Author’s Note: This story is another outtake from “Moody Slavic Man”, again
from Ivan’s point of view. This scene
goes with the end of MSM Chapter 9.
Viktor Krum and his world belong to J.K.
Rowling. Edina and the Pashnik family belong to me, but they are
very happy to share Viktor’s world.
Thank you to Zsenya and B Bennett for betareading.
From the Stands
By Elanor Gamgee
“…and then the
pixies flew off with his broomstick!” finished Mrs. Krum, laughing.
“Which one was that, do you remember, Nikolas?”
“The Lada,” said Mr.
Krum. “His first one,” he added, to Ivan and Edina, who were still giggling at the
“He actually tried to
argue with them?” asked Ivan, once he could breathe again.
Mrs. Krum smiled.
“Maybe he thought the pixies would grow bored. He can be very stubborn
when he wants something.”
“I have noticed,” said
Ivan, shooting a significant look at Edina. She raised her eyebrows
and smiled back. Ivan shook his head, still amused by the image of an
eight-year-old Viktor stubbornly facing down a nest of pixies.
“I didn’t know there
were pixies in Bulgaria,” said Edina pensively. “I thought that
they all lived in Cornwall.”
Mr. Krum nodded.
“That is true, yes,” he said, “but there are pockets of them in the cities
now. It was fashionable several years ago to keep pixies, but when they
became…too much to handle, people let them go. Now they run wild.
Very difficult for the Ministry to contain them, I can tell you.”
Ivan stifled another laugh.
Somehow he just couldn’t imagine pixies causing that much trouble.
He turned back toward
the maze below, checking to see if anything had changed since the last time he
had looked. “Nothing but lights,” he reported. “I still can’t see
Edina and the Krums looked toward the
maze as well. Mrs. Krum frowned. “It is sad that we cannot see what
is happening,” she said. “I would like to see how Viktor is doing.”
Ivan would have liked
that too. But it wasn’t so bad, sitting in the stands with Edina and Viktor’s parents. He
was hearing lots of great stories about Viktor’s childhood, things that Viktor
never would have told him himself. Probably with good reason, he
admitted to himself with an inward grin. That pixie story alone would
give him material to work with for the next week.
“That light in the
middle seems to be moving higher,” said Edina, pointing. “Do you think
one of them is using a Levitation spell?”
Ivan strained to see,
but he still couldn’t make anything out. He shrugged.
Mr. Krum leaned forward
to address Ivan and Edina across his wife. “After
the task tonight, we are planning to take Viktor to Hogsmeade to
celebrate. Would you like to come?”
Ivan grinned. “Of
course!” he said. “We will have to ask Professor Karkaroff…but I am
certain he will say yes, especially after Viktor wins.”
Mr. Krum smiled, and
started to reply, when a high-pitched scream from the maze interrupted him.
Ivan turned back toward the maze, startled. The lights in the maze all
seemed to flicker for a moment, then a shower of red sparks went up at one
end. All around them, people began talking loudly, some even standing up
on their seats to see what was happening.
“It must be Fleur
Delacour,” Ivan muttered to Edina. “Didn’t I tell you she
would be the first one out?”
Indeed, Hagrid came
around one corner of the hedges a few minutes later, carrying a limp blonde
form, with Professor Flitwick at his heels. Madame Maxime detached
herself from the judges and hurried over to them. The crowd hushed as Hagrid
placed Fleur gently on the ground and Professor Flitwick pointed his wand at
her chest. Fleur stirred slightly and sat up. A sigh of relief rippled
through the crowd.
Fleur walked over to a
bench and sat down, accompanied by a blonde woman who must have been her
mother. The crowd immediately went back to talking and laughing, now that
the moment of tension had passed.
“One down, two to go,”
said Ivan cheerfully. Edina elbowed him in mock reproach.
Mrs. Krum was leaning
forward in her seat now. “This is worse than watching him play
Quidditch,” she said. “At least then I can see what is happening to him,
even if it is bad.”
“Anna,” said Mr. Krum,
sounding exasperated. “He will be fine. She worries,” he said to
Ivan and Edina. “You should have seen her at the World
Ivan grinned. He
could only imagine how she had acted then, when Viktor had taken a Bludger to
the nose, and then dived for the Snitch almost immediately afterwards.
Ivan glanced at Edina. He wondered if the two of
them would be like this, years down the line, bickering in fun and carrying
on. Edina seemed to feel his eyes on her, and turned to look at
him, her face slightly pink. She reached over and squeezed his hand, and
Ivan wondered if she had guessed what he was thinking. He hoped so.
