Fic: His Greatest Challenge (Chapter One)
Okay, no one is posting, and I was going to wait for another person to post, but... anyways here you are to you from me.
Title: His Greatest Challenge (under the title of 'Before' at www.fanfiction.net/~missguided)
Author: Me, Traci miss_guided1986
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
Summary: Viktor is about to enter into the biggest event of his life, but he is not supported by the one person whom he cared about. Does that really matter?
Viktor wasn’t sure when he had caught a cold, or how bad it was going to get, but he did know that it was making him nothing but miserable. He gently moved the oar as his friend Vladimir sat on the bench next to him. “You should go to Karkaroff, you look terrible.”
“No,” Viktor said shortly and Vlad looked hurt. “Sorry,” he grunted. “I just hate the way he treats me. It makes me very uncomfortable.” Vlad shrugged and mumbled something incoherent.
Viktor continued to argue with him for another half hour until his head felt as if it was going to split in two. Vlad shot him a look, telling him that he should go to Karkaroff and Viktor caved. He handed the paddle to Vlad and slouched back to Karkaroff’s cabin.
He rapped his knuckles against the door and Karkaroff shouted from the other side of the wood, “Who is it?”
“Krum,” Viktor grunted. He desperately wished to turn heel and run from the door. Instead, he stood stock-still as he heard the latches turn and the door creak open.
“What’s the matter?” Karkaroff questioned, something like concern filling his voice.
“I’m ill, my head feels as if it will explode,” Viktor stated. “I just need a little medicine and then I will join the rest of the class.”
“Nonsense,” Karkaroff responded, leading Viktor into his chambers and gently pushing him onto the bed. “You can wait here until we get to Hogwarts, it should be quite warm there,” Karkaroff instructed, handing Viktor a steaming goblet and an extra coat. Viktor nodded. He knew that had he been any other student, Karkaroff would have sent him away without another word.
Viktor lay back on the bed and shut his eyes. Tiny flashes of purple and red passed through his vision. Suddenly a large golden light burst forth and he saw her again. The light filtered through her bushy brown hair and her skin seemed to glow. He reached out his hand and ran his fingers across her cheek; her skin was smooth and warm.
“Viktor!” Karkaroff shouted far from him. Viktor didn’t answer, but Karkaroff continued yelling, getting closer and closer to Viktor, until he was almost on top of him.
No, Viktor thought, no, let him go away, just let him go away.
“Viktor!” Karkaroff yelled into his ears. His eyes snapped open. “Viktor, we’ve arrived,” Karkaroff said, lifting the extra coat from Viktor’s body. Viktor stood up and followed Karkaroff out to the bulk of the ship. The rest of his class was standing waiting for the headmaster’s instructions. “Wait until I call you, and then you may enter the castle,” he told Viktor.
Viktor and the others went out the ship and stood in a small group at the end of the plank. Karkaroff glided away and greeted Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. Viktor looked in awe at the man with the long white hair and beard. He had seen pictures of the wizard, but none of them seemed to do him justice. Suddenly, Viktor wished he had gone to Hogwarts instead of Durmstrang; Dumbledore was probably a better headmaster than Karkaroff.
“Viktor, come along into the warmth.” Karkaroff’s voice brought him back to reality and he hurried to the headmaster’s side.
Karkaroff was still talking to Dumbledore and Viktor quickly scanned the faces of the Hogwarts students. His jaw dropped when he saw the mass of bushy brown hair.
Viktor swayed on his feet and Karkaroff led him into the castle. Viktor wanted to tell him that he was perfectly capable on walking on his own and he would want to talk to the girl with the bushy brown hair. He tried to do all this but all he could manage was a loud sneeze.
Title: His Greatest Challenge (under the title of 'Before' at www.fanfiction.net/~missguided)
Author: Me, Traci miss_guided1986
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
Summary: Viktor is about to enter into the biggest event of his life, but he is not supported by the one person whom he cared about. Does that really matter?
Viktor wasn’t sure when he had caught a cold, or how bad it was going to get, but he did know that it was making him nothing but miserable. He gently moved the oar as his friend Vladimir sat on the bench next to him. “You should go to Karkaroff, you look terrible.”
“No,” Viktor said shortly and Vlad looked hurt. “Sorry,” he grunted. “I just hate the way he treats me. It makes me very uncomfortable.” Vlad shrugged and mumbled something incoherent.
Viktor continued to argue with him for another half hour until his head felt as if it was going to split in two. Vlad shot him a look, telling him that he should go to Karkaroff and Viktor caved. He handed the paddle to Vlad and slouched back to Karkaroff’s cabin.
He rapped his knuckles against the door and Karkaroff shouted from the other side of the wood, “Who is it?”
“Krum,” Viktor grunted. He desperately wished to turn heel and run from the door. Instead, he stood stock-still as he heard the latches turn and the door creak open.
“What’s the matter?” Karkaroff questioned, something like concern filling his voice.
“I’m ill, my head feels as if it will explode,” Viktor stated. “I just need a little medicine and then I will join the rest of the class.”
“Nonsense,” Karkaroff responded, leading Viktor into his chambers and gently pushing him onto the bed. “You can wait here until we get to Hogwarts, it should be quite warm there,” Karkaroff instructed, handing Viktor a steaming goblet and an extra coat. Viktor nodded. He knew that had he been any other student, Karkaroff would have sent him away without another word.
Viktor lay back on the bed and shut his eyes. Tiny flashes of purple and red passed through his vision. Suddenly a large golden light burst forth and he saw her again. The light filtered through her bushy brown hair and her skin seemed to glow. He reached out his hand and ran his fingers across her cheek; her skin was smooth and warm.
“Viktor!” Karkaroff shouted far from him. Viktor didn’t answer, but Karkaroff continued yelling, getting closer and closer to Viktor, until he was almost on top of him.
No, Viktor thought, no, let him go away, just let him go away.
“Viktor!” Karkaroff yelled into his ears. His eyes snapped open. “Viktor, we’ve arrived,” Karkaroff said, lifting the extra coat from Viktor’s body. Viktor stood up and followed Karkaroff out to the bulk of the ship. The rest of his class was standing waiting for the headmaster’s instructions. “Wait until I call you, and then you may enter the castle,” he told Viktor.
Viktor and the others went out the ship and stood in a small group at the end of the plank. Karkaroff glided away and greeted Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. Viktor looked in awe at the man with the long white hair and beard. He had seen pictures of the wizard, but none of them seemed to do him justice. Suddenly, Viktor wished he had gone to Hogwarts instead of Durmstrang; Dumbledore was probably a better headmaster than Karkaroff.
“Viktor, come along into the warmth.” Karkaroff’s voice brought him back to reality and he hurried to the headmaster’s side.
Karkaroff was still talking to Dumbledore and Viktor quickly scanned the faces of the Hogwarts students. His jaw dropped when he saw the mass of bushy brown hair.
Viktor swayed on his feet and Karkaroff led him into the castle. Viktor wanted to tell him that he was perfectly capable on walking on his own and he would want to talk to the girl with the bushy brown hair. He tried to do all this but all he could manage was a loud sneeze.