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Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 25, 2023
The Second Wizarding War was something Viktor had feared for years. With Bulgaria's roots coming from all sorts of dark and unique magics, those that worked on the side of evil always seemed to think that their residents would work their ways. Sure, some Bulgarians did sign up with Grindelwald. And others denied him, paying with their lives instead. Viktor knew this all too well, his grandfather being one of those that perished by the dark wizard's hand. Horrified by the acts of evil, Viktor knew he would never stray from the light, even if it had cost him his own life. He Who Must Not Be Named's followers did come knocking, with many of Viktor's peers following them into the night. Not Viktor though. He stood strong, willing to face the green light of the deadly spell to not betray his morals. If only he had been so lucky, losing his parents in the Second Wizarding War rather than himself. Angered by the celebrity Seeker's denial of their cause, it was Krum's father who had been killed instead, used in an attempt to send a message. When he and his mother still stood strong in their bonds, the Cruciatus curse had been used next to bend their wills.
One of Durmstrang's mandatory classes had been the survival of dark spells, including the unforgivable. It admittedly helped, learning to overpower the will of the Imperius, or discovering just how painful the torture curse was, not to mention how best to transfigure your surroundings to defend the Killing Curse. This class, however, had not been mandatory during his mother's time in school. After fifteen minutes, her mind had been lost. With one parental figure dead and the other driven insane, Krum had been left, the Death Eaters assuming that a few days to ponder his options would be enough to bring Krum to their cause. Dark Wizards loved their egos...
Yet the wizards never returned. Three days later, while Krum sat in the Bulgarian Wizarding Hospital with his mother, the wizard heard news over the Wireless; the War was over! Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort, his body falling motionless in a crowd of onlookers. A wonderous sight, a calming sight, after losing so many loved ones. At the news, a tear ran down Krum's cheek. It was over.
The Wireless continued to discuss the events that had unfolded, and discussing what was 'next' for the magical community. The next twenty four hours would be spent gathering those lost in the war, and then the rebuild would start. Helpers would be welcomed and encouraged to join.
Looking on at his mother, eyes blank as she stared at her child, Krum gave her hand a squeeze. "I'll be back soon, mother." Krum whispered, kissing her forehead before returning home.
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Sighing, Krum gathered his suitcase, filled with clothes and necessities, walking to the fireplace. "Hog's Head" He called, throwing the powder and stepping through. It was 7am, much too early for a lot of the Hogsmeade clientele. But perfect time for someone like Krum to make an appearance. Despite everything, Krum was a celebrity. Once on par with Harry Potter (though certainly nowhere near that now), Viktor feared that his presence would take away the meaning for his work. This was no publicity stunt. And announcing his presence would ruin any preservation of that.
A room was provided, to which his suitcase was thrown in. He didn't stay long, making the trek up through Hogsmeade, reaching the closed castle gates of Hogwarts. It had been a few years since he had been to the castle, the last time was when he had seen Cedric Diggory's dead body. It had been a sickening sight, but he supposed it would be the first of many dead bodies he'd see on castle grounds.
As he reached the gate, he had not expected to see anyone else here - castle restoration efforts weren't open to the public for another two hours. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the morning sun, before finally recognising the elderly face of Minerva McGonagall. "Sorry sir, no one may enter just yet." She said. It was a familiar, albeit tired tone she used. But as it had taken Krum a few moments to recognise Minerva, she had to take that same time to recognise the large body that stood before her. "Mister Krum... I... It's lovely to see you again, dear." She said, the faintest of smiles appearing on her thin lips. His early appearance required no extra words, the castle gates opening behind her with a flick of the wand. "Thank you for coming. Professor Flitwick is not too far, if you walk in the direction of the Great Hall. I'm sure he can find you somewhere to start. Somewhere... private." She assured the guest, silently thanking Lee Jordan's plea for help. She had been doubtful at first, but it was already a great success...
One of Durmstrang's mandatory classes had been the survival of dark spells, including the unforgivable. It admittedly helped, learning to overpower the will of the Imperius, or discovering just how painful the torture curse was, not to mention how best to transfigure your surroundings to defend the Killing Curse. This class, however, had not been mandatory during his mother's time in school. After fifteen minutes, her mind had been lost. With one parental figure dead and the other driven insane, Krum had been left, the Death Eaters assuming that a few days to ponder his options would be enough to bring Krum to their cause. Dark Wizards loved their egos...
Yet the wizards never returned. Three days later, while Krum sat in the Bulgarian Wizarding Hospital with his mother, the wizard heard news over the Wireless; the War was over! Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort, his body falling motionless in a crowd of onlookers. A wonderous sight, a calming sight, after losing so many loved ones. At the news, a tear ran down Krum's cheek. It was over.
The Wireless continued to discuss the events that had unfolded, and discussing what was 'next' for the magical community. The next twenty four hours would be spent gathering those lost in the war, and then the rebuild would start. Helpers would be welcomed and encouraged to join.
Looking on at his mother, eyes blank as she stared at her child, Krum gave her hand a squeeze. "I'll be back soon, mother." Krum whispered, kissing her forehead before returning home.
--
Sighing, Krum gathered his suitcase, filled with clothes and necessities, walking to the fireplace. "Hog's Head" He called, throwing the powder and stepping through. It was 7am, much too early for a lot of the Hogsmeade clientele. But perfect time for someone like Krum to make an appearance. Despite everything, Krum was a celebrity. Once on par with Harry Potter (though certainly nowhere near that now), Viktor feared that his presence would take away the meaning for his work. This was no publicity stunt. And announcing his presence would ruin any preservation of that.
A room was provided, to which his suitcase was thrown in. He didn't stay long, making the trek up through Hogsmeade, reaching the closed castle gates of Hogwarts. It had been a few years since he had been to the castle, the last time was when he had seen Cedric Diggory's dead body. It had been a sickening sight, but he supposed it would be the first of many dead bodies he'd see on castle grounds.
As he reached the gate, he had not expected to see anyone else here - castle restoration efforts weren't open to the public for another two hours. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the morning sun, before finally recognising the elderly face of Minerva McGonagall. "Sorry sir, no one may enter just yet." She said. It was a familiar, albeit tired tone she used. But as it had taken Krum a few moments to recognise Minerva, she had to take that same time to recognise the large body that stood before her. "Mister Krum... I... It's lovely to see you again, dear." She said, the faintest of smiles appearing on her thin lips. His early appearance required no extra words, the castle gates opening behind her with a flick of the wand. "Thank you for coming. Professor Flitwick is not too far, if you walk in the direction of the Great Hall. I'm sure he can find you somewhere to start. Somewhere... private." She assured the guest, silently thanking Lee Jordan's plea for help. She had been doubtful at first, but it was already a great success...