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Whispers in the Woods; Chapter 01: An Unacceptable Offer
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“I am Talking.”
‘I am Thinking’
Spells
Whispers in the Woods
-Dev Sagittarius Black
~~Chapter One~~
~An Unacceptable Offer~
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The fact that humanity could be so shallow, and yet so deep at the same time, astounded the old headmaster who looked down at the mass of students that filtered around the Great Hall of Hogwarts for a healthy breakfast. Foretelling stories, both old and new, spreading rumors about an unknown incident that might or might not have happened at all. Still, it was the reactions that amused him the most.
Throughout his stay at the oldest magical school in Europe, in all of his positions: a student, a professor, a deputy, and now as the Headmaster, he had seen various types of students and had measured their reaction to the happenings in the world around them. There were a few, like the excitable muggleborns and muggle-raised half-bloods, who had an extreme reaction to everything, while a few that were magically raised half-bloods who had mildly amused reactions to magic and things around them.
Then there were a few who had absolutely no reaction at all. These were usually the purebloods who had been raised in magical households, their minds sharpened and sculpted by the words of their parents and grandparents. Hogwarts had them all under one roof, and guided each of them through a relatively similar path of hardship and goodwill that was bound to change the shape of the person’s mind, as well as their surroundings in the future.
A similar reaction happened when Albus’ favorite student, and the most famous boy at Hogwarts, Harry James Potter, entered through the doors of the Great Hall. There was a hushed silence that seemed to be forced onto everyone that was inside it as each and every eye searched for the frail boy who wore his house clothes and looked around the great hall, as if searching for something or someone special.
Harry tried to ignore all the eyes that were trained on him, and instead searched for the one man who had not only saved his life but also had a few questions to answer. The Durmstrang school’s champion–Viktor Krum. He was the one that had rescued him from Voldemort and the only one who knew how he came, who was the person that was screaming, how did a second grotesque Voldemort come when the killing curse hit Harry, how did the...yes. Many questions, and only one person who knew the answers to them.
“He’s not here, mate. Krum, right?,” Ron asked as he came from behind him and the two started toward the Gryffindor table, “Been eating in the ship the whole time, he has. Haven't seen him since after the third task, and it’s been three days.”
“You don’t need to sound like a douche, Ron, he could be recovering,” Hermione took the other seat beside Harry and started putting a few sandwiches on her plate. The general Hogwarts populace returned to what they were previously doing, except that there was a hushed murmur about the Boy-Who-Lived and what he did, which the trio tried their best to ignore.
“Oh yeah? And there is a better health facility inside a damn ship than the hospital wing of Hogwarts?” Ron smirked, “Guess I will have to tell Madam Pomfrey the next time we meet about how high you think of her healing abilities.”
“Not all injuries are physical, Ronald Weasley,” Hermione glared at the clueless redhead who didn’t know when to shut-up, “And I’ll have you know that Madam Pomfrey already knows that I think her medical skills are exceptional, thank you very much!”
“And you would know all about your boyfriend’s ‘injuries’ right Her-”
“Shut up, Ron.” Harry mumbled, “I’ve just returned from the hospital wing, no need to start your daily session just yet. Now, do either one of you know how to contact Krum? I need to meet him and ask a couple of questions.” Harry looked at both of his friends who frowned, “Hermione?”
“Why are you asking me, ask the one who idolizes him.”
“I am not the one who was snogging the-”
“Ron, Hermione…C’mon guys, this is serious. I really need to talk to him, and I don’t know any way other than the letters.”
“Alright, alright,” Ron raised his hand in surrender, “Don’t want me bringing Krum and Hermione, got it. Don’t know what’s got you in such a bad mood though.”
Hermione pursed her lips at Ron’s words, but she ignored it for Harry’s sake as he seemed a bit more serious and in urgency, “I think you can ask someone he knows to tell him to meet you. And no Ron, I am not that ‘someone’, so kindly shut up.”
“Hmm…” Harry looked around the hall, specifically toward the Slytherin table where the Durmstrang students sat together to break their fast with them, “A friend perhaps? Anyone know who Krum used to sit with?”
“He didn’t have any specific seat or partner during meals,” Ron pointed out, “But there’s that bloke with long hair and a scar over his right eye. He’s the one I remember seeing with Krum most of the time.”
