She was gorgeous in her dress robes of light blue, flowing down her figure, accentuating her glowing face as she stood in front of him, waiting. Hermione stood there nervously, watching as Viktors face turned from bored to amazed in one swing of his gorgeous eyes. A blush came to her face as he said, "You look beautiful Herm-own-ninny." She smiled, placing a hand in the crook of his arm and together they entered. |
Drabble 47: #18 Whomping Willow Viktor was bored and decided to take a walk on the grounds of Hogwarts while his classmates had their class. He wandered around for a bit, finally stopping at the wondrous and mysterious Whomping Willow tree which was situated in the middle of the grounds. His eyes glazed over as he looked up at the branches which swung lazily at a poor bird who had wandered too close. The squawk of the bird rang throughout the grounds. Viktor smirked, shaking his head and turned, mind reeling of the fact that something that innocent looking could be so dangerous and mystifying. |
Drabble 48: #21 Veela The Yule Ball was beginning to get to Viktor now; all he wanted to do was get some sleep so he could train more for the second task, but no he had to stay and dance. It wasn't that he didn't like Hermione, who was sitting beside him, smiling warmly, no it was because he couldn't stand to watch those Veela flaunting their stuff around the Great Hall, acting as if they're all that, with their flowing silver hair, their angelic features, their dazzling… "Viktor?" Viktor blinked, realizing he had been staring open-mouthed and gawked eyed. Hermione sniffed and left. |
Drabble 49: #29 Pensive Laying in bed, Viktor wished he had a Pensive to place all his memories of the past few months since the Triwizard Tournament. Everything was strange now; what with He Who Must Not Be Named running about, scaring the life out of everyone. Viktor had to admit he was nervous, though he didn't show it on the outside. On the inside, he was shaking, thanking who-ever was up there every morning that he was still alive. He turned over, staring out the window and thought to himself, "When this is all over, I'm taking a long deserved vacation to Tahiti." |
Drabble 50: #68roar The roar of the crowd deafened Krum as he soared over the heads of everyone shouting his name. Everywhere he looked, he saw the Bulgarian colors wink back at him, his national anthem bellowing out from the crowd as he swooped in for the snitch. He spotted it, hovering above the head of the Irish chaser Mullet. With a burst of speed Viktor dived, barely touching the ground before swooping up again and making a grab for it, which he felt struggling against his fingers. He stopped as a wave of cheers rose up and the announcer bellowed, “Bulgaria wins!” |
Drabble 51: #48 Leprechaun Time was something Viktor had plenty of lately, waiting for the final task to start. The Yule Ball had come and gone and there was nothing left but to wait and see what was in store for him. He was kind of hoping it would be something easy like chase a leprechaun through a maze or something, but whatever it was, Viktor would be ready. The day came when the four champions found out what they were up against. A giant man made maze. There would be obstacles to get past, and of course the champions themselves. Viktor was perplexed. *Sorry, this was a tough one to write* |
Drabble 52: #67 Quell Viktor stared blankly at the white tomb which held the body of Professor Dumbledore. The way the light reflected off the pure white stone, how the purple fabric swayed in the slight breeze. Everyone around him was mourning the loss of his great man, yet Viktor was angry. Why did something terrible have to happen to a great man like him? Who would do such a horrible thing? He took a great shuddering breath, trying to quell the emotion which threatened to overtake him and sat down, placing his hands on his face, knowing Dumbledore was in a better place. |
Drabble 53: #63 Mooch Dear Diary, Why do people always mooch off me, huh? Is it because I’m a superstar Quidditch player? It’s really annoying having someone ask for something ‘Can I borrow your quill?’, ‘Her Viktor I need you book for a minute’ and when I go to ask for them back, they say they lost them, it’s really irritating. One day I’m going to charm all my stuff to bounce off their heads if they try mooching off me anymore, I can’t take it. I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not too, but that’s another entry. Until tomorrow night, V |
