The War of the Unwilling Hearts (Harry Potter fanfic [Viktor Krum])

Strictly Hurting

*Viktor's POV*

Milena had awoken early the morning after the deatheaters came with new weights around her waist. It seemed that every footstep was placed more carefully; every word was pondered a little bit longer before she decided to speak it. My Milena had changed. She seemed older, established.

I'd taken care of the kids while she went to the bank to withdraw all of her parents' moneys including a fair bit she had been saving. Milena even packed cautiously. Almost as if any item might turn into something dangerous and try to kill us all. 

She napped reluctantly while I watched the kids during the day so that she would have the strength to leave while it was still dark the next morning.

"I'll miss you." She had said solemnly while she stacked charmed trunks by the fireplace. Milena never cried but she hadn't been able to stop the tears. I tried to hold her and soothe her but she wasn't contented. I knew she wouldn't be but I had to try. Her grandmother and friends had sent letters back just before she left, telling her that Voldemort hadn't reached the United States. She promised to make her stop in Spain short and proceed carefully to her grandparents' house.

"V-viktor, be careful." Milena kissed me good-bye and with a shaky hand traced the outline of my lips. She had taken the little ones to her father's house one by one and come back for the trunks. "I'm sad that I don't know when I'll see you again."

"Soon." I promised her.

"No. Make sure your family is safe first." She sighed. "I don't know how I could cope if you and your family got hurt. We're all in danger now."

My Love was tired and her face showed it. Even though she wouldn't admit it, she hadn't eaten in the two days since the deatheaters. Her eyes were dark and her skin was perpetually cold but the scariest part was the shaking. Shaking like she couldn't trust her own body work correctly. The way she touched me made me long for her healing. Milena traced the outlines of my face when ever she could like she was trying to commit them to memory; like she would never get the chance to do it again. She had been very quiet, willing me to talk to her while she sat listening with her eyes closed. She told me a new story every night and I made her promise she would tell them again when we saw each other next.

That day Milena had said everything except for good-bye. I don't think she was capable of it. It would have hurt too much for the both of us.

*Milena's POV*

I put the kids to bed and climbed to the top of Pare's astronomy tower where I curled up in a blanket on the stone floor and stared up at the stars, wondering if they held any answers for me. They didn't, I knew, but when I couldn't find solace anywhere else the cosmos seemed a far enough place to look.

"It's not fair." I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

I cried myself to sleep on the astronomy tower, wondering if I could dream vividly enough that Orion would use his belt to tie me up and lift me up there into the stars. And if I could do that maybe I could dream well enough for Amy, Toby, Rory and I and bring Mom and Sebastian back.

I reminded myself of how ridiculous that actually was and fell asleep with tears matting my hair to my face.

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Thank you everyone who reads this story. It really means so much to me.

I know this is short - trust me I am not illusioned - but I thought to make it a bit more insightful. I also will be adding more Viktor perspectives because I think the situation is right.

I hope you enjoy this brief update.

Love,

Shan