Mrs. Krum, in the
meantime, was bristling slightly. “He is not as careful as he should be,”
she said. “When he wants something, he does not care if he gets hurt.”
“Certainly!” boomed Mr.
Krum. “That is how he has gotten so far!”
Mrs. Krum looked dubious
at this, but didn’t answer. Ivan looked at Viktor’s parents, and thought
how lucky Viktor was. He tried to remember when he had ever seen his own
parents so affectionate, and failed. And the way Viktor’s father had spoken
about him…he was so obviously proud of his son’s accomplishments. Ivan
couldn’t remember ever hearing that note of pride in his own father’s voice,
not even when Ivan had been selected as one of the Durmstrang finalists for the
But no, he decided, he
wouldn’t feel sorry for himself. He had Ilana, and she was more than
enough family for anyone, he thought with a grin. And maybe…he glanced
over at Edina again. Maybe…soon she would be part of his family
A series of horrified
yells ripped through the night. They were coming from the maze. A
hush fell over the crowd as everyone stared toward the thick hedges
below. The sound seemed to magnify and echo through the stands, and Ivan
could see several teachers running along the sides of the hedges.
Just as suddenly as it
had started, the yelling stopped. Ivan looked uncertainly around.
Mrs. Krum was twisting her hands in her lap.
“That didn’t sound like
Viktor,” he said to her, trying to ease her fear. “Believe me, I have
heard him yell at me many times.”
Mrs. Krum gave him a
distracted smile, but she looked as if she appreciated his humor about as much
as her son usually did.
Red sparks went up in
the middle of the maze on the far side. “Two down,” Ivan said to
himself. “Who is it now?”
A few minutes later,
Hagrid emerged from the maze, and the red robes of the figure he was carrying
left no doubt as to its identity. Mr. and Mrs. Krum bolted from their
seats as the nurse bent over Viktor’s still form on the ground.
Ivan stared at the scene
in shock. Viktor had given up? It didn’t seem possible.
A worried sound from Edina jolted him back to his
senses. “Should we go down there?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said, grabbing
her hand. They hurried down the steps, following Viktor’s parents.
“Where do you think
you’re going?” As if out of nowhere, Professor Snape was standing in front of
them, blocking their way. He wasn’t looking at them, however; his eyes
were traveling over the stands, as if he was looking for someone else.
Ivan took a step
backwards. “Viktor’s been hurt...” he began.
Snape’s eyes snapped to
Ivan’s face as he trailed off. He sneered slightly. “I am sure
Madam Pomfrey has the matter under control. Now, where is Professor
Karkaroff?” He rubbed his right hand up and down the inside of his left
arm absently as he spoke.
Ivan hadn’t been
expecting that question. “Er…I don’t know,” he said, looking
around. He realized that he hadn’t seen Professor Karkaroff since the
feast. That was odd.
Snape eyed him
beadily. “I see,” he said. “Now, I suggest you return to your
seats, Ms. Eline, Mr…Pashnik.” Ivan wasn’t sure if he imagined Snape’s
pause before his last name or not.
A moment later, Snape
had placed his hands on their shoulders, firmly turning them around. They
had no choice but to go back and sit down, especially since Snape seemed
determined to follow them.
They went back to their
bench, and Snape sat down on the outside, as if to block their exit. Edina gave Ivan a bewildered look, but
he was just as confused as she was.
Ivan turned his
attention back to Viktor, who was still lying on the ground far below.
His parents and the nurse were bent over him.
“I think he’s talking,”
said Edina suddenly. “He is conscious.”
A moment later, they saw
him sit up. Ivan breathed a sigh of relief and clapped. “Of course
he is,” he replied, his mood suddenly lighter. “He’s Viktor Krum!”
But as Viktor’s parents
led him over to a bench, Ivan could see that Viktor was not steady on his
feet. He looked more carefully. Viktor was walking as if he was in
some kind of trance. “What’s wrong with him?” he said.
Edina shook her head mutely.
Ivan looked over at Snape, but the professor was no longer paying attention to
them. He was looking over the stands again. What is he doing
here anyway? thought Ivan. Snape seemed to be counting something off on his
fingers as he looked around intently.