Drabble 54: #97 Dictionary Viktor was sitting alone in the library, wondering what he should be doing, now that his exams were finally over and the only thing left was the final feast before everyone left for the holidays. He noticed a dictionary lying on the table in front of him and picked it up, knowing he must be bored if he was reading something like that. Flipping thorough the pages, he came across a word that made him laugh out loud, only to be kicked out of the library by the hem hem of Madam Pince. Viktor chuckled as he walked out, humming. |
Drabble 55: #84 Angry Viktor climbed into the boat angry at his Headmaster for running off like a coward. It was the end of the Triwizard Tournament and they were all heading back to Durmstrang. He scowled as he sat down and looked out the window, taking one last glance at Hogwarts before they began their journey. He was steaming at the ears at Harry, who had the nerve to say He Who Must Not Be Named was back. No one knew for sure if he had come back, but the fact that Cedric was gone was proof enough for him. He shivered uncontrollably. |
Drabble 56: #87 Plaid Presents were laying under the Christmas tree, waiting to be ripped open the next morning. Christmas had entered the household of the Krum family and Viktor was excited. Everywhere he turned he saw a winter wonderland. It was a magical time, and Viktor was looking forward to spending time with his family. He went to sleep pondering his gifts. The next morning brought a sense of excitement to Viktor as he stared at his brightly wrapped present. Tearing it open, he stared, heartbroken as he saw a book, "101 ways of wearing plaid." Viktor broke into hysterical gales of laughter. |
Drabble 57: #71 Untie Viktor was under the murky water, swimming awkwardly since he had tried to transfigure himself into a shark, but only managing half way. He swam fast, knowing he only had an hour to get the "one thing he would miss most". Slowly he heard singing and knew he was close. He sighed inwardly as he saw Harry Potter already there, trying in vain to untie his captive, which turned out to be Ron. Viktor stopped in front of Hermione, who looked like she was glowing and quickly began to snap at her bonds. Catching her, he swam to the surface. |
Drabble 58: #77 Cheerful Viktor was in a weird mood. Some might call it cheerful, but what he was so cheerful about he didn't know. Ever since the second task he had been smiling more, though it could have been because she had said yes when he asked her to his house during the summer. A small smile caressed his face as he sat in his school boat, listening to the others chat about this or that, but all he could think about was Hermione, dripping with water when he asked her, the smile that came to her face when she had said yes… |
Drabble 59: #62 Lope Viktor was late. He had slept in after partying the night before, thanks to the huge win he got in Quidditch. He loped around a few straggling students and wound up in front of his professor. "What's the hurry Viktor?" "I'm late for class sir, sorry." "On you way lad." She chuckled as Viktor took off again, weaving through the halls, finally coming up to the classroom door. He stopped to catch his breath, and was about to turn the knob when the professor called, "Viktor, you do know its Sunday right? There are no classes today." Viktor scowled, embarrassed. |
Drabble 60: #19 Wand His wand was such a wonderful thing; strong wood with a dragon heartstring inside. He stood there waiting as Mr. Ollivander, the Wizard wand maker of Diagon alley looked closely at Cedrics’, eyeing it for any dents or inconsistencies. He seemed pretty pleased though as he handed back Cedrics wand and motioned for Viktor to step forward, eyeing him anxiously. Viktor stepped forward, handing his wand, waiting patiently to get it back and leave. He had other plans which didn’t involve this. He wanted to get back to the boat and plan, plan for something which he knew was coming. |
Drabble 61: #55 Egg on Viktor was feeling rambunctious that day as he saw two students about to duel. He felt like egging them on. “How dare you say that about my father!” one student screamed, tears pouring from her eyes. “Well then don’t say that about my sister Frieda!” Frieda took out her wand, a look of determination on her face as she glared at her friend. “Take it back; say my father isn’t a toad like Umbridge!” Viktor just shook his head, turned and walked out, not feeling up to the challenge of stopping them. He heard a shout, a crash and sighed. |
