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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3. Chapter 3

So, Hermione and I are sitting in the room were the goblet of fire is, we're reading of course, though I'm also watching as older students are placing their names into the flame and others are applauding, Cedric is just now putting his name in. He's devilishly handsome, what? I'm just being honest. Once he put his name in, he tackled two of his friends in a hug, and I swear I saw Ron wave, and get rejected. Which is hilarious really, yet depressing for him. Just as I get to the best part of the book, the twins burst through the doors, happy smiles on their faces. Oh no, what have they planned this time?!

Everyone realises that they must have figured a way to get past the age line, and cheered."Thank you, thank you, well lads we've done it" George announces, proving me right yet again. "Cooked it up just this morning" says Fred. "It's not going to work" Hermione chimes in a sing-song voice, closing her book and facing me. "Oh yeah?" "And why's that Granger?" the twins muse, popping up on either side of her. "You see this?" she points to the age line, "this is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself." "So?" they ask dumbly. "So" she states like it's the most obvious thing, because, well, it is.

"A genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an aging potion" she finishes. "That's why it's so brilliant," "because it's so pathetically dimwitted" the twins chirp, causing me to roll my eyes. They head over to a bench and stand on it, losing two glass phials. "Ready Fred?" "Ready George?" they link arms, and put the phials, otherwise now known as the acing potions, near their own mouths. "Bottoms up" they say at the same time. This isn't going to turn out how they want it, I can sense it. Woman's intuition, I mentally shrugged. They jump inside the age line successfully, and everyone cheers as they run two laps inside the circle, and go back to their standing positions. They put their names in the goblet and high five each other, "yeahh!"

Then it happens, the bad ending. The extravagant blue fire swirls around then knocks them out of the circle, and when they land flat on their bottoms, they have full heads of grey hair and grey beards. "You said.." "You said.." they growl at each other then roll around fighting on the floor as everyone eggs them on. Hermione and I sigh, roll our eyes, then go back to reading as we sit next to each other on the bench, ignoring the fighting and cheers of the crowd. Then the room suddenly becomes silent as Viktor walks in and puts his name in the goblet. I notice him look at Hermione and notice her smile at the short lived stare that was now upon me.

Holding in a groan, I raise the book so it's in front if my face and I'm hopefully out of view. "Isadora.." Viktor growls lowly. Gulping, I put my book down and smile at him sheepishly, waving a little and shrinking further down so I'm slouching kind of. He stalks over to me, though Karkaroff is telling him 'not here' over and over. Uh oh, I'd bet any money that Viktor found out about Karkaroff putting my name in the goblet for me. As I stated before, woman's intuition. It's always correct, no matter what. He sat next to me and began to whisper into my ear.

"I can't believe you got Karkaroff to put your name in the goblet. How do you do it?!" he sneered quietly. "Do what?" I asked innocently. "You convince anyone to do anything for you. You must be a veela or something!" he answered my question that I already knew the answer to. "I have nooo idea what you're talking about" I remained expressionless as I slowly put the book up to eye-level and began reading again. He knew that was a yes, and left with Karkaroff. "What was that about?" Hermione asked now that they left and the room went back to it's seemingly quiet buzzing. "Keep a secret?" I asked, not even tearing my eyes away from the book.

"Of course" I could see her smirk out of the corner of my eye. "I got someone to put my name in the goblet, using my veela charm" I said bluntly, getting straight to the point. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" she exclaimed, causing me to look at her, confused. "Wait- what?! That's dangerous!" she almost shouted, hitting my right shoulder with her now closed hardcover book. "Ouch.." I whimpered, putting my book down and rubbing my shoulder tenderly. "That hurt 'Mione" I whined. "It'll hurt more during the tasks if you're chosen" she whispered harshly, then went back to her reading. I looked at her in confusion. Is she bipolar or something? She was as angry as the devil one minute, then the next she's as calm as an angel. Confusing girl, definitely.

I looked up to see Harry and Ron coming over to us, "hey girls" Harry smiled happily, looking down at us. "Isadora, Neville's looking for you, he wants a talk, thinks you'd be best to discuss it with. He's up in the common room" Harry informed me, still smiling. "Call me Isa, please. And thanks, I'll go right now" I beamed up at him, then stuffed my book into my bag filled with all of my things. I literally skipped up to the Gryffindor common room, and as soon as I stepped in, I came face to face with Neville. "Oh, hi Isadora, I was just about to come looking for you" he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No need, Harry told me that you were looking for me and where to find you. What do you need?" I asked politely. "Someone to talk to" he frowned, causing me to frown. "Oh.. Neville.. Alright then, lets walk, shall we?" I suggested, gesturing to the stairs. Stupid enchanted stairs. He nodded cheerfully, then walked beside me, down the stairs. We came to a halt when that Malfoy kid stepped in front of us. "What's this? Krum and Longbottom?" he laughed gleefully, finding it funny that Neville is near a girl. Oh, no, he thinks were together.. Oops. I looked to Draco's face and noticed my hand print on it.

