66 The Talk

Boys' Hallway, Dec. 3 rd

It had been a tense two weeks for Harry Potter and Viktor Krum. While Calypso had beaten Kira in their next Dark Arts class, it had been a close duel, and Kira had all but demanded a rematch, which Professor Rosier had promptly granted. Kira won the rematch, and Professor Rosier had declined his daughter's demand for yet another duel. Professor Rosier seemed to have had enough and said that they needed to practice against other opponents. Kira took that to mean that Professor Rosier was tired of seeing his daughter beaten, and made sure to remind Calypso of it at every opportunity. Naturally, that put Calypso in an almost perpetual bad mood.

Maybe it was because Calypso was upset, or perhaps it was because he was looking for inconsistencies in her behavior, but Harry had begun to suspect that Calypso was indeed digging for information about him.

He didn't have any real proof, but he started to notice the innocuous questions that she would push him to answer. Seemingly irrelevant things like, "Do you really think our Animagus forms reflect our personality?" would lead to pressing questions about what he thought his form would be. Harry couldn't put his finger on it, but Calypso was acting oddly, and there was only one person he felt he could get an honest answer from.

Knocking on Viktor's door, Harry contemplated whether he wasn't just looking for odd behavior from Calypso and it was really nothing.

After a minute of waiting for Viktor to open the door, Harry wondered if perhaps his friend wasn't out flying on his broom on the Quidditch pitch. Shrugging his shoulders, Harry cast alohomora on Viktor's door and walked inside.

He stopped before fully crossing the threshold into the room.

Viktor was on his bed with Kira laying on top of him, snogging him senseless. Their robes were haphazardly tossed in a corner of the small room, and Kira was wearing only her bra and knickers while Viktor was only in his boxers. Harry couldn't help but watch the two older students moan in each other's mouths for a few moments before they noticed his presence.

"Potter!"

"Get out, Harry!"

Stumbling backwards out of the room, Harry just narrowly dodged a rather nasty green and yellow curse sent from Kira's wand at his head. Without thinking, he sprinted back to his own room and quickly closed the door.

Sitting in a chair, Harry couldn't get the image of a nearly naked Kira out of his mind. Her purple bra and panties left little to the imagination, and Harry couldn't stop the little smile that crossed his face.

He wasn't sure how long he sat in that chair thinking about Kira's purple knickers, but soon enough there was a loud and demanding banging on his door. With a wave of his wand he unlocked the door and an angry Kira and Viktor walked into his room. From the look on their faces, Harry was rather glad that neither had their wands pointed at him.

"What were you doing interrupting us, Potter, you little pervert!" Kira demanded.

"It was an accident, honestly," Harry said quickly. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk to Viktor."

"The door was locked," Viktor said, clearly upset.

"So?" Harry responded. "Your door is always locked. I just thought you were going for a fly, or studying, or–"

"The doorknob was red, Potter," Kira hissed. "I cast the charm myself!"

Confused, Harry just stared at Kira. "Um, what does that have to do with anything?"

Viktor sighed and rubbed his temples. He shot a look to Kira that said 'I told you so,' and took a seat on Harry's bed. "A red door knob means the room is being used...by couples, Harry, and that they are not to be disturbed."

Harry blushed. "I—er—well, I mean, I didn't know. I'm sorry."

There was a very tense moment of silence before Viktor asked, "So what was so important that you needed to talk to me immediately?"

Fighting the blush on his face whenever he looked at Kira, Harry decided the ground was a very safe place to look at. "I- err, well, this will probably sound silly, but, umm, I want to know if you think Calypso might be... spying on me?"

When Viktor didn't immediately respond, Harry looked up and saw the look of deep contemplation on his friend's face. Kira, on the other hand, was smirking at Harry with a look of superiority on her face. "Of course she is. You're just now realizing it?"

"You mean it's true?" Harry gasped, looking to Viktor for confirmation.

"There are rumors," Viktor said, "but no one knows for certain."

"What kind of rumors?" Harry pressed.

"It's just-well, many people suspect that Calypso is only friends with you because she wants to give her father information about your brother. It wouldn't be that surprising. Her father," Viktor scowled, "the entire Rosier family actually, is renowned for their use of the dark arts throughout Europe. Your brother seemingly did the impossible in stopping a killing curse. It would make some sense if they were interested in how that was possible."

"But she's never so much as asked about Nathan," Harry argued, "and no one knows how Nathan survived the killing curse. Besides, I thought most people thought she was training me to be the next dark lord or some rubbish like that."

"A few still believe that," Kira confirmed. "But, I think that Rosier was the one who hit you with the bone-breaking curse last year."

"What!" Harry exclaimed. "But I didn't even meet her until a month after that."

"And what did you do after you were attacked? You were so freaked out that you started learning the dark arts, and then you didn't think twice about befriending someone like Rosier," Kira said seriously. "Had you been thinking rationally, you never would have gone anywhere near Rosier. She clearly attacked you that day to trick you into befriending her. Now, you had better run back to Hogwarts before she realizes that you've finally caught on to her plan. If you don't get away quickly, she might figure out that you know. If she tells her father that you know of her plan, it'll only be a matter of time before professor Rosier sneaks into your room in the middle of the night and –"

"Kira, that's enough," Viktor said sharply, seeing the look of growing horror on his friend's face. "Harry, relax, Kira is messing with you. No one actually thinks Rosier attacked you. This isn't some mystery story on the wireless where some poor sap has his life manipulated by a secret society. If you believe that Calypso, at age twelve, was capable of that ridiculous level of manipulation, you might as well believe in soul bonds, magical cores, or that the American government is trying to blend muggle technology with magic."

Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and sent a hate filled glare at Kira, who simply smirked back at him. Shaking his head at the ridiculousness of Kira's theory, Harry asked, "Do you think she's spying on me, Viktor?"

Viktor shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know Harry. Last year, I did not believe so, but who's to say what her father actually thinks of you."

Harry had no response. He knew Calypso had told her father a bit about him during the summer, and, prior to his improvement in the Dark Arts, Calypso would constantly mention her father's opinion of him, so they obviously talked about him. But did that mean she was spying on him?

"Harry..." Viktor started unsure of what to say.

"Viktor," Kira said, placing a soft kiss behind his ear. "Let's leave Potter to his brooding."

With one last look at Harry, Viktor stood up and walked with Kira to the door. "Good luck, Harry."

"Thanks, I guess," Harry said uncertainly.