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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1. Chapter 1

"I hope I win the cup! I want eternal glory!" my brother, Viktor Krum exclaimed to everyone else on the ship. Yeah, Viktor Krum is my brother, an annoying one at that. But yeah, sure he's annoying, but I'm just as bad! We truly love each other, and couldn't live without each other. At the moment, we're heading to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as they're hosting the tri-wizard tournament, which sadly, me being fifteen, I can't enter.

Though, it's a good thing Karkaroff adores Viktor and I, so I've managed to convince Karkaroff to sneak my name in. Of course, I haven't told Viktor, he'd kill me. Oh, yeah, I go to Durmstrang with Viktor and all of the males. I only go there because Viktor demands that I'm with him almost all the time, even if I have to go to an all boys school when I'm a female that could be going to Beauxtons or Hogwarts. But no, Viktor forced them, pfft.

I don't mind though, it's nice to be the only girl in a crowd of men, it gets you a lot of attention, and I like that. Viktor gets attention for being a Quidditch star, so I should at least get some sort of attention as well, and if it's guys staring at my face, breasts, or bottom all the time, then good, so be it. Though when they try to kiss me, it's horrifying. They aren't slow and gentle. They rush it, and pretty much devour your face, and body if they'd like to, a small voice added in my head.

"Viktor will you shut up?! You haven't even been chosen as a champion, so it's impossible to know if you'll win the cup!" I snapped at him, causing everyone to flinch. When I'm angry, it's definitely not a good thing. Why? Being around men makes you tough, and lets just cut it short, I'm tougher than all of the boys at Durmstrang combined. Well, maybe I'm over exaggerating there, but, no one has ever won an arm wrestle against me, and that's saying something if I'm up against Viktor. "Alright, alright, calm down!" his eyes widened slightly, in fear of course, he knows exactly what it's like to suffer my wrath.

"Calm down? Calm down?!" I asked, voice raising in anger, "how can I calm down when you're about to put your name down to possibly be chosen for a tournament that could kill you instantaneously?! Or worse, slowly and painfully! Have you not thought about this?! Honestly Viktor, I've thought about it, so much that it's made me sick almost daily! Want to know why I've been disappearing all of a sudden? Because I've been throwing up! I over think the tournament, and end up thinking of ways it could kill you, then as I said before, it makes me sick to the stomach and I throw up! Viktor, you might not have thought about it, but I have! I don't care if I die, but you?! I couldn't live with that! Viktor, I'd kill myself!" I finished, shouting half way through until the very end.

"I'm sorry.." he muttered. "Sorry doesn't cut it! I don't care if you enter, because even if you do, I'll be entering, so really, I shouldn't be worrying" I laughed sarcastically, "yeah, lets just say sorry to the overly stressed sister and think that she'll forgive me after all the vomiting, crying, and stressing she's been doing! Not to mention that she hardly ever sleeps, nor does she eat and drink much! So lets just put more stress on her plate of non existent food!" I shouted angrily.

I kicked the closet thing near me across the room, and that turned out to be one of the boys. "I-I never meant it that way, Isa, listen, I really am sorry, I really want to enter and- wait, did you say that you're entering? You're not even of age!" he said, and I could sense him getting angrier by the second. "Yes Viktor, I'm entering!" I yelled, blinded by anger. "Isadora, Viktor, follow me. We shall be entering after the others do their short performance. Krum and Krum beside each other, arms linked. Front. Then me, and yeah. Got it?" Karkaroff said from behind me.

"No, I don't got it! I want to go first! I am not linking arms with Viktor, nor am I walking beside him" I scowled at my brother, who scowled back. "I heard you two bickering, so I suppose I'll agree to that. Men!" he paused and looked to me, glaring at him, "and lady! Follow me!" he ordered. I happily obliged, wanting to see the magnificent Hogwarts for myself. As soon as we got off the ship, I saw the beautiful castle full of magic. It looked medieval, but is honestly more extravagant than Beauxbatons.

The inside was even better. The walls were filled with portraits of assorted people, whom politely waved and greeted us with smiles. Except for this one portrait, she looked rather stuck up though, very arrogant. I scowled at her, and resisted the urge to flip her off. I lost my scowl as we came in sight of two giant doors that obviously led to the 'Great Hall'. Though, as soon as we got there, I heard the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, announce our arrival.

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons, and daughter, of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff" he exclaimed cheerfully. Although I haven't seen the man, I assume he's kind, very cheerful, and maybe even easy-going, but that's something I'll find out. The giant doors opened, and the boys walked in a straight line, straight forward. Every time their golden staffs hit the ground, sparks would fly. The sound of the staffs hitting the marble floor, sounded absolutely brilliant. "Alright, Isadora, lead" Karkaroff gave me a light push, and I instantly walked forward.

