Chapter 4
Harry was frantic. After the attack at the Quidditch World Cup, he'd been searching top to bottom, every corner, everywhere for his sketchbook. He couldn't find it, he tried asking but he was afraid they'd ask, and he does not even want to answer the question nor does he even want them to know.
He was now in the room that he and Ron share, frantically shoving everything everywhere looking for that sketchbook. damn it! harry then cursed In thought, could he have dropped it during the attack? He was pretty sure he had it after they left the top box.
He always had it in his jacket pocket wherever he went so it must be anywhere, any place that anyone could look. i even put my initials over it, curse this cursed world! Why does things have to be complicated all the time! Tell me faith, why?! Harry then thought.
He felt his chest tighten at the thought of someone exposing him.
The though of people laughing at him for being a baby.
For looking at him and see that disappointed, disgusted look on their faces that he seemed to be most familiar with the past events that had happened. He can't have that now can't he.
"Harry mate" Harry then snapped up, looking over at his friend standing by the door, he had that look on his face that Harry was starting to notice ever since Mr. And Mrs Weasleys talk the other day, so he wasn't fooled by the fake worry his friend wore on. "What!" Harry then snapped, having enough of it all, but he has to keep calm, he has to play along. Until the time is right he can make his move.
"Woah, easy there. Just wondering what got you so worked up. Everyone's worried" yeah right, like hell you guys are, Harry almost scoffed but just nodded while massaging his temples. "I'm fine Ron, just- I lost something and I can't find it. I'll be down there for a moment." Harry then relived sigh, feelings shoulders slumped down as he sees the retreating figure of his friend.
Harry then slumped down by the messy bed, looking over the mess he'd made and sighed.
Tap
Harry then tskd, annoyed by basically everything.
Tap
He then buried his head over the pillow, ignoring the tapping sound.
Tap
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Tap
Harry then groaned, sitting up, messing his hair more. blasted owls Harry then thought before standing up, walking over the window, seeing an eagle perched up, holding what seems to be a letter. He then opened the window, the eagle looking over at Harry as if assessing him. It made him shiver, just by looking at those intelligent eyes must mean this means business or of the sort.
Finally the eagle then held over the letter that was tied by its feat. Harry then untied the letter, checking the front that was written in an elegant cursive Handwriting To My dear friend, Harry Potter, Harry, clearly confused then turned the letter to it's back seeing a crest, wax crest that seems to be what pureblood family always put when exchanging letters.
What troubled Harry was that, the crest had a might eagle perched up on a branch, all in red with the letter K in the middle.
K? Harry then asked mentally before the put cried out for his attention. Harry, now looked up, the eagle was once again looking over at him expectantly, Harry just noticed what the eagle ment then rushed over to his trunk, pries it open and grabbed a dead mice he usually give to Hedwig.
He then gave it to the eagle who cried to what seem to Harry a thankyou or something before the eagle flew out and perched over the tree, guess it wants me to reply. He then looked over at the letter in hand before heading over to the desk, parchment everywhere, he then cleared them out and opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
I just want to make sure if you are alright, after the attack at the World cup, I had gotten worried of your safety. Especially knowing it was Death eaters that attacked. I tended to find you, but my coach ushered us out, even if I wanted to, I could not, there were crossfire's spells everywhere, especially the killing curse being shot at muggles every so often. But knowing that you were alright made me feel relieved, I had asked my father who is a friend of the Minister here in Bulgaria if you were cought or any way hurt during the attack, since the Bulgarian Minister was pretty irrated with yours, the sub of my team were cought, there were Atleast two who had died that awful night and 5 injured.
For now though, the Minister plans on cutting all ties with the British Ministry if they don't take action and avenge those who were caught, aside from magicals, there were plenty of muggles as well, I had heated they obliviated them right after. Anyway, I do hope you are okay my friend, I apologize again for now seeking you out throughout the mess.
I would love it if you would send a letter back, my eagle Viella will be waiting. And I do would appreciate it if you could feed her, she must be exhausted with all that flying.
With love
Viktor.
Harry then smiled, knowing that someone was worried for his well-being made him feel gooey inside. Sure the Weasleys do care but in exchange for something he was not even aware of in the beginning, if they would have just asked that they were in need of money, he would've given them without second thought, but by stealing and lying to him crossed the line.
Trusting people will be a lot harder now but Harry's certain that Viktor won't lie to him nor betray him. Speaking of Viktor, he might know where his Diary is no? Better to ask them, I reckon it is better keeping my correspondence with Viktor a secret, something that I can hold on to without anyone knowing, something I can keep without sharing, maybe Viktor would also like that since they had a fare share of unpleasant experience with paparazzi and stalkers, not to mention the cursed letters.
Harry then composed a reply to Viktor, taking a minute to gather what he should and should not say yet, wouldn't want to scare him just yet.
Dear Viktor.
I am glad that you are well, it has been hectic since that attack, I got separated with the group, hence me having a concussion with all the pushing. Aurors found me AND accused me of being a death eater and summoning the dark mark, me?! Scandalous! But Mr.Weasley intervened just in time, informing them what happened. Turns out, Winky, Mr.Crouchs house-elf had te wand that had been used.
They did not even apologize for that stupid (don't mind my language) accusation. But anyway, please accept my condolences for those who had gotten in the middle of the attack, they did not deserve those, going on a trip to Britain and dying was not what they expected, I do hope they're family is doing fine. But I do feel like there's a portion of it my fault. Why you might ask? Because everywhere I go, there's always trouble coming. No doubt it'd be one of those, if maybe I weren't there, people would have lived and got to see their loved once.
I am glad that you are alright, in honestly I did try to find you but I as well got stuck with the crowd as I have mentioned. Your minister deserve every right to be mad at ours, between you and me though, the Ministry in Britain had been corrupt ever since fudge took the position, or maybe before then, I am unsure but Fudge is an easily bribed man, he will do it all for money and if it benefitted him, coward.
Are eagles alright to eat dead mice? Because I fed it with what I usually feed Hedwig (my owl), your eagle is a beauty to behold though, Veilla, I'll make sure to take care of her, I'll send Hedwig over so that Veilla may rest for asking as she needs Viktor. Is that mad that I miss you already? But either way, I do miss you. Keep safe alright?
With love
Harry
Satisfied, Harry then called Hedwig over who was now with Veilla, sun bathing by the tree. He then tied the letter to Hedwig and petted her gently by the head, a nip by the hand affectionately in return. "Hey girl, mind giving this to Viktor? It might take a while so please, do not over exhaust yourself?" Hedwig then hooted before flying off.
TO BE CONTINUED