Drabble 62: #73 Warn The corridor was packed with students as Viktor came stomping out of the common room. He had just visited the Slytherins and had to warn Hermione about a prank Draco was planning on playing. He needed to get to the library, but he kept getting bounced around by the nervous looking girls who followed him everywhere. A scowl was on his face as he pushed past. He made it to the library just as it was closing. “Darn” he muttered as he stomped off. Two hours later, he heard that Hermione was in the Hospital Wing, having her teeth fixed. |
Drabble 63: #20 Hogsmead Viktor was heading out of the castle, thinking he'd go to Hogsmead with some students from Hogwarts. He had never been there before; they didn't have anything like that in Bulgaria. His eyes widened as he saw the joke shop. The window was covered in items to make your victims' head blow up, change colors and even talk in limericks. He walked in and looked around, picking up random items off the shelf. Smirking sardonically, he bought a bag full and left thinking 'I'll give Fred and George a run for their money, we'll see who the jokester really is.' |
Drabble 64: #85 Snappish It was the morning of the final task and Viktor was in a snappish mood. He wasn't prepared enough, after spending all night thinking about that brown-headed Gryffindor, Hermione. He was thinking he shouldn't have asked her to his place during the summer, yet he felt positive that she'd change her mind. "Viktor, are you ready?" Karkaroff asked, peering into his room. "Yes!" Viktor snapped, annoyed. Sighing, he got up, threw on his shoes and headed out to breakfast. One good thing was it would be the last day he would have to sit beside that annoying Malfoy. Viktor smiled. |
Drabble 65: #59 Ignore There they were again, those increasingly preposterous girls, hiding behind the tapestry. He sighed as he began to walk to the Great Hall for lunch, trying to ignore the giggles and sighs of the gaggling foursome. He skirted around the corner, hiding in a hollow part of the wall, and caught his breath as the girls walked past giggling still. He sighed as he listened and didn't hear them anymore and continued his journey to the hall, thankful that he was alone. That was until he got to the door and heard behind him, "There he is girls!" Viktor ran. |
Drabble 66: #83 Fearful I have a confession to make. It is hard for me to say this and you might not believe it seeing as how I'm a famous Quidditch star, but I hate brooms. I'm not fearful of flying, no; it's the fact that they're long, thin pieces of wood which is supposed to support the rider, keeping them from falling. True, I have yet to fall off, but the fear is there. Flying high above the ground is a terrifying thing for one who is being chased by bludgers all day. So, there you have it, my hidden secret is out. |
Drabble 67: #41 Thestrals The book lay on the table, but Viktor wasn't reading it. He was staring off into space, thinking about Quidditch. He had had a terrible practice the night before and was thinking about what he did wrong. Well, flying into the stands, thinking a flash of a camera was the snitch would do it he thought to himself as he got up to prepare for today's' lesson on magical creatures. He walked into the enclosed space and saw 5 Thestrals staring back at him. "Great." He muttered, reliving his grandparents' death all over again in his mind, Quidditch long forgotten. |
Drabble 68: #28 Timeturner He wished he had a time-turner to go back and do it all over again. He loved the way the air went through his hair, how the wind whistled in his ears as he soared through the open spaces, searching for a tiny glint of gold. It was heavenly. If only there was nothing him; no Bludgers whizzing through the air, smashing him at any given opportunity, no other Seekers who tried to get the eternal glory of catching the Snitch. But getting money because he was great at something was pretty great too, even for a kid at 18. |
Drabble 69: #60Joke If this was supposed to be a joke, it wasn't funny. On Viktors bed was a bunch of pink, fluffy pillows with the words 'momma boy' on them. Viktor scowled as he picked up the pillows, threw them out the window and sighed. It had been a long day; first he had awoken late for Defense class, then he had spilled grape juice all over his good robes. His Quidditch practice went horribly and he had accidentally called the captain 'mom'. Yes, all in all it had been a tough, hard to forget day. Hopefully the next would be better. |
