Harry was having a decent Sunday morning. Sure his name came out of a cup forcing him into a deadly tournament, and all of the school thought he cheated, as such were not hiding their displeasure. Ron was still openly shunning him and Hermione was staying silent to keep the peace. Okay he was having a decent morning as long as he didn't think about anything but the events of the day before.
After the weighing of the wands a week ago Viktor Krum had approached Harry and offered a mock seeker game, having heard about Harry's natural skills. Yesterday is when it took place, they'd spent a few hours and got seven games in before it got too dark to continue. Harry had actually managed to catch the snitch once!
Viktor had told him he was impressed, that with some training Harry would outfly even the best. Harry wasn't sure if he believed him but flying did soothe some of his worries about the first task.
The great hall seemed to fall silent as he entered, which wasn't odd nowadays, but there was a large chunk of people, mostly Slytherins and Hufflepuffs grinning maliciously at him that set him on edge.
"Oh poor precious Potty, so desperate for even a lick of fame." Malfoy snarked, a cruel smirk on his face. "Looking for sympathy by sucking up to the enemy."
Harry cocked his head, confusion evident on his face. "What are you on about Malfoy?"
Malfoy's grin grew impossibly larger at the idea that Harry didn't know yet. "I don't know, why don't you tell me? Looking to transfer schools? Can't live up to the hype?" He dropped a Daily Prophet on the table in front of Harry before sauntering off.
Harry picked it up, unfolding it, only to almost immediately drop it again in horror. The front page covered almost halfway by a blown up picture of himself running up to Viktor in between matches, Harry had an excited spring in his step from his recent victory and Viktor looked him up and down in an assessing way before turning away, broomstick in hand. Harry's mouth was moving from when he had been answering a question Viktor had asked moments before, but he turned away before it could show him responding.
Boy-Who-Lived annoying famous Quidditch star Viktor Krum?!
That's right my dear readers! The Boy-Who-Lived, also known as Harry Potter, was caught by this reporter fanboying and crowding the famous seeker who caught the snitch at the world cup, Viktor Krum!
Harry stops reading and puts in head in his hands with a groan. Of course, this is exactly what he needed. He's pulled out of his self-pity by someone sitting in the seat across from him.
"Vat is vrong?" Viktor's voice is rough, clearly still marred with sleep. Harry wordlessly hands over the Daily Prophet, only looking up as he heard a spell be muttered. He watched as the words on the page shifted until they were symbols he didn't recognize and realized it must've been a translation spell.
Viktor scoffed audibly, throwing the paper down between them with a string of angry Bulgarian. Viktor held up a finger to Harry and turned to where the other Durmstrang students sat, looking at him with confusion, then amusement as they spoke in the throaty language.
One student, Harry recognized him as the one who blew fire when they entered stood up and tossed a folded paper to Viktor, who responded something that was probably a thanks as they all sat back down. Viktor muttered the translation spell again and handed over the new paper.
The were pictures of every moment a snitch was grabbed, including several seconds before each one, and the biggest was the same picture from the prophet.
Bulgarian star seeker Viktor Krum and his unlikely prodigee?
Viktor Krum, who is currently participating in the exchange program with Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament (See pg 5.) Was seen recently playing seeker games against young upstart Harry Potter, who currently holds the youngest seeker to play on a team in a century. Heir Potter is seen matching, avoiding, and performing many stunts and feats that seekers are known for, and even manages to capture the snitch once in the seven played games! It is rare for our Viktor Krum to tolerate fools, has he finally found a worthy apprentice to train? How does this spell out for Viktor Krum's future contracts?
Harry was left gaping at the Bulgarian newspaper, having never experienced being an offhand mention in a paper before. Viktor rested his hand on Harry's shoulder as he stood to leave the breakfast table. "You are very good, you ever vant to train professional, you owl me." Viktor sounded so sure, nodding to himself as if it was a done deal. He grabbed the Prophet and carried it over to the Durmstrang students, Harry smiled as he heard the displeased foreign words as they read the paper.