“Who?”
Ron looked over at the Slytherin table that had the Durmstrang students and spotted the boy, “There! Third one from Goyle. He’s the one I’m talking about.”
Both Harry and Hermione followed Ron’s line of sight and spotted a broody looking boy with long hair tied back and an old scar across his right eyebrow. The boy wasn’t talking to others around him, but it seemed to be more of a comfortable sort of silence than awkward or one emerging from isolation.
“Ivar?” Hermione asked Ron.
“You know him?”
“Yeah, he’s a chaser in Durmstrang’s Quidditch team. I didn’t know he was Viktor's friend though as he never told me,” she shrugged when the two boys looked at her astonished, “What? Viktor and I used to talk when we met. These are the things you do when you meet someone new–talk.”
“And here I thought you two wouldn’t have time for actually talking,” Ron snickered and ducked when Hermione tried to punch his arm across Harry.
“I’ll be back,” Harry abruptly got up from the table and ignored his two friends as he followed Ivar out of the Great Hall. He ignored all the judging eyes that fell on him as he moved through the halls and went outside the castle. Ivar was walking with two more boys and they were probably going toward their ship.
“Hey!” Harry shouted from a few steps behind them, “Err…IVAR?!”
Said boy stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Harry, who was jogging down the path he had just crossed. The boys patiently waited for Harry to join them, “Harry Potter?”
“Ah yeah, that’s me,” Harry panted a bit from exertion, “And you are…uh..Ivar, right? Good thanks.” He took a deep breath and straightened, “I’ve heard that you’re relatively close to Viktor. Could you please tell him I want to meet with him? I have a few questions and I have to thank him too, please?”
Ivar frowned at first as he contemplated, “Viktor hasn’t left his room for anything lately. Due to being the champion, he got a private suite that has everything he could need. He’s never really stayed in his room for long hours, but these days he spends all of his time in it.”
“I know but I needed a few answers,” Harry gave a hesitating smile, “It’s quite important. I’m sure you understand.”
Ivar thought some more before he shrugged, “I’ll tell him you want to meet him. But I wouldn’t be too hopeful if I was you. Viktor usually takes some time if he goes in one of his moods. Anyway, where and when should he meet you?”
“You’re leaving tomorrow, right?” Harry asked and Ivar nodded, “How about tonight after dinner? I'll wait for him by the entrance of the Great Hall.”
“Sure, I’ll tell him.”
“Perfect, thanks!” Harry tried to smile, but by that time Ivar and his friends had already turned to leave.
~o}{o~
Harry sighed in relief as he sat in his favorite armchair in the Gryffindor house common room. The chair was made of leather and had ample amounts of cushioning, as well as self-repair, runes sewed into the fabric to maintain its utility even decades after it had been manufactured. The perfect distance of the chair from the room’s window and the fireplace made it one of the best seats that the common room of the house of the brave could afford.
The boy had a face of utter serenity, but only he knew what was going through his mind. The events of that night had baffled him to the core, he didn’t want to believe that whatever misery he and Krum had been cursed with would just be a nightmare. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. The rather deep scar on his arm, the diminishing one on his forehead–a jagged lightning bolt that had always been a rather angry shade of red, everything painted a bizarre picture that was horrendously truthful.
“What actually happened that night?” Harry muttered as he looked at the flickering flames that danced on the logs in the fireplace, leaving the nearby domain in a golden glow with the faint aroma of burning wood and ashes. “And why hasn’t he said anything about his return, yet? What is he planning to do?”
There were a lot of unanswered questions, and Harry feared that, by the end of today’s evening, there would be a lot more questions than answers that he received. He really hoped that Krum would be more forthcoming with them and not bound by his mood swings like his friend Ivar had told them earlier.
The bespectacled boy looked at the old grandfather clock that was in the common room– 07:00 pm. It was time to meet Krum outside the great hall. The boy stood from his armchair and moved out the door. He moved out of the room and traversed through the corridors and the magical staircases, making up a series of questions that he wanted to ask his fellow Quidditch player regarding that night.