I of course, being a girl, would not wear what the boys are wearing, so instead, I'm wearing a dress. The dress is a beautiful bright, vibrant orange. Underneath my breasts was where it flowed out elegantly, yet was slightly tight until it reached my waist. It wasn't one of those dresses that flowed out ten metres wide, -obviously exaggerating there- it just flowed around my body, kind of clinging to it. Around the waist, a kind of silk, thick in width, orange ribbon. Around the very top of the strapless dress is some slight silverish orange thin line of decoration. The dress itself is at first a vibrant orange silk material that clings to my body slightly, then it becomes three layers of orange lace that flows.

The dress is tight fitting around my breasts, and showed off that 'curve', so I was of course, the centre of attention. Though with Viktor following behind me, he got the stares from almost every woman, otherwise they were staring at me in jealousy. I listened to the sound of my six inch orange stilettos tapping softly on the floor as I made my way up to the cheerful headmaster of Hogwarts. "Ah, Isadora Lolita Krum, such a pleasure to meet you" he greeted me, then gave me a one armed hug and a bow. I in return, curtsied. "Likewise, sir Dumbledore" he smiled brightly at me, and I returned it.

"Please, miss Isadora, go sit at one of the four house tables" he gestured kindly to the four long tables that were watching us with close precision, well, me. I suppose, it's only fair, as I am part veela, though I'm pure blood. Strange right? Yeah, it gets stranger than that. You'll see. "Thank you sir" I curtsied yet again, then headed over to what I figured to be the Gryffindor table. I was stopped though, by some blonde git. "Hey babe, come sit at Slytherin with the rest of Durmstrang" he winked at me, which only made me scowl.

"Man you're hot when you're scowl. I'm Draco Malfoy by the way" he smirked, and again, winked. "Well, Draco Malfoy" I exaggerated each word, especially the 'well'. "Don't make me get the Durmstrang boys into you, especially Viktor Krum, my brother. Actually, no, I don't need to. Being the only girl in a boys school makes you tough, none of the Durmstrang boys have won any argument, or physical fight with me. I can kick them across a room, without even trying. I could beat you up right now, but I know better than that. So, I'll settle for slapping you" I finished, making sure I was heard.

Though, as soon as I finished, I stuck to my word, and slapped him. And when I say slapped him, I mean that I slapped him as hard as I could, the sound echoing throughout the room seven times, and leaving a red hand print on his face straight away. He scampered away, and I saw everyone smirking at me, well, except for the Slytherins. Even Dumbledore was smirking, mentioning him..

"I'm sorry sir Dumbledore, I just don't take well to people I barely know, flirting with me. Sure, it's flattering, but it's often annoying. I have a bad temper, yes, but I'll try not to put anyone in the hospital wing" I curtsied to be polite, then sat in between two red headed twins, and across from the golden trio, Harry, a girl and another red head.

"That was brilliant! Blimey you're amazing!" the red head across from me exclaimed. "Ron, introduce yourself properly!" the girl scolded. "No need, you just did for him" I smirked, giggling. "Oh, well, I'm Hermione Granger" she smiled, then held her hand out for me to shake. Reaching across the table, I shook it gently, then turned to Harry Potter. "Hello, I'm Isadora Krum" I introduced myself, and held my hand out for him to shake. "I'm Harry Potter" he smiled sheepishly as he shook my hand. "Oh, I know that" I smirked, then shook Ron's hand, "Ron Weasley" he smiled brightly, but wasn't looking at my eyes in the slightest.

Rolling my eyes, I withdrew my hand and began to pile glorious food into my plate. I then remembered the two boys beside me, they look a lot like Ron, so I'd say they're his brothers. I leaned back slightly in my seat, averting my gaze from one to the other, "and who might you two attractive boys be?" "I'm Fred Weasley" "I'm George Weasley" they said at the same time with smirks. "So, you're Fred, and you're George?" I asked, pointing to the complete opposite of what they said. "How did you know?!" George whined. "I'm not an idiot like some. If I were to be sorted into any of the four houses here at Hogwarts, I'd be impossible to sort, I have all the qualities, especially intelligence" I said smugly.

"How come all the boys are wearing what they are, and you're wearing a dress?" George asked, smiling slightly. "I'm not wearing that filth, it's horribly ugly" I scowled in disgust. "I don't mind it. I'd give anything to be one of them boys, or Viktor Krum" Fred frowned. "Oh, if you were Viktor, god help you. You'd have to live with me, I've broken a few of his bones" I laughed menacingly. "Yeah right, it wouldn't be that bad being Viktor Krum!" Ron exclaimed. "It is! He's a stuck up git that thinks he knows everything, all he does is talk about Quidditch and how 'amazing' he is at it. He talks about girls all the time, everything dirty, it's disgusting! It's like he forgets I'm his sister, let alone a girl! He can be so annoying, especially when it comes to winning. Right now, he's watching me closely because I'm sitting in between two guys!" I exclaimed, gaining the attention of many.

