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Two Steps From Hell	By : ThePhantomPixie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Viktor Views: 9419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter®™. All Characters and Locations belong to J.K. Rowling. All original character are products of the author, as is the premise and plot. I make no money from this

Chapter List
- 1-Freedom Fighters
- 2-Prelude to a Nightmare
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Disclaimer

I do not own Harry Potter®™. All Characters and Locations belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., Bloomsbury, and Scholastic respectively. All original character are products of the author, as is the premise and plot. Copyright infringement is not intended and I make no money from posting this story.

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It felt like they had been running forever, never sleeping. The nights and days melded together in one large race against time when a deadline had not been set. The fall of The Dark Lord was close but never close enough to step back an evaluate what was happening. When the world was cowering behind their cushions and begging for their lives to be spared they had been sleeping rough wherever their feet and wands took them; praying that their luck had not finally ran out. Tonight was no exception. They felt easier running in the dark, where the lack of sunlight would shield them from the horrors that followed, tracking them. Waiting for the tiniest of mistakes to be made so that they could be captured. And eliminated. Had this not all stemmed from a night discussing their next move, the young Miss Granger would not be so paranoid. But when Ronald had said he had been hearing voices in the woods at night Hermione took the executive decision that they wouldn’t sleep. They would run until their bodies sagged with exhaustion and their feet bled if that was what it took. She would have no more chances if they failed now.

“Come on Ron!” She hissed, looking back to find her comrade stumbling in the undergrowth. Muttering about some stupid roots which kept tripping him up. This made her stop sharply, the boys giving her a worried, perplexed look.

“Hermione?” Harry whispered, looking back at her and catching the look of utmost fear on her face. One that he had not seen in a long time. He watched as her hand flew to her chest and she took a deep breath. ”They found us.” She said tearfully, not even finishing her breath before screams of spells were being thrown at the trio and she fell to the ground with a thud. The concerned shouts of her friends falling on deaf ears as they too, dropped to the ground. With that, the forest of Dean fell silent.

Almost 2000 Miles Away …

“Mama, I do not understand vhy I must take old … trinkets from home. I vill still come back vhen season is over”

“Do not speak back, potomstvo. I do not vant you to go, but if you must then I insist you vait until all things from old room transported.”

“I have not looked at some of these in very long time, Mama.” He said, absently picking his way through the antique cherry wood box that held all of the things he felt needed kept safe at one time or another. But like a pensieve, when he put something in the memory of its meaning faded.

“Vell, it is perhaps time to visit past. See vhat you vant to throw away.” His mother clucked, putting her hand into the box and bringing out different pieces of jewellery. “…Funny …” She muttered, singling out a particularly heavy stone pendant. The colour of the stone dark, almost like a bloodstone. “I never seen this one before …” However it was snatched from her hand almost immediately. A strangled gasp coming from her son. “Ne!” he cried, fishing out his wand from the holster on his leg and giving his mother a pained expression before Disaparating with a loud Crack!.

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2 years previously

“Are you sure?”

“Da mila moya” The foreign words never failed in sending shivers down her spine, it was amazing how such a simple thing turned the normally bookish girl into a quivering mess. The effects of her year using a time turner had meant that she was registered as 16 at the time of the Yule Ball; a lucky thing as, after breaking down in front of everyone in the Entrance Hall she had been escorted onto the Durmstrang ship. It was an outstanding piece of magic, supporting no less than 500 students underwater at all time, and with enough security to ward off Dementors, Grindylows … even the giant squid kept its distance. But the students had to only speak the password -In Bulgarian of course – and entrance would be granted. Magic would never fail to astound her. “I vant you to never be upset Mila. Vhen sad, I vill know and come make you feel happy again.”

“But Viktor it looks so … expensive.”

“Is old family gift. Was Prababi … Great-Grandmothers. Vish you to have it”

“Thank you Viktor.” The misting of her eyes obviously visible to the foreign visitor, as his hand reached up to cup her face and gently stroke her cheek with his thumb.

“vie ste mnogo tsenno za men … You are … special to me.” He rumbled, the deep baritone of his voice making her melt once more with his endearing words. Although she could not for the life of her make out what he had truly said. “Vhen sad, vhen scared … I vill see.” He continued, pulling from underneath his thick robes, a clear opalesque pendant. ”Vill turn red vhen in danger.” He said finally, tucking it back underneath his clothing and reaching for the pendant which he placed gently around her neck. Her soft, creamy neck … Her breathing faltered and her eyes drifted shut as he brushed along her collarbone. A soft growl forming in his throat made her gasp softly. “Vill vear, da?”

“Da, Viktor. I promise I will always wear it.”

“Then I am happy.” He said gently, contented in seeing something so special to him around her neck. He had been watching her from the moment he arrived at the Wizarding School. She had not followed him when he trained, she did not send him fan mail and arrange to deliver it ‘personally’, nor did she feel the need to stare at him for all hours of the day. It had been himself in fact who had initiated their relationship. He had found her hidden away in the back of the library while he was looking for somewhere to hide from his followers. He had asked her in a somewhat strained voice if she knew a good place to hide and she had told him that the stacks behind her were almost unknown. That there wouldn’t be a soul who walked past her. And true to her word when his hoard turned the corner and queried his whereabouts she had lied. She had told them she hadn’t seen him, and they had no reason to doubt her. After all who would ignore Viktor Krum!

Their night did not stay innocent. He had lain with her in his room. Protecting her from the upset her classmates had caused, from the questions and the unforgiving stares. It had been the first night of many where he had found solace in her sleeping form.

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