Drabble 70: #66 Pace "I'm home!" Viktor called to his parents' as he walked through the door. He was 11 years old and already showed a magical talent. His mother was hoping he would get into Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry but his father was hoping for Durmstrang Institute of Magic. Today would be the day when he found out. He sat at the table, bouncing anxiously as his parent paced back and forth. Soon an owl came and gave them an envelope. They opened and read, "Dear Mr. Krum. Welcome to the Durmstrang Institute. " His parents were tickled pink with happiness |
Drabble 71: #64 Nap Young Viktor Krum was getting exhausted and it was only the afternoon. It had been a busy day for him; being 11 years old wasn't easy, especially since he was going to Durmstrang. He had just finished getting all his school supplies. He hated the uniform; he looked like a disgruntled penguin in them, but had to wear them anyway. He needed a nap badly, but still had to get his wand. Shaking his head when his mother asked if he was ready, he went to his room and lay down. He needed his energy for another round of shopping. |
Drabble 72: #22 Kneazle The Gryffindor common room was packed with first and second years', all staring at Viktor as he walked in for a visit. Crookshanks, Hermione's half Kneazle cat clambered up to him, purring. He bent down to pet him when the cat hissed and took off, hiding under a couch. "Okay…" Viktor muttered under his breath as he sat down, waiting for Hermione to hurry up for their walk around the lake. A blonde haired first year girl came up to Viktor as he waited and ran as soon as Hermione came down, scaring her off. Viktor smiled, relived and they left. |
Drabble 73: #58 Hoot The Owlery was the only place where Viktor felt truly relaxed. Something about the gentle hoot of the owls as they slept, the way they didn't ogle him every second was peaceful to him. They didn't care if he missed the Snitch during the big Quidditch game. They only cared about getting the letters and parcels delivered safely. He sat there against the wall as his snowy owl Sarias came flying up to him. "Hey girl vhat do you have there?" Viktor asked as she nudged him gently. Sarias hooted softy, dropped a letter and flew up, resting her eyes. |
Drabble 74: #86 Daring The teacher stared up at Viktor, daring him to say what was on his mind as Viktor glared back. He had just got his homework back and had found a 'T' waiting for him. Viktor rose and said "I don't deserve this!" The teacher blinked, shocking Viktor as she began to laugh, her face contorting with each chuckle. "Viktor, when I asked for an essay on potions, I didn't mean a essay on passions. Mind you, it was interesting." The class laughed as Viktor tore his homework up and shook his head. As he left, the class shouted, "Viky Wiky!" |
Drabble 75: #37 Animagus Viktor had heard there was an Animagus at Hogwarts, though he didn't know who it was. He sat on a rock near the lake and saw a grey tabby cat trotting down the path. Curious, Viktor got up and hid behind the giant elm tree as the cat stopped looked around cautiously and began to transform. Viktors eyes widened in shock as he saw Professor McGonagall stand where the cat once was wearing a light pink bikini, complete with matching flip flops. Sure that no one saw, she dived into the cool lake. Viktor hid a chuckle as he left. |
Drabble 76: #38Patronus Viktor was an accomplished wizard, but there was one thing he could never quite get. He stood in front of a fake dummy, which had been charmed to look like a Dementor and raised his wand. Thinking a happy thought, he shouted, "Expecto Patronum!" A slivery wisp of smoke came out of his wand, disappearing two seconds later. The "Dementor" kept coming. He tried again; concentrating harder. Again, a slivery wisp of smoke came and went. Viktor was getting angry, he stopped and muttered "I can catch a Snitch, but make a Patronus, no!" He threw his wand, very annoyed. |
Drabble 77: #23 Telescope Viktor was sitting on the astronomy tower fiddling with his telescope. He would twirl it, stop, than look through it. "There's the dog constellation." He muttered, writing it down on his star chart. Again, he spun it around, the metal glistening in the moonlight. After two minutes of twirling, Viktor stopped and gazed into the eyepiece with a bored expression on his face. "Professor, I think I found a new planet!" he said, staring into the telescope. Professor Vintex came over and took a look. Standing up, she smirked, "Viktor, that's Uranus." Viktor blinked, scowled and went back to work. |
