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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8. Chapter 8

Come seek us where our voices sound. We cannot sing above the ground. An hour long you'll have to look, to recover what we took. I listened to the egg one last time before closing it and walking into the line with the other champions, ready for the second task that had come so quickly.

"Welcome to the second task. Last night something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure of sorts. These five treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the black lake. In order to win each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough. Except for this, they will have one hour to do so and one hour only. After that they'll be on their own" Dumbledore began over a speaker. "You may begin at the start of the cannon" he announced, and the cannon fired straight away. 

We all dived in, though I completely forgot to use something to help myself breathe underwater. I was about to go back up, until I remembered something. I'm a Metamorphmagus. I allowed myself to morph into a merperson, then heard the singing clearly, and felt air that's not even there rush into my lungs. I smirked and started off towards the beautiful singing, not even going near the bottom of the lake until I was right above it. Swimming directly down, I saw five people, Ron, Hermione, Fleur's little sister, Cho, and.. oh, no.. yes.

Quickly swimming forward, I began to untie the ropes keeping my little brother down here. Yeah, I've got a little brother, he's the most innocent nine year old I know. "What are you doing?" one of the merpeople sneered at me, a pitch fork at my throat. I glared, and morphed into myself, then back again. "I'm breathing under water, that's what" I scowled, and went back to what I was doing, while being jabbed by that stupid merperson.

Once he was free of his binds, I grabbed his arm and swam upwards. Once above the water -and after I morphed back-, we were helped up to the bottom of the stands, where we were handed towels. "Teodor, are you okay?" I asked frantically, cupping his cold face in my hands.

"The Beauxbatons champion Miss Delacour has unfortunately been forced to retire. She will take no further part in this task" I heard Dumbledore call over the speaker, then speak of me, "Though, we have Miss Black as first to find her lost treasure and make it back within the hour." Cedric and Cho emerge, then Viktor and Hermione. Thank Merlin she's okay! 

Ron and Fleur's little sister come up, they are coughing a lot, but they're safe. I can tell Fleur's happy that her sister was saved. I continue to scan for any signs of Harry, that is, until he literally bursts out of the water and lands on the decking near me. Dumbledore quickly rushes down to us, as does Crouch "Harry!" "Get him another towel" Crouch demands. "I want all the judges over here now" Dumbledore says kind of calmly, yet kind of not.

"You saved her, even though she wasn't yours to save. My little sister!" Fleur chirps, then kisses Harry on each cheek, causing him to blush. "Thank you!" she says, then turns to Ron, "and you.. you helped!" she quickly gets up and walks over to him. "Well.." he bgeins, but puts on an act, "yeah.. a bit" he says shyly, and Fleur kisses each of his cheeks too. "Merci" Ron says quietly once she leaves, and touches his red cheeks. I giggled at him, and continue to hug Teodor close to my chest.

"I knew you shouldn't have come along" I whisper sadly to him, watching as Hermione hands Harry another towel, "Harry!" "Hermione." "Are you alright? You must be freezing! Personally I think you behaved admirably" Hermione praises, then kisses the top of his head. "I finished last Hermione." "Next to last."

"Attention! Attention!" Dumbledore calls out, instantly getting everyone's attention, "the winner is.." he begins, pausing dramatically. "Miss Black!" he smiles brightly at me before turning back to call out the rest. "The way I see it, Mr Potter would have finished first had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Mr Weasley but the others as well. We've agreed to award him second place! For outstanding moral fibre." I didn't listen as he continued, instead I was smiling brightly, staring at nothing.

As we walk back from the lake, Fred and George join us, putting me up on their shoulders,though I'm dripping wet and in a bikini. Though, they probably don't mind that, you can see it on their faces. Perverts. Though I admire this piece a lot, it's my favourite. Complete white bottoms, which are shorts that reach one fourth of my thigh, so, they're short, yeah. And the top half has straps that go around my neck. They're plain, but gorgeous.

"All that moral fibre eh?" says Fred to Harry. "Blimey even when you go wrong it turns out right" Ron jokes. "Well done 'moral fibre'" says George, obviously smirking. Crouch calls Harry over, so of course Harry ditches us. I make a face at the retreating Harry and face forward again. "You know, this feels weird. Me being on your shoulders and you two are walking. It's terribly weird" I commented. "Suck it up" Fred says, looking up at me. "I need to change"  I muttered.