He was thankful that Ron and Hermione had decided to leave him to his devices. Ron was easy as the redhead didn’t want to do anything that would upset Harry, especially not after the whole jealousy debacle he went through before the first task and the subsequent apology. Hermione, on the other hand, was treating him like a newly born hatchling who needed all the warmth and care that the world could provide.
Ultimately, Harry had threatened the girl with never talking to her again if she didn’t let him do this on his own. After all this wasn’t a discussion for the oblivious. He didn’t want to be the harbinger of bad news, and Voldemort’s return was most definitely in the top five worst news articles possible to British wizardkind. It was better to get all the answers on his own first, and not involve his two best friends any more than he needed to. He really hoped that they would take the hint.
After all, ignorance is bliss.
~o}{o~
It didn’t take him long to spot Viktor either, with the boy’s surly face and brooding frame. He was leaning on the wall outside the Great Hall as he chatted with Ivar. Well, more like Ivar and his friend were talking in hushed voices as Krum stood beside them looking at nothing in particular. The Bulgarian’s eyes were sunken, his face tired and weary. His usually impeccable robes were slightly ruffled, which told Harry that Krum had hastened his arrival for some reason.
A moment later the Durmstrang champion spotted his Hogwarts counterpart and excused himself from his friends as the duo met halfway.
“Harry Potter,” Krum gave a small bow and forwarded his hand which was immediately reciprocated by Harry.
“Viktor,” Harry tried to smile, “Uhh..how’s it going? I heard that you have taken residence on the ship for the last few days, eh?”
Viktor shook his head at Harry, “Not here. The walls have ears, and some things are better left unsaid when you are around them.” said the burly young man, “Walk with me, I need to talk to you and I am sure you have your fair share of questions for me as well, ja? There are a few things that we both need to convey, and I could use a walk away from the prying eyes.”
Harry looked around at the entrance hall and saw that there were indeed a few portraits that were trying their level best to look busy and ignorant of their surroundings. He knew that they were only pretending because he had seen a similar look multiple times in the Dursley household when he wanted something. Well, almost similar.
“Sure.”
The duo moved outside the warmth of Hogwarts’ halls and instead started trekking toward the Black Lake, where the majestic Durmstrand ship floated languidly in the water. The setting sun was barely above the horizon, painting the entire domain in a plethora of colors that reflected off the flora around them.
June was indeed a good time to visit the Hogwarts grounds. The chirping of insects, fluttering of the Great Purple Emperor butterflies, and the faint aroma of some magical plants like the buzzlewees and rose lilies, which grew in the greenhouses for various potions, accompanied by the gentle winds that caressed your skin and flew through your hair. The experience itself was magical.
“I think-”
“So what do-”
Both the boys stopped immediately and Harry chuckled, “You first.”
“I think we should address the elephant in the room first,” Krum began as the duo moved around the Black Lake on a lazy trail, enjoying the momentary lapse of peace that the environment provided. “You want to know if what we saw that night was real, and if yes then why haven’t I said anything about it to anyone, ja?”
Harry bobbed his head, it was indeed one of the first and foremost questions that he wanted to get an answer for. All of the conclusions that he himself had reached sounded dull and useless, so instead of guessing it was better to ask it directly.
“It was real, Harry.” Krum sighed, “As real as you and me. I didn’t want to believe it at first either, but the scars we have on ourselves, our memories, and the mark on my Highmaster’s arm paints an entirely different picture.”
“The mark on Karka-I mean, your Highmaster’s arm?”
“Ja. It’s not a well-kept secret in Durmstrang that our current Highmaster, Igor, is…well, was…a Death Eater, and bears the mark of You-Know-Who. No one knows why he is our Highmaster, only that one day our previous Highmaster died due to a potions accident that our nurse wasn’t able to heal. Then the board made him–a Dark Arts professor at that time–the new Highmaster of Durmstrang.”
“Your previous Highmaster died? Just like that?” Harry asked, flabbergasted as the young boy could never even think of Dumbledore in the same shoes as Igor’s predecessor. “And your board decided to make a well-known Death Eater your Highmaster? No offense, Viktor, but that’s pure bullshit.”