"Nice face Malfoy, do you want me to make it even? And just to clear things up, Neville is my friend. And a much better one than you ever will be" I sneered, a smirk playing on my lips. "Ooo, feisty are we?" he grinned, egging me on. So what do I do? I slap him harder than three days ago, on the other side of his face. The sound echoes off the walls, and his face went red with embarrassment. "Remember Malfoy, you're alone right now. Though, even if you've got thousands of men behind you, and I've only got one.. or none, nothing will stop me. I'll win the fight" I paused, "always." He nodded frantically, then rushed off, scared of me.

"Wow" Neville breathed. Smirking, I continued on walking and found an empty courtyard, a beautiful porcelain fountain in the middle of it, soft grass surrounding it. "Come on Neville" I gestured towards the grass to sit on. "So, what do you want to talk with me about?" I asked confusedly. "The cruciatus curse" he choked out. I gulped, "oh." "I understand if it's a touchy subject for you, as it is for me to" he shrugged, hanging his head in what seemed to be shame. "Have you.. Felt the cruciatus curse?" I ask warily, forcing him to look up at me. He shook his head, no. I smiled weakly, then pulled my legs under me so I was sitting Indian style. "Then what?" I asked, then flicked a bug sitting on the fountain edge. It ran off, and out of the courtyard. I rolled my eyes as it turned into Rita Skeeter, whom walked away, annoyed.

"Bellatrix Lestrange. She tortured my parents with the cruciatus curse to get information, though they never gave it. When it's mentioned, and when Professor Moody used it on that spider, it bothered me a lot. Every Longbottom was tortured, except for me" he explained almost too quietly, though I heard every word. "Oh.. Neville.." I frowned, eyes full of concern. I shifted uncomfortably once I realised he was waiting for me to explain my outburst in class two days ago.

"Well, you see, for a while now, I've been having dreams. Though, Professor Moody said they're not dreams, but Voldemort contacting me. In the dreams, I'm in a dark room, lit by only one candle in a corner. He wants me to join him, when I don't agree, he uses the cruciatus curse on me, he asks again, then uses the curse again, though it's always more painful the second time. When I still say no, he says he'll try again the next day, and kicks me in the thighs, sides, and stomach. I look up, and the room is fully lit, filled with.. death eaters. Then I usually wake up. Though, the first night I was here at Hogwarts, I woke up in my dream and was surrounded by people who soon turned into Voldemort and tried to kill me with the killing curse. I woke up before the green light had hit me" I explained, though it pained me to say every word.

"I wake up feeling a slight pain and ache all over my body, tears stinging my eyes. Lately, he's taken a liking to torturing people close to me, and I am forced to listen to their screams while I myself am under the cruciatus curse. Please, keep this a secret, as I will yours" I finished. "Promise. Anyway, what's it like? Being under the cruciatus curse?" Neville asked. I gulped, should I really tell him? He'll know how his parents felt under it, and it might upset him. "I- uh- um, well, at first it's like you're being stabbed all over your body constantly, then when they intensify the curse, there's the stabbing that pains you" I paused.

"Then there's the intense burning you feel just under your skin, that no matter what, you can't escape it. After a while, you're gasping for air, your screams die down due to no air in your lungs. The screams were pain filled, long, loud, blood curdling. You get a major migraine and it feels as if your head is about to explode, wait, no, your whole body. Then the pain stops, and it's just a painful tingling, throbbing, ache, all over your body. You can move because it hurts, talking burns your dry throat and your voice is hoarse, choked. You feel as if you were a millisecond away from death, hit by a train at full speed. You're gasping for air desperately, and soon it all goes black" I finished my explanation then stood, tears falling silently down my face.

"But that's enough, I don't want to talk about it anymore" I said quickly, wiping my tears away and trying to make myself look tough. Neville sat there still, looking up at me with tears flowing silently. "One more thing, would you really have used it on Professor Moody?" he asked, standing up as well. "If he had of continued, then yes" I said, voice brave and not about to betray me by sounding choked. "Oh.. I'm glad you didn't, you're a good friend, and don't deserve to be in Azkaban" he smiled, then walked off, me following pursuit. "Thanks Neville!" I called after him, then headed down a different hall, bag over my shoulder, wand in my boot.