Drabble 78: #99 Newspaper Viktor stared into the blazing fire, flickering in the fireplace. He was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, a look of fear on his weathered face. It was official; He Who Must Not Be Named was back. After all this time, the Wizarding community was in danger. He crumpled up the newspaper in his hand, the cold paper crinkling like dust under his fingers. He scowled as he threw the newspaper into the now dying fire. He stood his back cracking slightly as he rose and look around. Sighing, he went to sleep, thinking of the fight to come. |
Drabble 79: #25 House Elf "Gracie wishes master a good morning Sir" Viktor was sleeping soundly when he was awoken by a small voice. "What?!" He jumped up; wand raised and sighed as he saw his house elf Gracie. She was wearing her normal looking outfit; a piece of cloth which was so filthy it looked black instead of its normal white. "Morning Gracie, thank you." Viktor mumbled sleepily, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. His heart began to slow down. He had a feeling it was going to be one very long day. Getting dressed, Viktor left the house and headed to school. |
Drabble 80: #25 Sorting Hat Viktor was now a professor and had got a job at Hogwarts. He wanted to be a Quidditch star. But his dreams ended during the last Quidditch game he ever played when he was walloped by a Bludger. He missed Quidditch a lot, and had decided to teach what he knew; flying. Madam Hooch had decided to retire from Hogwarts and Viktor, being a young new professor had gotten the job. He sat down beside Professor Sinistra, the Astronomy professor and watched as the Sorting Hat sorted the new students into the four houses. It was good to be back. |
Drabble 81: #40Spell "Help!" Viktor was walking toward the Entrance hall when he heard the cry for help. Viktor couldn't help but smirk, it was too funny not to. Walking up to the tied up boy, Viktor asked, "Vhat did you do?" "Nothing, I swear! I … I just…" The tied up boy burst into tears. Sighing, Viktor began to untie him when he felt something cold run down his back. Turning, he saw Fred and George spraying him with water. Viktor stared down at his body, which had begun to sprout vines. Viktor flicked his wand, shook his head, muttering, "Nice spell" |
Drabble 82: #51 act "To act upon bullies is to become a bully …" The professor drawled in a sleepy voice. Viktor wasn't paying any attention though; he was more interested in the brunette two tables down. She had a plaid in her hair today, which shone in the bright sunlight coming in through the windows. As the professor drawled on the philosophy of Bullying, he began to imagine himself taking her for a ride on his broom; the wind rushing through her hair, her smile reflecting off her glasses as she turned and… He found himself in the classroom, everyone staring at him. |
Drabble 83: #52 Bore Care of Special Creatures class was having a special guest; a fully grown Hippogriff, Witherwings. It was one creature which had never allowed in Durmstrang, but Hagrid, the professor at Hogwarts thought it would be a good idea to show them the creature, as it seemed He Who Must Not Be Named had overtaken most of the Hippogriff tribes. Viktor thought the creatures were horrid; great wings stretching from the scaly body. Its great big eyes boring into Viktor's as if eyeing his prey. Yes, Viktor didn't like this one bit, but stuck it out anyway, hiding in the shadows. |
Drabble 84: #30 Feast Viktor awoke to the smell of fresh bread warming in the oven. He had just graduated from Durmstrang and had taken on a position at the Bulgarian Ministry. His parents were so proud of him; they had been up all night preparing a feast in his honor, inviting all his friends from school, and of the Bulgarian Quidditch team. He didn't like the attention being poured on him; he was embarrassed by what he was doing. The feast started, and his best friend Goldien stood, "So, what is your job anyway?" "Oh, he's a garbage man" his mother said proudly. |