Surprisingly enough Krum nodded, “Ja, many of us know that. We suspect there was heavy foul play behind the scenes, but no one was brave enough to raise their voice back then. As for now…it’s always a bad idea to dig up old graves. So now, we just don’t speak about it openly. Still, the night after we returned, I was in the medbay of our ship and he visited to get burn salve and pain relief potions. I think the mark on his forearm causes him harm if he doesn’t reply to the summoning.”
“But that won’t be conclusive enough to actually prove he’s back, we need more evidence.” Harry began, “I mean, we can give our memories, but knowing what Fudge–that’s our Minister for Magic–did last year regarding the case of Sirius Black, I doubt that he would do anything other than to simply declare us delusional children.”
“Indeed, which is why I didn’t announce You-know-who’s return.” Krum shrugged when Harry looked at him. “See, my family has never supported the pureblood movement. During the last war, when the news reached us and he demanded our support, my grandfather denied him on the grounds that the movement itself did not look captivating enough to garner the attention of the masses, and that wasting time, energy, and galleons on it was nothing more than a fool’s hope to gain prestige.
“That most certainly does not mean that I am willing to paint a target on my and my family’s backs by being foolish enough to announce his return to the masses without solid evidence.” Krum shook his head, “We were completely lucky the first time around, and I do not want to test my survival instincts against that madman again. Therefore, forgive me, Harry, but I cannot openly support you in your endeavors against him.”
“But…But what about your own country?” Harry asked, completely flabbergasted at Krum’s vehement denial to support him against Voldemort. “You said that your grandfather was asked to join, so it’s quite possible that Voldemort will ask your family to join him again, and denying him will obviously paint a target on your family.”
“Harry…” Krum sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I never said I won’t support you, no wait-let me finish.” the boy stopped his friend and looked toward the setting sun that was doing its best to shower the skies with the last of its golden rays. “I can’t support you openly, but I will find evidence for you, and we will convince your Headmaster Dumbledore, after all wasn’t you-know-who afraid of him in the last war? I am quite sure that should still be the case. Therefore, we have to convince him that the Dark Lord is back. I will even provide my memory for him to watch.”
Harry didn’t say anything, he knew what Krum said was true. It was also a good thing that he had already told his side of the story to Dumbledore, and that the professor was already on board. Therefore, getting Viktor’s memory would definitely be a welcomed addition in establishing that Voldemort was, indeed, as alive as Harry and Dumbledore themselves.
“Well that certainly helps. Also, thanks for agreeing for that memory thing.” the Boy-Who-Lived added, “I am quite sure that it’s not a normal occurrence to share a memory to some strangers.”
“You will need it more than I do. I don’t know how much help it will be, but it’s as much as I can currently do without being actively involved.”
Harry sighed, for some reason he wanted Viktor to support them more. The boy had more fame than any teenager, probably, other than him, so it would have been quite awesome to have Viktor Krum fight against Voldemort. But–and Harry didn’t like this–Viktor’s words were true as well, there was no way that Voldemort would leave the boy and his family alone if they actively resisted Voldemort. So it was a good thing that the quidditch prodigy was using his brain instead of mindlessly jumping in a foreign war.
“Well, that is one thing that we finally cleared out, eh?” Viktor smirked at Harry, “What more did you want to talk about?”
Harry opened his mouth, a claim on his lips to deny that there wasn’t anything else of importance or question why the Bulgarian would assume that it was him that sought more answers, but then he remembered that there were, indeed, quite a few questions that needed to be answered, or at least discussed. This was probably his last chance to get them. So rather than deny Viktor’s claim, he nodded.
“I wanted to know a few things, so please don’t laugh or judge me.” Harry pleaded, “I know it might sound weird, but there isn’t any other way I can bring it up without seeming like a loon.”
Viktor didn’t say anything, preferring to let the scarheaded one speak his mind. As far as he knew, this guy had saved his life. Therefore, not laughing or judging his queries was the least he could do to somewhat repay the debt.
“I want to know what happened after I took the killing curse for you.” Harry said abruptly before he clarified, “I mean, was there some horrible scream? And was there a second, grotesque form of Voldemort after that? I am sorry if I sound idiotic, but all I remember is some ghosts and you summoning the portkey while holding me, and then a multitude of colors. Next thing I know, I am in the hospital wing.”
