RP: The Bulgarians Arrive
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tutistempus_rpgDate: 25 October 2001
Characters: Viktor Krum, Hermione Granger, NPC's
Setting: Bulgaria, Ministry, Portal, Settlement 1
Content: PG
Status: Private : Complete
Viktor looked around the foyer of his family's manor for the last time. He'd released the family elves a week ago, begging them to return to their own realm, to abandon the world of wizards once and for all. Watching them apparate away one by one, sobbing, nearly broke his heart but Viktor knew he was doing the right thing for them, that they deserved that, that these members of his family - the only family he had left - could only be happy in their own realm now. He knew he'd never see them again. He was alone. Everything that held meaning to him, to his family, was now packed in eight trunks stacked to the side of the foyer. His familiar, a black Kneazle named Miko, sat on the topmost trunk, watching him.
A week ago... he'd been called down to the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic and brought into the office of the Minister who waited until the door was shut before opening the Firecall connection to the British Ministry. Certainly, Viktor had noticed the early snow that had surprised him, even in Sophia, where they were used to long winters but he hadn't made the connection between the accidents in the Pacific and the way the skies were darkening more and more. When they told him, truly explained, he had been stunned. Even more than that, he had questioned why he was there. That's when the Minister drew out a parchment and handed it to him. Unrolling it, Viktor was surprised to see Hermione's neat script.
When he finished reading, the Minister gave him the choice that was no choice at all. If he went, his teammates and their families would be given access to the Portal as well. If he did not, they would not. He could bring anything he wanted with him, but the lives of so many others depended upon whether or not he stepped through this Portal into the past. Viktor signed the papers without comment, took the datapad offered, and returned to the manor to do what was necessary now. Without the elves, it had been painful to sort through his parents things but he had done it. Two of the eight trunks were his, the rest were family heirlooms that he hoped he could still pass down to his children, even if those children would never know the world he had been born into.
Miko meowed, drawing Viktor from his revere and he blinked in surprise to see the smallest of the elves, Sasha, standing by the trunks. She wasn't crying but he recognized the look in her big, expressive eyes. He stood there for a long moment, then gave a solemn nod and she flew across the tiles to throw her arms around his leg, thanking him. Viktor didn't know if there would be trouble bringing her but he could not send her away again and, in retrospect, he knew she would not go so he would make them understand that she must come with him. Patting her on the head, Viktor levitated the trunks over to the Floo in the front reception room and opened the international connection. The manor was secure - once he left, no one would find it. He was the last Krum. Miko jumped onto his shoulder while Sasha shrunk the trunks, putting them in a satchel she wore over her shoulder and she was done, Viktor picked her up before stepping through the Floo.
It was eerily quiet at the British Ministry, being late in the evening but there was a wizard there who came to meet him. Viktor waited for the question of the elf but it never came and he was led to the group that was comprised entirely of his team and their families. Looking over them, Viktor silently thanked Hermione for her generosity and kindness. They were told that the passing would be slow given their large size - there were almost a hundred of them total - but that everyone would be accommodated before the night was over. With Sasha on one arm and Miko on his shoulder, Viktor chose to be the last - he didn't trust that they would let the others through if he did not watch them go himself. It was a long night and he was grateful for the coffee brought to him by a kind Ministry witch who played chess with Sasha while they waited.
Finally, the last of the group was through the strange blue water door and then it was his turn. Sasha held his hand tightly and Viktor was assured that Miko would be fine as long as she was in his arms so Viktor picked up the elf again and she held the kneazle. It was the only way he would feel safe, with them in his own grip. The surface of the portal was cool, like a soft breeze that flowed against your cheek and then there was a firm tug like apparation but it was over almost before it began and Viktor stumbled in his first step into the lantern-lit clearing. He barely had a moment to take it in when he found himself wrapping an arm around Hermione Granger's shoulders as she embraced him.
"I was beginning to think you weren't coming. Did you have to wait until the very last, Viktor?" she scolded lightly, drawing back to look up at him.
He chuckled and nodded. "Da, I no vant anyvon left behind. Dank you, Her-my-ne. All des family, dis your kindness dat dey here."
"I'm just glad you accepted, Viktor. For you and for all of them. Oh, you must be exhausted. Let's get you back to the settlement and into your home. You're just down the lane from my place. Is this Sasha? Sasha, you are a very brave elf, to come with Viktor," Hermione replied happily, leading the way to a Muggle automobile.
Once they were all settled, she drove them to the settlement herself, pointing out things in the dark that Viktor couldn't see but he was glad for her chatter. At the settlement itself, he could see more clearly with the path crossings having lanterns as well and he was thinking that he might be able to remember the route when she pulled up in front of a darkened house. She helped him inside and showed him the layout before instructing him to get some rest and send her a message in the morning so she could come by for tea. Viktor stood on the front deck and watched as Hermione drove away, the lights of her auto stopping just a few houses down and then he went inside to find Sasha sleeping on top of the kitchen counter.
"Come, ve rest," he whispered softly, gently lifting the small elf and carrying her into the first bedroom that Hermione had said was the master suite. Setting the still-sleeping elf on one side of the bed, Viktor laid down on the opposite side, his thoughts jumbled and tired from the long, stressful week and the events of the day. He was five million years in the past. It was almost too much to contemplate but for the fact that he was in a strange bed, in a strange house, in the middle of a jungle with an incredibly stubborn elf and his kneazle. Hermione lived a few doors down. His teammates were somewhere in this place with their families. This was his life now. Beside him, Miko curled and the soft purring lulled him, finally, to sleep.