"I don't know, we quite like you dressed like this!" they chorused. I smack them both on the head, hard. "Ouch!" "Ow!" they groaned, putting me down and handing me my bag. "Good, I hope it hurt, you perverts" I scowled while searching through my bag for a top of sorts. I soon found the tank top I got from Ginny for Christmas, and put it on over my bikini top. "Hmm, much better" I chirped, then dragged the boys, Hermione and Ron back up to the castle. "Congratulations by the way, Arachne" Hermione said to me once i finally let go of their sleeves. "Thanks 'Mione!" I grinned.

After the second task, things seemed to go by quickly. Classes, nights, days. Birthdays, Easter, parties. Soon it was time for the third task, and I'm extremely nervous. "Earlier today Professor Moody placed the tri-wizards cup deep within the maze. Only he knows its exact position!" Dumlebore called out. "Now as Miss Black, and Mr Potter tied for first position they will be the first to enter the maze. Followed by Mr Diggory, Mr Krum, and Miss Delacour."

The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter, if at any point should a contestant wish to withdraw from the task he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands. Contestants, gather round." We all hurried to surround Dumbledore, who now only spoke to us. "In the maze you'll find not dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead you'll face something more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can, but be very weary you could just lose yourselves along the way."

"Champions! Prepare yourselves" Mad-Eye says to us, and we all went to ur own entrances. "On the count of three.. One.." Dumbledore began, but was interrupted by the cannon. He looked up to Filch, who shrugged. Harry and I entered through our entrances, then I was alone. The entrance behind me closed, and I was in quietness, and the misty maze.

As soon as I turn a corner, there's a Boggart, which is in the form of the full moon. I ignore it and walk quickly past it, then break out into a sprint when it follows me, causing it to fall behind. After walking down many paths, and turning many corners, I see Harry. "Harry!" I whisper shout. He instantly turns, his wand pointed at me. 'Woah, Harry, it's just me!" I say quickly. "Oh, hey Cedric!" I wave politely. "Hey" he mutters, then looks at something.

"What is it?" I ask, then loo towards where he's looking out of the corner of my eye, and when I notice what it is, turn completely towards it. "The cup.." Harry mumbles, and we all begin running towards it, me ahead of the both of them. Just as I'm a metre away from it, I turn, looking towards Cedric, who had fallen and is pinned to the ground by the hedges. How peculiar, evil hedges.

"Harry! Harry!" Cedric pleads, trying to wriggle free, but fails until Harry uses a silent spell to stop the plant-life. "You know, for a moment there, I thought you were gonna let it get me" Cedric admitted. "For a moment so did I" Harry shrugged. "Some game huh?" Cedric asked. "Some game" Harry agreed. "Guys! Hurry! It's closing! You don't want to lose yourself, do you?!" I snapped, dragging them to the cup. "Together?" I asked, smiling slightly. "Together, on three" Harry said. "One, two, three!" we chorused, then grabbed the cup.

I felt a strange sensation, and realised something. It's a port-key. The two boys began talking to one another, while I examined the grave stones. "I've been here before in a dream. Isa, Cedric, we have to get back to the cup? Now!" Harry almost shouted. It's too late Harry. "What are you talking about?" Cedric asks, clueless. Harry then screams slightly, clutching his forehead. "What is it?" Cedric asks, concerned.

"Get back to the cup!" Harry exclaims, though of course, Cedric doesn't. He instead turns to a person walking towards us with a weird creature in their arms, "Who are you? What do you want?" Kill the spares" Voldemort demands. Who I know as Peter Pettigrew, attempts to kill me, but fails, so he kills Cedric. I let out a shrill scream, though remain glaring at Pettigrew. "The girl won't die" Wormtail informs Voldemort. "Oh, trust me, I know. Leave her, she could be useful in my army" he says coldly. "In your wildest dreams" I sneered.

Once Wormtail traps Harry, Voldemort gives him a few more commands. "Do it, now!" Wormtail drops what's supposed to be Voldemort's body into a cauldron, and while Harry watches on, trapped, I remain free and rooted to the spot. "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son." A bone hovers in the air under Wormtail's control, he then drops it into the large cauldron. 

"Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master." I watch as he takes out a knife and cuts off his hand, letting it fall into the cauldron as he lets out a tiny, muffled scream. "Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe." I shut my eyes tightly as he takes the knife over to Harry and cuts at his arm, though it doesn't stop me from hearing Harry's scream. When I open my eyes, I see Wormtail taking the knife over to the cauldron and lets the drops fall into it, one by one.