Viktor hummed at Harry’s question and frowned at the boy, “You mean to say that after you took the Killing Curse, you don’t remember anything that happened in the graveyard?”
“Yeah..and that weird scream too…”
The green-eyed teen really hoped that he didn’t sound like a lunatic. It would be so awkward if, instead of saying something, all Viktor said was ‘I pulled the portkey and saved you, no ghosts or horrible screams’. But the way Viktor looked at him, it was quite possible that wasn’t the case, so he still held hope that this last mystery would be cleared as well. And hopefully without bringing any more queries.
“To be honest, I should have expected you to ask me about this…there was no way that you would have remembered anything after going down thanks to Curse” Viktor agreed with the boy who sighed in relief, but then, surprisingly enough, the Bulgarian Seeker bowed down to his waist level.
“I am eternally grateful to you for saving my life. Prioritizing a stranger’s life over your own marks the true strength of your faith, morals, and your character. It is not something easily seen, as one would not only be putting the greatest gift they have received in danger, they would also be leaving everything behind them to do so. I don’t know what I can do to repay you for the second chance at life that your chivalry gave me. Just remember that you can depend on me if push comes to shove.”
Harry owlishly blinked at the long winded speech that his friend just gave. He had not expected Viktor to be so thorough with something as simple as that. It wasn’t like Harry wanted anything, it was just the right thing to do and it would have probably given him an easy escape too. Everything happened so quickly that even he didn't know why he jumped in front of the Killing Curse. All he knew was that he saw the Curse coming toward the boy’s back and he simply stopped thinking. It was pure instinct that drove him to tackle the green beam of death.
“Err…it’s alright, Viktor.” Harry replied hesitantly, “You can stand easy now, I..uhh…I accept your thanks, but, to me, it was just the right thing to do.”
“Not many would have done the same thing, Harry.” Viktor sighed, “You are quite the chivalrous one, aren’t you?” he smirked. “Well, to answer your question, after you took the curse for me, you fell on the ground. Surprisingly, though, the scar on your forehead ruptured and some black liquid poured out of it becoming a grotesque face before it evaporated. What was more shocking, is the way it affected you-know-who. He fell to the ground in pain and fainted for a few moments.”
“Voldemort fainted?” Harry blinked in surprise, “Really?!”
“Yeah, he stumbled backward a bit, holding his head as if he was in pain. Then fainted on the spot. I think the scream you heard, while in your lucid state, was the one from the grotesque face that came out of your scar. That creepy thing definitely knew how to scream.” Viktor shuddered a bit as he remembered how the black liquid had turned to smoke, and a grotesque face had screamed right in his face when Voldemort had fainted.
“What happened after that?” Harry asked, his impatient undertone clearly signifying his emergency.
“I took that moment as my chance to run away and summoned the portkey while holding you.” said the burly seeker, “I think you-know-who woke up immediately because I remember him shouting your name as we were whisked away by the Portkey. After that, we landed on Hogwarts grounds and…well…that’s all that happened that night.”
“What about the second grotesque form of Voldemort? And what about the multiple ghosts? What happened to them?”
“There was no second you-know-who, Harry,” Viktor replied deep in his thoughts, “All I remember is he screamed holding his head, and then he fainted for a few seconds, nothing else. The Death Eaters around us were quite surprised by this and therefore they were too late to stop us when I summoned the portkey to us.”
“And the ghosts?”
“Nothing like that either, the only people there were you, me, the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. No one else, not even a ghost,” Krum admitted.
Harry frowned in confusion.That was weird, definitely weird. It was preposterous that all those souls that he had seen, and that second Voldemort, were nothing but his imagination, but Krum wouldn’t lie. Definitely not for something like this, so why would Harry see them and yet Krum wouldn't?
In fact, according to the Bulgarian seeker, everything happened in a matter of seconds. Harry remembered watching everything, going near the grotesque form of the second Voldemort, and watching his hand phase from inside the ghosts that moved around them. Was all of that an illusion? If not, then why didn’t Krum say so? And if yes…then what was happening to him?
“...ry? Harry? You still there?” Viktor waved his hand in front of Harry’s face which pulled the boy from the deepest pits of subconsciousness where he was contemplating the ideas of life, death, survival, ghosts, and grotesque Voldemorts.