Characters: Viktor Krum, Hermione Granger, NPC's
Setting: Bulgaria, Ministry, Portal, Settlement 1
Content: PG
Status: Private : Complete
Viktor looked around the foyer of his family's manor for the last time. He'd released the family elves a week ago, begging them to return to their own realm, to abandon the world of wizards once and for all. Watching them apparate away one by one, sobbing, nearly broke his heart but Viktor knew he was doing the right thing for them, that they deserved that, that these members of his family - the only family he had left - could only be happy in their own realm now. He knew he'd never see them again. He was alone. Everything that held meaning to him, to his family, was now packed in eight trunks stacked to the side of the foyer. His familiar, a black Kneazle named Miko, sat on the topmost trunk, watching him.
A week ago... he'd been called down to the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic and brought into the office of the Minister who waited until the door was shut before opening the Firecall connection to the British Ministry. Certainly, Viktor had noticed the early snow that had surprised him, even in Sophia, where they were used to long winters but he hadn't made the connection between the accidents in the Pacific and the way the skies were darkening more and more. When they told him, truly explained, he had been stunned. Even more than that, he had questioned why he was there. That's when the Minister drew out a parchment and handed it to him. Unrolling it, Viktor was surprised to see Hermione's neat script.
When he finished reading, the Minister gave him the choice that was no choice at all. If he went, his teammates and their families would be given access to the Portal as well. If he did not, they would not. He could bring anything he wanted with him, but the lives of so many others depended upon whether or not he stepped through this Portal into the past. Viktor signed the papers without comment, took the datapad offered, and returned to the manor to do what was necessary now. Without the elves, it had been painful to sort through his parents things but he had done it. Two of the eight trunks were his, the rest were family heirlooms that he hoped he could still pass down to his children, even if those children would never know the world he had been born into.
Miko meowed, drawing Viktor from his revere and he blinked in surprise to see the smallest of the elves, Sasha, standing by the trunks. She wasn't crying but he recognized the look in her big, expressive eyes. He stood there for a long moment, then gave a solemn nod and she flew across the tiles to throw her arms around his leg, thanking him. Viktor didn't know if there would be trouble bringing her but he could not send her away again and, in retrospect, he knew she would not go so he would make them understand that she must come with him. Patting her on the head, Viktor levitated the trunks over to the Floo in the front reception room and opened the international connection. The manor was secure - once he left, no one would find it. He was the last Krum. Miko jumped onto his shoulder while Sasha shrunk the trunks, putting them in a satchel she wore over her shoulder and she was done, Viktor picked her up before stepping through the Floo.
It was eerily quiet at the British Ministry, being late in the evening but there was a wizard there who came to meet him. Viktor waited for the question of the elf but it never came and he was led to the group that was comprised entirely of his team and their families. Looking over them, Viktor silently thanked Hermione for her generosity and kindness. They were told that the passing would be slow given their large size - there were almost a hundred of them total - but that everyone would be accommodated before the night was over. With Sasha on one arm and Miko on his shoulder, Viktor chose to be the last - he didn't trust that they would let the others through if he did not watch them go himself. It was a long night and he was grateful for the coffee brought to him by a kind Ministry witch who played chess with Sasha while they waited.
Finally, the last of the group was through the strange blue water door and then it was his turn. Sasha held his hand tightly and Viktor was assured that Miko would be fine as long as she was in his arms so Viktor picked up the elf again and she held the kneazle. It was the only way he would feel safe, with them in his own grip. The surface of the portal was cool, like a soft breeze that flowed against your cheek and then there was a firm tug like apparation but it was over almost before it began and Viktor stumbled in his first step into the lantern-lit clearing. He barely had a moment to take it in when he found himself wrapping an arm around Hermione Granger's shoulders as she embraced him.
"I was beginning to think you weren't coming. Did you have to wait until the very last, Viktor?" she scolded lightly, drawing back to look up at him.
He chuckled and nodded. "Da, I no vant anyvon left behind. Dank you, Her-my-ne. All des family, dis your kindness dat dey here."
"I'm just glad you accepted, Viktor. For you and for all of them. Oh, you must be exhausted. Let's get you back to the settlement and into your home. You're just down the lane from my place. Is this Sasha? Sasha, you are a very brave elf, to come with Viktor," Hermione replied happily, leading the way to a Muggle automobile.
Once they were all settled, she drove them to the settlement herself, pointing out things in the dark that Viktor couldn't see but he was glad for her chatter. At the settlement itself, he could see more clearly with the path crossings having lanterns as well and he was thinking that he might be able to remember the route when she pulled up in front of a darkened house. She helped him inside and showed him the layout before instructing him to get some rest and send her a message in the morning so she could come by for tea. Viktor stood on the front deck and watched as Hermione drove away, the lights of her auto stopping just a few houses down and then he went inside to find Sasha sleeping on top of the kitchen counter.
"Come, ve rest," he whispered softly, gently lifting the small elf and carrying her into the first bedroom that Hermione had said was the master suite. Setting the still-sleeping elf on one side of the bed, Viktor laid down on the opposite side, his thoughts jumbled and tired from the long, stressful week and the events of the day. He was five million years in the past. It was almost too much to contemplate but for the fact that he was in a strange bed, in a strange house, in the middle of a jungle with an incredibly stubborn elf and his kneazle. Hermione lived a few doors down. His teammates were somewhere in this place with their families. This was his life now. Beside him, Miko curled and the soft purring lulled him, finally, to sleep.