“…nine, ten, eleven, and
Krum is twelve,” Ivan heard him mutter. “And no sign of Karkaroff…”
Snape was keeping watch
on the Durmstrang students, Ivan realized. He glanced quickly around the
stands. Poliakoff was three rows behind them, sitting with Riasonovski
and Baryluk. The rest of the students were clustered around Dorek Landau
further up. Landau, as always, seemed to be right in the thick of things,
laughing along with Victoria Pronina at something. Whatever it was, Ivan
was glad he couldn’t hear it.
“Where is the
Headmaster?” said Edina, her voice tight with worry. “He should be here!”
Ivan looked back to
where Viktor was sitting. He hadn’t moved. He was staring straight
ahead. Why didn’t anyone seem to notice that something was wrong with
“What happened to him in
that maze?” said Ivan, and only when Snape threw him a look did Ivan realize he
had said it out loud.
Karkaroff taught you all well enough to deal with anything in there,” said
Snape, and Ivan was surprised to hear the bitterness in the man’s
voice. “I’m sure you would have found it easy, Mr.
Pashnik.” Ivan definitely wasn’t imagining the way Snape spat out his
last name this time, as if it was a dirty word.
He stared at Snape for a
moment, trying to understand, and so was watching when Snape suddenly clutched
his left arm as if he had been burned.
…as if he had been
A low cry escaped
Snape’s lips, and Ivan’s eyes widened as he watched. Ivan remembered his
father, at the dinner table that night three years ago, and suddenly clutching
his arm in the same way Snape was doing now. He had a clear image of his
father, sitting in that big armchair by the
fire, going on about how Ivan needed to prepare for his future, cradling his
left arm in his right as he spoke.
So that was it
then. Snape was…like his father. One of them. Ivan’s stomach
lurched. They were everywhere, even at Hogwarts. He wondered if
Dumbledore knew. He wondered if he should tell someone. But who
would believe him? He was a Durmstrang, after all. And a Pashnik,
Snape looked up and saw
Ivan staring at him. He narrowed his eyes and quickly put his hand
down. “Is there a problem?” he said coldly.
respond. Snape stared at him for a moment, as if daring him to
speak. Then his eyes flicked past Ivan, to Edina, and Ivan’s stomach
constricted. Edina didn’t know about his father. She knew that they
didn’t get along, but she didn’t know why. He knew it was silly, or at
least hoped it was, but he was afraid of what she would think of him if she
“No, sir,” said Ivan
finally. Snape’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. Bastard,
“Ivan,” said Edina in a
low voice, “I’m worried. He hasn’t moved at all.”
Ivan looked back toward
Viktor, feeling guilty for being distracted by his own worries. Edina was
right; Viktor was still sitting in the same position, looking like he was in
shock. His parents sat a few feet away, their heads bent together,
throwing worried looks over at him from time to time.
Ivan shook his head,
feeling helpless. He couldn’t make sense of things at all.
Something had happened in that maze that was bad enough to make Viktor give up,
and then put him into this state. What was it?
It could have been him,
Ivan realized. He himself could have been the one in the maze. Or,
he thought, his blood going cold, it could have been Edina.
He looked over at her, feeling
a rush of gratitude that she was sitting beside him instead of fighting
monsters in that maze, or worse, staring into space like Viktor was at the
But everyone had known
it would be Viktor anyway. It was always Viktor; that was just how it
was. There had been no sobbing or disappointed sighs from the Durmstrang
students when Viktor Krum’s name had come out of the Goblet of Fire. It
had practically been a foregone conclusion.
There was a sudden flash
of light, and two dark shapes appeared at the entrance to the maze. The
crowd immediately erupted into shouts and screams, and people began standing up
and craning their necks to see. Snape leapt to his feet, muttering under
his breath, and practically ran down the steps.
Ivan clutched Edina’s
hand and stood up. “Come on,” he said. “Now we can go.”
They pushed their way
down the stairs, but others seemed to have the same idea. Screams rang
out. “Dead! He’s dead! Cedric Diggory!”
Ivan stopped and looked
at Edina. Her eyes were round with fear. “What is happening?” she
Ivan shook his
head. “Viktor,” was all he could say. Edina nodded. They
pushed their way through the crowd, but it seemed to grow more difficult every
second, as more and more people left the stands. Ivan was no longer even
sure he was heading in the right direction. He couldn’t see Viktor over
the crowd, and the confusion and babble around him was overwhelming.
“Ivan!” Edina shrieked
as her hand was torn from his, and the crowd surged between them.
shouted. “Edina!” But it was no use. He couldn’t hear her, or
see her, and everything was confusion.