“Huh?” Harry blinked and then shook his head to focus on Krum’s face, “Oh..err, don’t worry. I am fine, just got lost in thoughts.”
“I can see that. You’ve been like that for the past two minutes. Another minute and I would have tackled you to the ground.” the Bulgarian teenager smirked at Harry who shook his head.
The duo idly chatted for a while longer as the first stars started blinking in the twilight sky, twinkling softly as if they were little diamonds reflecting the rays of sun. The giant squid lazily floated in the middle of the lake, shifting one of its tentacles every other minute to splash some water or play with the bees and other insects buzzing over the water surface.
~o}{o~
“Shall we head back?” Viktor asked Harry, who just nodded as they started trudging toward the point of divergence from where Viktor would walk toward his school’s ship and Harry would move toward the castle’s doors.
“So, you leave tomorrow, right?”
“Ja. I will join you for breakfast though, then we can go to your Headmaster to give him my memory and tell him things that you might not have been able to tell.”
“How did you-”
“He’s your Headmaster, Harry,” Krum shrugged, “It’s normal for a Headmaster to worry for his charge’s well-being and to completely know what they are or were suffering from. I am quite sure you told him your side of the story, probably even gave him your memory too, so all I am doing is playing my part in this fight as much as I can.”
Harry smiled, “You know, I am glad that I got to talk to you. Behind that serious face and no-nonsense attitude, you’re actually quite a good conversationalist.”
“We have to be a bit more serious than you or the French,” Viktor agreed, “Our school isn’t really all that easy to join, and our subjects are more focused on fighting and dueling. Our Highmaster even made Dark Arts a compulsory subject, which means that it is quite normal for students my age and younger to know about spells that shouldn’t be taught to us at that age.”
“That sounds quite bad…” Harry added, “I mean, we have had our fair share of troubles, but to have fights and dark arts being practiced openly…and by students of all people…”
“Which is why we need to always be on alert. One wrong move, a single moment of loneliness, or a single corner that we missed, and the next moment we might die. You don’t like that? Let me tell you, Harry. Out of all that join the first year, only sixty percent get to actually pass the school. The remaining forty are sent back in rosewood coffins,” Krum sighed.
“That…that sounds horrible,” Harry shivered, “I don’t know how you guys manage it or why no one has complained against Karkaroff. He should be sacked for such idiocracy and stupidity!”
“Ja, but it’s usually the lower class mages.” Krum saw the look of confusion on Harry’s face so he explained further, “The…Muggleborns you call them? Yeah, it’s usually them, or some weaker higher mages, which means that it doesn’t affect the ones truly in power. Meaning they don’t care about it. Karkaroff might be a right bastard, but he clearly knows how to play the game. Succinct lies, sweet and savory enough to win over the governors.”
The Bulgarian seeker sighed when he saw that his time with Harry was about to end. They were reaching the point of divergence, and he still couldn’t come up with something to do that would help Harry. Well…there was one thing, but the probability of that happening was as low as could be possible.
“Alright, Viktor.” Harry smiled as they reached the point of divergence, “See you tomorrow. Don’t forget about breakfast in the Great Hall with me tomorrow, alright?”
Viktor nodded and they shook hands before parting ways. Just as they parted, Krum knew he had to ask Harry. The fact that it was only remotely probable didn’t matter anymore. If, somehow, Harry agreed to it, it would tremendously benefit the boy and his people.
“Harry?”
The green-eyed mage stopped and turned to look at Viktor, “Yeah? Forgot something?”
“I did…I mean, I didn’t know if I should ask you…” Viktor hesitated, “There is a strong possibility that you might deny it, but I don’t want to risk it and feel guilty about it later…”
“Just ask it, mate,” Harry shrugged, “I promise, I won’t make fun of you if it’s something funny.”
“It’s definitely not funny.” the Bulgarian muttered to himself before he met Harry’s eyes. “Well, I wanted to know, if you would like to…I mean, you can deny it, there’s no problem with that, but I wanted to know if you’d like to leave Hogwarts and join Durmstrang?”
Harry blinked owlishly at the unexpected question right after the way Krum described his life at Durmstrang. Thanks to his educated mind, the most eloquent word he managed to edit was, “What?!”
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