Drabble 85: #32 Commonroom The commonroom was buzzing with expectation. The students from Durmstrang were coming back today from Hogwarts, less qualified students were excited to hear what happened. They had heard about what happened in the maze, but wanted to hear it from Viktors mouth. Viktor stomped into the commonroom with a sour look on his face, took one look at all the anxious students and scowled. "Welcome back Viktor! What happened?" Viktors eyes narrowed as he took in his surroundings, it was still fresh and he wasn't willing to relive it all. Turning quickly, Viktor left. The younger students stood in shock. |
Drabble 86: #33 Classroom The classroom was quiet, just as it should be at 4am. The house elves had finished cleaning a long time ago and were now in the kitchens, slaving away for the early breakfast. Viktor stood, his head resting against the window sill, thinking about anything to get his mind off his real problems. Professor Dumbledore had come and said He Who Must Not Be Named was back and Viktor was scared, though he'd never admit it to anyone. Closing his eyes, Viktor took a deep, cleansing breath, sighed and began to walk out, hoping the war would be over quickly. |
Drabble 87: #34 Parseltongue Viktor was in the Library, watching Hermione as she studied. Her hair bounced as she bent down to write on her parchment. He shook his head and thought he should be working on his essay "The history of Parseltongue" for his professor. It was tedious; he didn't want to learn about the Snake language, it was creeping him out. He knew Harry Potter was a Parseltongue, and thought he would know. Just as he was thinking that, Harry walked in, sat next to Hermione whispering something. She looked directly at Viktor, smiled and left. Viktor smiled and wrote his essay. |
Drabble 88: #35 Pureblood "What is a Pureblood anyway?" Viktor thought as he lay on his bed. He knew they were pure of Muggle blood, and only had Wizarding blood in them, but did it matter? He didn't think so. No one was truly pure of blood anymore; there was always one witch or wizard who had a little bit of Muggle blood in them. It was interesting then, to know that He Who Must Not Be Named was a Muggle-born, yet he only wanted Purebloods in his sick and twisted army. Viktor closed his eyes as he drifted into sleep, dreaming of Quidditch. |
Drabble 89: #36 Muggle He needed a vacation badly. Viktor, now a bustling Quidditch star, wanted to get away for awhile and think about his future after Quidditch. He was 21 years old now, out of school and had a healthy career. He needed some entertainment in his life, so he had decided to live like a Muggle for a week. He put his wand away, moved into a flat and had a blast trying to turn on the television and eat food out of a microwave. After a week, he had come to a decision; being a Muggle was harder than it looked. |
Drabble 90: #42 Portraits Viktor was walking slowly down the corridor, minding his own business. He heard whispering, and turned around, expecting to see those gaggles of girls which followed him everywhere. Nothing. Shrugging, he continued to walk, forgetting about the whispers, which only got louder as he walked. He turned again, Nothing. Getting annoyed now, he stopped and shouted, "Who's there?" "Don't shout!" Viktor spun around, looking for the speaker. He was very annoyed now and began running down the corridor looking around. "Don't run, you scalley-wag!" "Watch out!" Viktor stopped and turned angrily. There were a dozen portraits all waving at him. |
Drabble 91: Torch It was too dark for Viktors taste. He was afraid of the dark, but no one knew that. He was in the backyard of his parents' home, listening to the sounds all around him. Suddenly he heard a snap to his left. He opened the tent flap and saw nothing but darkness. Closing the tent flap, Viktor huddled closer to the wall, trying to keep his heart rate down. Snap, crash! Viktor stormed out of the tent, torch shaking in his hand and saw his father lying in a pool of water, the broken picnic table underneath him. Viktor laughed. |
Drabble 92: #46 Dungeons. The dungeons were a highly mysterious place, everyone hated going there but Viktor had no choice. Viktor was having detention in the Dungeons, and it was his job to scrub the dried potion ingredients and polish the silver instruments. How anyone managed to spill the pus was anyone's guess. The student in question was in the Hospital wing, having treatment. Viktor sneezed as the potent smell invaded his senses vowing never to switch the Headmasters pumpkin juice with vinegar. Mind you, it was funny seeing his reaction. He sniggered as he thought up his next move, cleaning all the while. |
