Behind Closed Doors.

Summary: The Krums have a family secret… but what does Hermione have to do with it?

Note: Please blame the oh so fabulous Microsoft word, if any corrections are wrong, as he has been my partner in crime, with solving spelling and grammar mistakes; including my own eyes! I apologise in advance if we have missed any or totally gone off the radar. If you would like to help us, and become a pair of binoculars, please feel free to PM me. I promise I don't bite... well he might!

P.S I apologise for the shortness, this is the Prologue. Chapters will be much longer.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Viktor Krum, or any of the familiars within this story who have ties to the Harry Potter world. All rights belong to JK Rowling with any recognisable lovelies, and scenes.

Prologue

IK's Point of View.
The Beginning.

Igor Karkaroff sneered up at the high castle surrounded by greenery and cascaded in sun-rays from the mild September sun in disgust. Why did his school have to be picked? There are hundreds of other magical schools the stupid cup could have picked, and it was just his rotten luck that his domain had to be thrust into the spot light without a darn choice.

The last time he stepped on British soil… he'd rather not think about it. But his arm is a permanent reminder of his past. His school is thriving within the Dark Arts, performing, learning, and embracing all magical academic avenues the way it should be.

Hogwarts, is a baby compared to Durmstrang. Dumbledore coddles his students from the true nature of being a witch or wizard in his opinion. They don't stand a chance against his boys. He'd selected thirty of his best students, all skilled differently in talent, strength and intelligence. He made it clear that no girls would be allowed to attend, which earned him a few nasty looks and some well places hexes, easily deflected, and avoided.

But any way, he wished he was back in his comfort zone, in his on little bubble of power where nothing can touch him and he's practically indestructible. Being back in the United Kingdom makes him feel uncomfortable and edgy. His wand hand had been twitching the moment his ship entered British waters. This is going to be a long and horrid year. He only hoped they'll thwarter the other two school so it'll be worth the trip, returning home triumphant is the only thing keeping him from demanding the ship be returned around. But that can no longer be a plan, as they cross the long green grounds to the stairs of Hogwarts School and Witch Craft of Wizardry. Even the name sounds like a poof to him. Durmstrang has more of an edge… Hogwarts? He sneers again.

Why him? He's got the two words repeating around and around in his head. Hopefully he won't have to bump into any unwelcome visitors.

As they reached the steps, he placed a hand on one of his students shoulders. He felt sorry for the boy and was surprised he'd put his own name down on the list of those wishing to attend. Viktor must know it'll not be an easy year for him, with is unwanted fame in the sporting world?

The students at these two schools will not see him simply as Viktor but as Viktor Krum or Krum the Bulgarian Quidditch seeker. A celebrity walking amongst there unworthy selves.
Viktor's friend and his assistant Enricko held back, a step behind himself.

"Ready?" He asked his student.

"Yes." Was his reply, one thing he liked about the Krum lad is he's a man of few words, but over the years of teaching him, like others before him, he knows that once Viktor lets someone in he's loyal and trust worthy to the bone. Even with his busy schedule he still finds time for those closest to him.

They'd reached the steps of Hogwarts and the silly Beauxbaton girls had already danced their way up the stairs to the grand old doors – the last just disappearing inside. He sneered again, something he'd been doing a lot of lately since discovering his school and been unwillingly picked by that darn cup. His school will put on a better show, than those silly girls in blue dancing, sighing and wandlessly creating birds or fairies or whatever!

His boy's on the other hand have put on a proper show. Decked out in their all black uniform and fur coats - some, black laced boots, resting over the bottom of their trousers, there impressive Durmstrang sticks which was more than just a stick, but that is one secret he's not sharing with you all. Letting go of Viktors shoulder, he marched up the side of his boy's double checking they all looked presentable and ready to put on said show.

All lined up and ready in twos or three, the old caretaker came out with a sneer on his face and said they are ready for them now, he nodded giving his own sneer and went back to the back of the line, between Enricko and Viktor. He'd also noticed the boys' been on edge the closer they'd gotten to Hogwarts and for reasons unbeknown except perhaps the fact he's not going to be treated the same as he does back home, but instead the same as when he's on a broom, or doing Quidditch related things and maybe just preparing himself for the recognition of being on foot, instead of the air. As most people only get the privilege of seeing the young seeker on a broomstick.

"GO!" He barked at them.

They moved at a quick pace marching up the steps and once they reached the doors of the great hall, they had more steep steps to march up until they finally reached the hall. Placing a hand on Viktor's shoulder in indication to wait, whilst the other's put on the show, so the three of them could then make an entrance.

He could hear the whispers of amazements and wows. When the boy's where almost to the top, he pushed Viktor forwards. He watched as Viktor marched straight forwards and didn't bat an eyelid.

As they walked up he's pretty sure he saw Viktor stiffen at some point and some boy say…

"Blimey it's him… its Viktor Krum."

Could this be what his star student was hoping to avoid? Or was there something else?