"The dark lord shall rise again!" he exclaims. Oh no, bad thing, happening right now. Always, always, believe a woman's intuition. The cauldron bursts into a bright flame and a reformed Voldemort emerges, though the process is horrid. He looks sickly horrible, and slimy. Then he suddenly has robes on, and has no hair, and no nose. I couldn't help but giggle silently at the fact, he's nose-less.

"My wand Wormtail" he demands, very rude if you ask for my opinion. Wormtail hands him the bone-like wand and bows deeply, which is weird. "Hold out your arm." "Master. Thank you master" Wormtail says frantically, holding out his right arm, where there's no hand. He's obviously expecting a new hand.. "The other arm Wormtail" Voldypants says impatiently. Wormtail looks concerned, but does it anyway. Voldemort sticks his wand onto Wormtail's arm, onto his dark mark. In the clouds appears a skull, and I realise the others have been summoned. The all crowd around Voldemort, though there aren't many.

"Welcome my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself disappointed, not one of you tried to find me." Voldemort begins slashing angrily at the hooded figures, taking off their masks. "Not even you, Lucius" he sneered, taking off the last man's mask. "My lord. Had I detected any sign or even a whisper of your whereabouts" he began.

"There were signs my friend, and more than whispers" Voldemort interrupted. "I assure you I never renounced the old ways. The face I have been obliged to present each day since your absence, that is my true mask" Lucius retorted. "I returned" Wormtail said pathetically. "Out of fear, not loyalty. Still you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail" Voldemort said, then granted Wormtail a new silver hand.

"Thank you master, thank you" Wormtail bowed yet again, which is quite annoying. Bowing to someone so pathetic is horrible. "Oh, such a handsome boy" Voldemort says down to Cedric's body, then touches Cedric's face with his foot. "Don't touch him" Harry demands. "Yeah, Voldypants" I sneered, trying to move forward, but realising I had plant-life holding me down. I pointed my wand down, "reducto" I whispered, the plant-life freeing me.

"Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days. The boy who lived. How lies have fed your legend Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? It was love. You see when dear sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch you. It was old magic, something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed, I can touch you now!" Voldemort says, me scoffing when he said he's famous.

Voldypants puts his finger on Harry's, causing Harry to scream. "Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh Harry?" Voldemort freed Harry, who fell to the ground. "Pick up your wand Potter. I said pick it up, get up. Get up! You've been taught how to duel I presume yes? First we bow to each other" he stated and bowed, though Harry did not. "Come on now Harry the niceties must be observed, Dumbledore would not want you to forget your manners now would he? I said bow!" Voldypants used silent magic on Harry to make him bow, in which I assume is the imperius curse.

"That's better. And now.." he lifts the curse, then casts another spell. The cruciatus curse. "How would you like it if I did that to you?" I commented, folding my arms over my chest, wand still tight in my right hand. "I'd like to see you try.." he scowled at me. "Tempting" I said, smirking. "I'll cast it back before it can even hit me" he sneered, looking back to Harry. "Remember that time in the dream?" I asked. "Yeah." "That'll only happen again, Voldypants" I giggled evilly. He ignored me and went back to Harry.

"'Atta boy Harry, your parents would be proud. Especially your filthy mongrel mother. I'm going to kill you Harry Potter, I'm going to destroy you. After tonight no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight if they speak of you they'll speak only of how you begged for death, and I being a merciful lord obliged. Get up" he demanded, then pulled Harry to his feet, in which Harry began to walk away.

"Don't you turn your back on me Harry Potter I want you to look at me when I kill you, I want to see the lights leave your eyes!" Voldypants half shouted. Harry moves from behind the statue and takes a step towards Voldemort. "Have it your way" Harry said before they both cast a spell, Voldemort, the killing curse, and Harry, expelliarmus. Before my eyes, is the most odd thing yet. From Harry's wand, a red light, from Voldemort's, a green light. They just.. connect.

When one of his pathetic death eaters see that they're both struggling, they try to help, but Voldemort only shrugs them off. "Do nothing. He is mine to finish. He's mine!" I then see some sort of white shield, though I know the shape well enough. They're spirits. I slowly walk over to Cedric's motionless body, and kneel down beside it, closing Cedric's glazed over eyes.

I watch as the connection breaks, and Harry runs over to Cedric's body and I, then summons the cup to us. In an instant we port out. Though, the last thing I saw and heard, was Voldemort's angry face, and a rather loud, "No!" Then I just.. fainted. It's overwhelming, seeing someone die. I've never seen someone die before, well not an innocent person anyway.

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