The Krum Girl (Harry Potter FanFiction)

Fifteen year old witch, Isadora Lolita Krum, the Quidditch star's, Viktor Krum's, sister. He favours her, and would do anything for her, as she would him. But a certain trip to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry leaves her worried, and fretting for her brother. Many have died in the TriWizard Tournament, and she fears he will die, though she'd never doubt his strength. Throughout her time at Hogwarts, she finds friendship and a love she thought she'd never find. Then there's her brother, annoyed that another man dare look at his sister, he tries to stop them from seeing each other, and secrets of Isadora's manage to slip out.

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20. Chapter 20 (Sixth Year)

"Isa, wake up, come on Isa, wake up, I have some news for you" Hermione almost shouted in my ear, dragging me away from sleep. "What?" I grumbled, falling out of my makeshift bed at the Weasleys somehow. "S-Sirius was m-murdered" she stuttered. "N-no, you're lying" I rolled my eyes, but when she kept looking at me apologetically, I realised she wasn't lying. "Please tell me that's a lie.." I breathed. "I'm sorry.." she mumbled.

I didn't even cry, I just sat there, my head cocked to the side. "Who?" I asked. "Bellatrix, she heard he was alive, so she went on a hunt" Hermione told me while I began putting on black skinnies and a black tank top. I winced, "I hate that woman, too bad I've got to be related to her" I groaned, and quickly put on some deodorant. "What are you getting all dressed up for?" she giggled, looking at me putting on all my jewellery and my black knee high flat leather boots.

"I wear this often" I grinned. "No, all the jewellery, eyeliner, mascara, red lipstick, curly hair" Hermione pointed out each thing. "Alright, I don't wear this often" I paused, "can't a girl look nice?!" Hermione rolled her eyes at me, "just don't do anything you'll regret." "Now when do I do stuff I regret?" I giggled. "A lot." "Oh shoosh 'Mione. I've gotta go" I sighed, put my wand in my boot, then headed out of the Burrow, still not believing Sirius' death.

I apparated to Diagon Alley, then began sneaking my way towards Knockturn Alley. Surely I'll find some Death Eaters there. I grinned as I slipped into the entrance, though I felt as if I was being watched by someone. I ignored it, and continued towards my destination. My eyes widened at the gloomy place, and I began to feel nervous and maybe a tiny bit scared. After a few turns, I saw Bellatrix. I made my way over to her as casual as possible, then just stared her down as she sat there at what I believe to be some sort of cafe.

"Yes?" she asked, not even looking up at me. "Can't even be nice to your relatives.." I rolled my eyes, then continued, "I heard you killed him." "Killed who?" she grinned evilly, looking up at me. "My father, that's who" I growled. "What are you going to do about it?" she glared. Then it sunk in, she really did kill him, and she needs to pay. "Crucio!" I whispered, pointing my wand at her. She fell to the ground instantly, screaming loudly as she writhed in pain.

"Stop!" she choked out. I huffed, and stood on her wand gently; so she couldn't reach it. All I did was intensify the curse, "you don't just kill a girl's father and expect her to do nothing about it. You took away one of the few things that keep me sane" I whispered coldly in her ear. She let out more screams, and I figured it as time to stop. "Next time you try to kill a relative of mine, kill yourself instead, relative" I called out to her as I walked backwards slowly, and bumped into someone.

I stopped dead in my tracks, then took two steps forward, turning around as I did so. "Ah, Fenrir Greyback, lovely to meet you" I said with fake enthusiasm. "Are you a Death Eater?" he growled. I held up my left arm, "nope!" "Then what are you doing torturing someone?" "She killed my father, she deserved it. Just because I'm not a Death Eater, doesn't mean I can't torture" I smirked, pointing my wand at him.

"You're outnumbered" he said with raised eyebrows. "Doesn't stop me" I grinned, positing myself to cast a spell. "You know what, I like you. Everyone, leave her alone, she's all fine" Fenrir shouted to everyone. I pushed past him and walked into a store labelled 'Borgin and Burkes'.

"Now why would one need Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent?" I asked myself, staring curiously at the large container. I shrugged and headed over to a massive glass tank with giant black spiders squirming around inside, "ugh.. I hate spiders.." I muttered, then moved on. "Human bones and fingernails?" I breathed, "poisonous candles?! Skulls?!" I said clearly. "Yes dearie, now what is a pretty little thing like you doing in here?" an creepy old man asked.

"Just talked to Bellatrix, didn't end well. For her. Decided I'd explore, seeing as I have nothing else to do" I shrugged, turning to look at more things. "Bellatrix? How did it not end well for her?" he glared. "Cruciatus curse" I said smugly. "You're not a Death Eater?" he asked, looking to my left arm. "The world isn't made of only Death Eaters and good people. I'm a good person, with an evil side" I snapped, my hair whipping my face as I turned around to face him.

"Alright, alright. Don't get your wand in a knot!" "My wand is perfectly straight" I said coldly, taking it out and pointing it at him. "Alright, I'm sorry Miss.. er, what's your name?" he asked, looking fearful. "Isadora Black" I scowled at him, only slightly lowering my wand. "Ah, I've heard so much about you" he said nonchalantly, trying to touch my face with his thumb. I used my wand to hit his hand hard, and force it back down to his side, "don't touch me."

"Right, sorry. You're so powerful" he muttered, going back to behind the counter, "are you buying anything dear?" "Probably not. And don't call me dear" I glared at him, then put my wand away. "You might want to go into hiding" he said calmly. "Why?!" I barked, still glaring at him.

"You-Know-Who is after you."

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