We're all in the Great Hall waiting for the names to be called out, announcing the champions. Some patiently, others; impatiently. "Sit down please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champions selection!" Dumbledore shouts out to everyone. He then approaches the goblet and touches it and the once blue flame glows red. A name comes out, and everyone looks on anxiously. "The Durmstrang champion is.." he pauses dramatically, and manages to catch another piece of parchment."Viktor Krum!" The Durmstrang crowd cheer, then stop as Dumbledore calls out another one. "What? How? The second Durmstrang champion," he pauses, looking at the parchment quizzically.

Now this, I was not expecting. "Isadora Lolita Krum!" many cheer, and are happy for me, except for Viktor, whom is walking into the champions chamber or rather. As I follow Viktor, I hear Dumbledore call out the champion for Beauxbatons."The champion from Beauxbatons.. Fleur Delacour!" all the Beauxbaton girls cheer, then look like they want to cry. Everything is drowned out when I walk into the chamber, Fluer not too far behind. I watch as Harry soon walks in, which is shocking. He's not even of age! Well, neither am I, but I have the mental and physical ability to seem of age.

Sir Dumbledore bursts in and literally grabs Harry, literally. "Harry! Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" "No sir." "Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?" "No sir." "You're absolutely sure?" "Yes sir." Madame Maxine comes in, knocking a hanging lamp out of her way. "Well of course he is lying!" she accuses.

"The hell he is. The goblet of fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object, only an exceptionally powerful conjurer could have hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year" Professor Moody defends. "You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought Mad-Eye" Karkaroff sneered. "It was once my job to think as dark wizards do Karkaroff perhaps you remember?" Moody comments. Maybe you are a dark wizard, I sneer in my head. Then it clicked. Polyjuice potion, he's obviously someone else, a dark wizard, and he's planning something. I'd say it's just woman's intuition, but I'm also very observant. "That doesn't help Alastor. Leave this to you Barty" Dumbledore says. "The rules are absolute, the goblet of fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr Potter has no choice, he is as of tonight.." he paused, looking to Harry, "a tri-wizards champion" Barty replies.

"And Isadora?" Professor Moody asks almost curiously. Dumbledore looks to me with a twinkle in his eye, "it has come to my attention that she wants to be a part of this, and is happy about it" sir Dumbledore says, smiling at me near the end. "Young ones.. So naive.." Barty Crouch mutters to himself, and I just laugh sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck for absolutely no reason. Suddenly, I feel someone behind me, a male's hand that I recognise as Viktor's on my shoulder. "I'm very disappointed. I doubt you won't get hurt" he says clearly, everyone hearing him. I smack his hand away from my shoulder and turn to face him, "I obviously don't care, do I? I'm much stronger than everyone at Durmstrang, Beautxbatons, and here. I'm a powerful witch, and am more intelligent than anyone I've come across, even Hermione! Don't, for a second, doubt me!" I half shout at him.

The next day, a woman appears in a puff of smoke,and I recognise her to be that horrid Rita Skeeter. "What a charismatic quartet. Hello!" she smiled brightly. Us five tri-wizard champions are standing in a group, I'm slightly in front and beside Cedric, who's next to Harry, and Fleur is next to me, then Viktor is standing on the other side of where I am, and he's next to Harry, yet slightly forward. I was talking intimately with Fleur before she arrived in her pathetic puff of smoke. Just before the picture's taken, Cedric puts his arm around me, his hand resting at my waist firmly, yet gently. My stomach starts do flips along side my heart at this small gesture. She walks up to us and shakes our hands, mine too, sadly. 

"I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet. But of course you know that don't you. It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing? Mmm? Shall we start with the youngest. Lovely" she says, then drags Harry off. Now that she's gone somewhere, I look down to the hand of Cedric's that's placed on my waist, then up at him. I see him smiling down at me, and he winks. I give him a light, playful push, only for him to wink again.