Drabble 93: #47Portkey "There he is! Over here, hurry!" Viktor watched as Harry and Cedric came back from where the trophy, which turned out to be a portkey took them. Harry's face was whiter than he had ever seen it, the scar a bright red on his forehead. He was clutching Cedric's body and shouting something which Viktor didn't hear over the roaring crowd. He saw Professor Dumbledore rush over, trying to pry Harry's fingers away from the body. He noticed Mad-Eye glancing around nervously as he came up and took Harry away. Finally he noticed the trophy, which was still glowing brightly. |
Drabble 94: #57 Gape Viktor was fuming as he gaped at the letter. They had denied him entry into the National Quidditch team! All his hard work of spending all night in the empty Quidditch pitch; catching the tiny golden ball which fluttered around, and for nothing. He sunk into his bed, a strange emotion overpowering him. It was envy. He was envious of all the great players out there. Those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths, who could afford the best brooms and equipment. He had to work for his money, cutting grass or de-gnoming gardens. Alas. |
Drabble 95: #70 teem Continued from last drabble He continued being envious all through the week. His envy turned to jealousy as he watched the Quidditch players, teeming with talent as they soared through the air, seeing the scouts as they sat in the stands ogling over them. He knew they loved the attention and it sickened him. He wanted to play the game, not get the latest endorsements and become famous. He wanted to be famous for what he did, not what he rode. Viktor made a decision; he would try again next year when he was 16, he would show them all what true talent was. |
Drabble 96: #72 vex It was beginning to vex him now, all this anger and terror running about, harming innocent people everyday. He wished he could do something. On the outside, Viktor was a cold, hard man, but on the inside, where no one knew him, he was a warm loving individual who only wanted the best for everyone, and right now the best was for the war to end and for everyone to move on with their lives. He knew it would take years for that to happen though, and so he waited for word of He Who Must Not Be Named's downfall. |
Drabble 97: #74 X-Tinguish He sighed as he extinguished the flames. The war had ended the Dark lord had been defeated. His Death eaters had come forward and given themselves up, hoping to get a life sentence instead of the kiss of the soul. The papers were filled with the heroics of that Potter boy and his friends, who had finally stopped him, but with a price. There was nothing left to do now but sit and wait for word of the new dawn, and so he sat, polishing his broom, watching the dying fire, thinking of the new world which was to come. |
Drabble 98: #94 Allergic Viktor was sitting in the greenhouses, working away at re-potting full grown mandrakes. He had to be careful though, since he was allergic to the smell of them. He was the only one he knew who was; it was a very strange, mysterious allergy. Suddenly, he leaned back and, "ACHOO!" He sneezed, right into the face of a particularly ugly Mandrake. The Mandrake stopped crying, staring at him with a curious expression on its ugly, scrunched up face and cried a wailing cry. It was so loud Viktor heard it through his earmuffs, and he fell off his chair, unconscious. |
Drabble 99: #82 Careful Years later, Viktor was sitting in his chair, wand by his side. He had to be careful to stay hidden; if anyone found out that it was he who had helped in the rebellion of the house elves, it would be very bad. It was probably a bad idea to listen to Hermione, who cam up to him the year before, asking for his help, but he did anyway. Now, with the Ministry looking for him, he had to stay out of the way, hiding in the shadows until the heat died down. He would never forgive Hermione for this. |
Drabble 100: #78 Authors Choice: Peace But he did forgive her for being a smart individual who knew what was best. She managed to get the Ministry to drop all of the charges against him and had invited Viktor to live near her parents, who needed companionship. He could finally be at peace; his life was finally going in the right direction. He had married the love of his life, raised an adorable son named Harry, after his wife's best friend and could finally relax. Yes, Viktor had everything he wanted and more, and he thanked the stars everyday that he could enjoy it all, alive. (Woo hoo, I'm finished!! 100 Drabbles done :D) |
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