"So, in other words, you hate each other?" asked Ron. "No, we don't! We love each other to bits and would do absolutely anything for each other! We kind of, well, you know, fought because of, well, the, um, tri-wizard Tournament" I shrugged like it was nothing, when it really is. "Your attention please!" Dumbledore called across the hall as I took another bite out of my chicken. Everyone's head turned towards Dumbledore, and he began to speak, "I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."

"Wicked" one of the twins muttered excitedly. "For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Mister Bartimus Crouch" Dumbledore continued. Suddenly thunder roars overhead, rain begins leaking through the roof and screams break out. Wait, what?! I look up, and see that the roof is enchanted to look like the skies outside. Impressive. A strange looking man appears at a doorway across the hall, behind the Professors' table. He points his wand to the roof, then everything is quiet, and it's no longer raining inside.

"Bloody hell, it's Mad-Eye Moody" I hear Ron say, and Hermione replies to him, "Alastor Moody? The auror?" "He was a catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter though these days" Ron says. Mad-Eye Moody limps as he makes is way over to Dumbledore, breathing heavily as he goesThey then have a rather short conversation and Mad-Eye walks off near a wall, taking a drink of something. "What's that he's drinking do you suppose?" someone asked, and Harry replied, "I don't know but I don't think it's Pumpkin Juice."

That's because it's not, you twit. Judging by the way Mad-Eye looked once he swallowed the drink, I'd assume it's some sort of potion. Some guy that I figured to be Barty Crouch stood next to Dumbledore, and began speaking. "After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final."

Everyone in the hall that is under seventeen began booing, with the exception of me. The twins began yelling 'that's rubbish!' and so on, though when George shouted 'That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!', it really hurt my ears. I shuddered then turned to George, "blimey George, could you yell any louder?" I exclaimed. "I think I can" he smirked, and made it look like he was about to yell. "Don't you dare!" I said menacingly. He shook his head with a smile, then continued booing. "Silence!" Dumbledore shouted, voice full of authority and a hint of annoyance.

I turned to face the old man, and what he did next, astonished me. Waving his wand at a box almost as tall as him, it began to transform into what I know is the goblet of fire. "The goblet of fire" he paused, yep, I was right, "anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there's no turning back. As from this moment the tri-wizard tournament has begun."

I stared at the goblet for a good minute or so, but Fred and George got in the way. "What?" I snapped. "Everyone's leaving" they said at the same time, smiling down at me. "Well, off you go then. I have to speak with Karkaroff" I shooed them away, then headed over towards Karkaroff, who was waiting rather impatiently for me. "About bloody time" he sneered. "Now, now Karkaroff, you wouldn't want to get angry with me now, would you?" I asked innocently, watching as the last person stepped out.

"Alright, of course not. Anyway, here's some parchment and a quill" he paused, pulling them out of his pocket and handing them to me. "You right your name, I'll put it in. You can't get past the age line" he smirked. "Thank you, so much" I smiled brightly, then wrote my name on the parchment. 'Isadora Lolita Krum'. Quickly handing him the parchment, I checked for any people watching, which there of course wasn't. Once I saw Karkaroff place the parchment into the fire successfully, I walked out of the Great Hall.

"Ah!" I screamed, scared by the sudden sight of Fred and George. Wait, no, I didn't mean it like that, like, they're not horribly ugly, they're attractive actually. But they literally just jumped out of no where. "Professor Dumbledore told us," "to tell you," "that you can stay," "in any of the houses dormitories," "if you wish," "and you may also attend," "the fourth years' classes," "with Harry," "Ron," "and Hermione" they took turns in say each thing, and to be honest, whipping your head from one way to the other is rather painful in the end.

"Do you guys always do that? Is it something you practice everyday? Or is it just natural?" I asked sarcastically, then added; "but yes, I will happily oblige. I guess I shall stay with the Gryffindors, and I'll take the class. It'd be lovely. Do boys and girls room together, or?" They both laughed and looked at me like I'm crazy, "they don't room together!" Fred chuckled, "you can stay with Hermione," "or you can camp out in the common room," "which I think is best," "there's a fire place in there." There they go again, but at least this time, I only moved my eyes. "Well come on then, I'm tired, and a sleeping by a fire sounds perfect" I smirked and pushed them along.

"Lead the way." "Yes ma'am!" they chorused, saluting me like soldiers would. I shook my head and linked my arms through theirs, "what about your stuff?" Fred asked curiously. "It's all in my bag, extension charm" I smirked as I held the cream white over the shoulder bag up for them to see. "Oh, smart thinking with that one" said George, "isn't it heavy?" said Fred. "Surprisingly, it's not" I chirped, then let them practically drag me up the stairs.

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