I soon find myself staring into his eyes, that is, until Viktor waves his hand in my face. Annoyed, I turn my head to look at him, "what?!" "I told you to stay away from the guys here" he scowled at me, obviously disappointed. "Viktor, I've already made this clear, I'm not staying away from the guys here. Be disappointed all you want, I don't care" I said calmly as Cedric, much to my displeasure, removed his arm. He went to go talk to Fleur, so I turned back to Cedric, "I'm Isadora Lolita Krum, by the way" I introduced. "I already know that, I was there when you were one of the chosen ones, and got up. I think I can recognise someone with so much beauty like yourself" he smirked. "Cedric Diggory, are you flirting?" I asked accusingly. "Perhaps" he winked, then looked up at Rita Skeeter while I turned around.

"Alright, you, Isadora! Come with me!" she demanded as Harry walked out. I smiled and kept good posture as I walked into the.. broom cupboard. Today I was wearing a short sleeve, button up, white blouse with a white tank top underneath, and black skinny jeans with five inch thin heeled boots that reach half way from my foot, to knee. "I love your outfit! Very.. casual?" she said, though it sounded like a question. "Why thank you! Yours too, the green silk suits you!" I complimented back, though I really don't like what she's wearing.

"Sit, sit, don't mind if I use the quill do you?" she asked once the door was closed and we sat down in two chairs. I suppose, the broom cupboard is rather big. "Lets start with an introduction shall we. Name and age?" she asked politely. I hardly think Harry got this warm welcoming, or ending and everything in between. Wait.. she knows I know she's an animagus! She's probably unregistered if she's sucking up to me! "Isadora Lolita Krum, and I'm fifteen" I answered. "Oh, fifteen you say? May I ask what made you want to enter the tournament at such a young age?" she questioned.

"Well, I'm much stronger than anyone I've ever met, and as it appears, I'm much more intelligent. I like thrill and adventure, and I suppose I was just looking for that, though I only entered knowing I would be able to survive." "How did you get your name in?" "That shall remain a secret." "Alrighty then!" she paused, "you said your last name was Krum, so I could only assume that Viktor Krum is your relative?" "Brother, actually." "Well, what's it like having a famous Quidditch star as a brother?"

"He talks about himself a lot, especially how 'amazing' he played at a game, though it's hardly fair, every time we play Quidditch with friends at home, we never go easy on each other and I usually end up making loads of goals, or protecting goals, and catching the snitch before Viktor when I'm seeker. My parents know I'm better than Viktor when it comes to Quidditch, and so much more, but we don't brag about it, especially in front of Viktor. He gets upset, and I hate seeing him upset. Like, sure, he can be a down right git, but he's my brother. We could have a fight, but at the end of the day, it's like it never happened. He's the best either I could ever ask for, we love each other to bits, and would do anything for each other" I told her.

"It sounds like you two have a lovely brother sister bond?" "We usually do, but at the moment were fighting. Have been since the day we came to Hogwarts." "Would you mind telling me what the argument is about?" "He's trying to control me, telling me to stay away from certain people, people I've become close friends with! He's done it all my life, and I'm not taking anymore of it. All because I stood up for myself and tried to reason with him, he's angry at me. And disappointed because I entered the tournament." "Oh, that's no good! Do you miss him?" "Of course I miss him! He's my brother, and fighting with him is never a good thing. I just want him to get over it already."

My interview last half an hour, while the others' interviews lasted ten to fifteen minutes. I guess I actually had fun talking to Rita, she's not bad when she's nice to you and not about to write something bad about you. Seriously, there's nothing bad about me in today's Daily Prophet front page. Yeah, I got front page.

ADVENTUROUS FIFTEEN YEAR OLD LADY, ISADORA LOLITA KRUM, ONE OF THE FIVE TRI-WIZARD CHAMPIONS.

Isadora Krum, as stated by Rita Skeeter is a very enthusiastic, adventurous, kind hearted, stunning young lady. When this girl was first sighted, she seemed to be a lady, not a young naive lady looking for adventure and thrill. Yes, that's why her name was put in the cup, she was looking or just that, and her knowing she's strong enough physically and emotionally, and also extremely intelligent, she somehow managed to get her name inside the goblet. She wouldn't tell anyone how she got her name in, and maybe it's to stay a secret for eternity.

Wen Rita was interviewing this gorgeous girl, she couldn't help but notice every small, and as stated by Rita, perfect, little detail. She had no flaws, not even the scar on her right outer forearm. Isadora claims to have been attacked by a vicious dog, which deems to be true, due to it being in the shape of a dog bite. The pale white bite marks against her slightly ran skin is noticeable, though she doesn't seem to mind. When asked why, she explained in very precise detail, "it just seems so hauntingly beautiful. I don't mind having the scar, it just proves that even someone, not to sound vain, as beautiful as me, can have flaws and go through pain". We, for one, agree.

