A Snake in the Gryphon's Den: A Riddle in Gryffindor {Completed}

The Lords of Drumstrang

"That woman.." Igor Karkaroff hissed quietly as they all boarded their galleon. Being the last to set foot against the gangplank, took note of his prized possession. Viktor Krum. The lad was a prince of their fine institute, one of his ace students. The lad seemed to trail behind with his fellows, all laughing and merrymaking. Then again, he too was no different at their age, probably was more rowdy than the rest. Adjusting his fur cape just stood tall and stiff, mind drifting. He had no idea Bellatrix even had a daughter- and even if no formal introductions were made- the familial resemblance was almost identical.

Dark long curly hair, porcelain complexion.. Deranged eyes, that looked so sly it made her look sane and mischievous. But there was something about the girl which was very different. Her aura.. Was much more darker- darker then either Bellatrix' or her husband's. This darkness seemed to rival the Master he used to serve as well.. Which made him all the more fearful. What if this fem was-

"Ah, everything all right Headmaster..?" One of the boy's with Krum interrupted his trail of thought, a certain Poliakoff.

Drawing his brows into a crease between his eyes, frowned and ignored the lad, only to turn to Krum. "I would like a word with you," his tones were heavy and grim. With this notion the other teens left the Seeker with their Headmaster. " You came here for that Beauxbaton girl didn't you." He said with a light suspicious frown. Viktor couldn't lie, and just dropped his gaze in reflex. " I see.." Igor let out a deep sigh. The girl was as much a siren as her mother once was.. Before madness took over. On this note, his fear for his life grew. He had turned in many names to save his own neck.. How much did this girl know..? Would she tell the dark ones about it and send them after him..? Was his life in danger again..? { No, you're over thinking this}, he mentally scowled. It could have been a mere coincidence after all. The girl did transfer from Hogwarts, they wouldn't allow a Death Eater's daughter to study there. With this thought in mind he relaxed, not really realizing that he had spaced out in front of his student. "Shall we?" He issued Krum on board casually.
~*~

" Ah that blondy with the pony tail?"

Viktor paused at the door to their cabin and chuckled. "Again..?" He chuckled as he entered. Thomas was always going on about his newest fancy. " I heard she is part Veela," he continued.

"How would you know..?" Poliakoff quizzed.

"My cousin goes there," Tom laughed, " .. And the Veela girl is in her class!" When his mate chimed in he stood up and grinned impishly, " I see the prince has arrived!" He joked slapping his friend across the shoulders, hooking his arm playfully around his neck. " Looks like you made an impression on the ladies again- you ol'dog!" The lad teased. "Who was she anyway?"

Viktor was confused, and felt quite awkward at his friend's question.

"You know, that curly top poet," Tom teased. "The one who sent you that love letter," he pick pocketed his friend's back patch and ran up to the other guys and began reading it aloud.

" A soft breath on the mid-summer's night breeze..
A small laugh..
And the lost hearts at ease.."

The boys chimed, " OOOO!"

"Tom give me that!!" He tried to take the parchment away laughing.

"Sounds like a keeper," Poliakoff laughed.

"Actually she is a Seeker," Viktor corrected.

The boy's laughed, " That's not what he meant!" a hyper youth yelled.

"Then what did he mean?" Viktor blurted- automatically regretting it as another boy pulled the poem from Tom's hands.

" The night's so long..
I wish it would forever last," the boy mocked in a girlish tone, " My love for you is like the winter, frozen in season's passed. Like the vibrant dawn it shall reflect, upon the snow's luminescent mass,"

The boy's rose in uproar, " WOOOOAAAA, hahaha!!" They teased as their Seeker swiped the paper and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Haha don't be so jealous, I'm sure you will have no problem with any French Flower," An older youth chimed in the back, well dressed and well made. " You saw how those girls were looking at us..?" He mocked in good nature.

" Ah, the party pooper," Tom teased, " always as prim and as proper- ay William?"

"Are you implying something Tom?" The seemingly arrogant lad threw back with a snide grin.

"Oh don't get your tail in a knot Malfoy, Tom's only joking," Zachary, a Hungarian third year spoke up. His brown hair was shoulder length, and layered short at the sides- blue eyes grinning playfully.

William just rolled his eyes arrogantly, " Whatever," he scoffed as he adjusted his collar in front of a mirror, his platinum hued hair was gelled back for a clean look.

"So what's her name?" Poliakoff quizzed kindly.

Viktor chuckled, " I don't know," he laughed lightly, " I never asked."