Stolen

Chapter 8: Durmstrang's Tower

– y/n's POV –

"Sneaking out late with my girlfriend?" Viktor scoffed as we entered the common room. He was sitting on a couch, his arms crossed.

"Viktor, it's–"

"I don't even want to talk to you," he cut me off bitterly, standing up to confront us.

"And you don't have the right to talk to me like that," my brow furrowed and voice heightened. Viktor seemed dazed but it was something that needed to happen for a long time, though I hoped it wouldn't be tonight. "Did you ever care, for once, to take me seriously?"

"Okay, I'm out of this. You two figure it out" Edmund left the common room and entered the dorm.

"Did you ever care, for once, to just listen to me?" I contended.

"Now, you're trying to guilt-trip me," Viktor scoffed in disbelief.

"You've always been so full of yourself, you've always been the right one, and here I am, the bad one again." I continued. "It's not that I don't understand that you are busy, and that everyone needs you but..." I sighed, "you were never there for me when I needed you."

"...And Edmund has been?" his voice lowered.

"He's a great friend, but nothing more than that." at my words, Viktor looked away and sighed, resting his eyes.

"Viktor," I stepped closer to him. "I really like you."

"I really like you, too," said Viktor. 

I stared into his eyes... They were sad. "But you make it extremely difficult for me to love you," my frail voice spoke.

"Good night," I kissed him on his cheek and went to my dorm.

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The next evening, I was waiting for Karkaroff to come out of his office.

"Are you sure about this?" asked Edmund.

"I'd be lying if I say I'm not scared. I mean what if the person whom I respected and followed like an actual daughter turns out to be hiding something from me? What if he has known the truth from the very beginning?" I sighed. "But that's also why I need to know."

Then Karkaroff come out of his office.

"Hey, dad!" I stopped him, smiling innocently. "I left my homework in your chamber."

"Since when do you do your homework in my chamber?" asked Karkaroff.

"I always do my homework in your chamber," I laughed.

"Use the library next time, I might throw your stuff away by mistake." He patted my head. His eyes were smiling at me.

...Please, don't let me find anything.

"Okay," I forced a bright smile again. Looking at him walk away, I hesitated.

"Y/N?" Edmund called my name, and we entered his office.

Searching through his desk, I tried to find the key Mcleech gave to Karkaroff last night. When we opened his drawer, we did find keys. The problem was that there were way too many.

"What does he need all these keys for? How do we know which one is the right one?" Edmund worried, constantly checking the door to see if Karkaroff was coming back.

I rummaged through the mountain of keys.

"By the way, who would choose a key over a spell to hide some–" then it suddenly felt as though electricity spread over my arm when my fingers touched something. "Wait..."