The image to the side is the perfectly beautiful Isadora Krum, and we must agree with our words, she is a stunning young lady. Though, this young lady has a little bit of a twist to her. She's not as girly as she seems to be, in reality, she's as much of a fairy princess as her brother Viktor Krum is, and that's not at all! She's told that she's even better at Quidditch than Viktor or any of his team mates are, it's said that when she's protecting the goals, no quaffle gets through. That when she's chaser, she always gets the quaffle trough the goals perfectly, when she's seeker, she can catch the snitch before Viktor does. Though she doesn't brag, and doesn't want to be a Quidditch star like her brother, instead, she's clueless as to what she wants to do in her future. "I just take one day at a time" she tells interviewer Rita Skeeter.

"He talks about himself a lot, especially how 'amazing' he played at a game, though it's hardly fair, every time we play Quidditch with friends at home, we never go easy on each other and I usually end up making loads of goals, or protecting goals, and catching the snitch before Viktor when I'm seeker. My parents know I'm better than Viktor when it comes to Quidditch, and so much more, but we don't brag about it, especially in front of Viktor. He gets upset, and I hate seeing him upset. Like, sure, he can be a down right git, but he's my brother. We could have a fight, but at the end of the day, it's like it never happened. He's the best either I could ever ask for, we love each other to bits, and would do anything for each other" Isadora tells Rita.

Rita makes it quite obvious as to how much of a good fashion sense Isadora has, and Rita also states that, "I had a lovely time interviewing Isadora. She's such a gorgeous, caring, kind, fun to be around, down to earth young lady. Definitely famous with the boys, and very easy to become friends with." Even though that was said, it is also said that, "she has secrets, possibly dark secrets, that she swore to herself to never tell. I can see in her eyes that she's afraid of her own secrets." The most horribly devastating things was wen told her interviewer this, "I've been under the cruciatus curse many times. I was counting how many times, but I've lost count. I'd say who by, but you wouldn't believe me" she states, causing Rita Skeeter to cry.

When Isadora asked why Rita was crying, she got this answer, "it's just horrible you know, you being under that curse, it's really saddening." Rita asked Isadora what the pain was like, and Isadora happily agreed to tell her. "It's like every inch of your body is being stabbed over and over, then the pain gets worse, and you feel like you're being burnt alive, you look down and see nothing. The pain is more under your skin where you can't stop it, and you just want it to be over" Isadora states. Rita Skeeter says that "it's unfair what this girl has gone through."

Rita and Isadora talk intimately about relationships. "It seems you and nother champion, Cedric Diggory, are getting rather close? Is this so?" Rita aks. "Friends, yes. But I don't really see anything happening between us other than friendship. I have my eye on someone else, he attends Hogwarts actually, and to me, he's the most attractive person here" Isadora replies. "Who might this be?" Rita continues. "George Weasley. I'm not going to try anything yet though, I haven't known him long enough. Though, he's become a close friend" says Isadora.

"Would you consider transfering to Hogwarts?" Rita Skeeter asks, and watches Isadora's happy face. "Actually, I've already talked to sir Dumbledore about it, and my parents. Next year, I will officially be a Hogwarts student, though I've already been sorted, and I'm proud to be a Gryffindor" Isadora exclaims happily.

"It sounds like you and Viktor have a lovely brother sister bond?" "We usually do, but at the moment were fighting. Have been since the day we came to Hogwarts." "Would you mind telling me what the argument is about?" "He's trying to control me, telling me to stay away from certain people, people I've become close friends with! He's done it all my life, and I'm not taking anymore of it. All because I stood up for myself and tried to reason with him, he's angry at me. And disappointed because I entered the tournament." "Oh, that's no good! Do you miss him?" "Of course I miss him! He's my brother, and fighting with him is never a good thing. I just want him to get over it already." Rita and Isadora get deep into conversation.

Back to the tournament, "I don't know, I just like thrill and adventure" states miss Krum, "I heard about the tournament, read about it, then figured I was strong enough and intelligent enough to enter and not get hurt." Isadora Lolita Krum, a fifteen year old girl with an amazingly fun side to her. "I had fun interviewing her, she laughed and smiled a lot, and even asked me questions. I spent a good half an hour interviewing her, while I only interviewed the others for ten to fifteen minutes. She really is a stunning, bright, fun-loving, extravagant girl" says Rita Skeeter, writer for the Daily Prophet.

Written by Jane Keetings, Daily Prophet. ©

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