Yet Another Viktor Krum FanFiction

Chapter IV

Asen couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as they passed by the heavily guarded tents. He knew that security was tight for events like these, but the number of Aurors stationed at each tent was alarming. It was a stark reminder of the dangerous world they lived in and the constant threat of attacks.

Once they arrived at their tent, Asen and Damien began to set up a temporary Galdr ward, while Amelia started casting the silencing charm. The three siblings worked seamlessly together, each contributing their own expertise to the task.

Once they finished setting up their protective measures, Asen let out a sigh of relief. "I feel much better now that we have some extra security," he said, scanning the surroundings of the tent.

Damien nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's always better to be safe than sorry. I mean, we wouldn't want any unwelcome visitors crashing our little party. The last thing we need is a surprise visit from a bunch of rogue garden gnomes!"

Amelia chuckled at Damien's side joke and chimed in, "And it's not just us, I noticed that every private tent has heavy protection."

Asen nodded, "It's the Quidditch World Cup after all, there will be people from all over the world here. Security must be a top priority."

Asen looked over at Amelia, who seemed to be taking everything in stride. He envied her carefree attitude and wished he could be more like her. But he couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility on his shoulders as the eldest sibling and a Hitwizard.

He took a deep breath and reminded himself that he was here to enjoy the Quidditch finals and celebrate Amelia's birthday. He forced a smile and turned to his siblings, "Alright, we're all set."

Asen heard a small commotion outside and peeked from the flap of their tent. He saw the familiar girl that bumped into her sister earlier accompanied by two others. The Aurors in charge of guarding their tent were preventing them from getting in.

"Aurthur, we are on strict orders not to let anyone enter the Hedström Tent, I'm sorry," one of the Aurors said apologetically.

Asen noticed the red-haired man they referred to as Aurthur. He seemed amicable and kind, but there was a wariness in his eyes that caught Asen's attention. Despite this, Asen couldn't help but appreciate the man's demeanor, which was warm and inviting. He could sense that the man was a good person, someone he could trust.

"It's alright," Asen intervened, pacifying the small tension and gesturing for the guests to come in. "I believe you have met my sister earlier," he said, looking at the brunette witch.

Hermione stared at the eldest Hedström, feeling a bit intimidated by his commanding presence. "Yes, Mr. Hedström, our merch bags got switched earlier..." she said sheepishly.

Hermione couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated as she met Asen Hedström. He was tall and imposing, with piercing dark eyes that seemed to look right through her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about him that made her uneasy. Despite her initial apprehension, Hermione was determined to be polite and respectful, knowing that they were guests in his tent. She straightened her back and held her head high, trying to exude confidence as they approached the eldest Hedström.

The red-haired man introduced himself to Asen before entering the tent, "The name's Arthur Weasley, pleasure to meet you." He gestured towards his daughter and their friend, "This is Ginny, my youngest, and a friend of the family, Hermione Granger."