Capítulo 133: Fear and Loathing
Durmstrang Oct. 30st
The duel in the marshes was a complete and total secret – for almost an entire day.
While Harry and Calypso had easily explained their injuries as dueling practice for the Tri-Wizard, their opponents, who were found bleeding and stumbling into the hospital wing several hours after curfew, had no excuse. Lady Shluga's screams upon seeing the state of the broken and battered fifth and sixth years had already slipped into the stuff of legend. And, thanks in part to a minor outbreak of dragon lung, several students were present to hear the full report of injuries each of the students had sustained.
While the accounts seemed to vary slightly, a few details were too consistent to be exaggerations. Several students showed nerve damage consistent with the Cruciatus curse, half of them had broken bones or burns, and almost all of them showed signs of blunt force trauma to key areas of the body. All it took was a particularly clever second year that remembered Harry Potter and Calypso Rosier having various injuries that needed to be healed earlier in the day for the rumors to begin.
By noon the next afternoon, Calypso Rosier and Harry Potter were the two most watched, discussed, and feared people at Durmstrang. The sheer damage done to some of the most talented upperclassmen in the school, with no administrative action taken against them, had established a very clear, yet unintentional, message. That Harry Potter and Calypso Rosier were now a power unto themselves at Durmstrang.
"Enter."
Seeing the door open, but no one entered, Romulus casually said, "You're going to be late. The ship is about to dock."
Dropping her disillusionment charm, a tired-looking Calypso said, "I need to know."
Smiling indulgently, Romulus merely raised a curious eyebrow. "Know what, my dear?"
"Was it you?" Calypso asked, her tone dull, almost resigned. "Did you tell them where to find us?"
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," Romulus said, sounding baffled. "I did hear a rather fascinating rumor about you, Mr. Potter, and a few upperclassmen. Igor was especially incensed, but the other professors and I convinced him not to pursue it. What happens off the grounds is hardly the professor's business. Are you talking about that?"
"Just stop it!" Calypso snapped. "Why can't you just give me an honest answer? Before I leave, I want to know. Was it you? Did you tell them where to find us?"
Romulus scoffed. "And why would I set up my own daughter?"
"You know why. You don't trust me anymore." Calypso did her best to appear defiant, but she couldn't stop the hurt that echoed in her voice.
"And why wouldn't I trust you?" Romulus asked, casually. "The daughter I raised, the girl whose every whim and desire I catered to at all times. What could possibly cause me to doubt you? Surely, you would put our family – pathetically small that it is – above everything else."
"The family is dead!" Calypso said heatedly before deflating. "What does it matter what I do anymore? Can't you just let me be happy?"
Romulus eyed his daughter disapprovingly. "I will always work in this family's best interest Calypso, even if you don't always see it."
"But that doesn't necessarily mean you're working in my best interest," Calypso said, openly glaring at the man in front of her. "What more do you want, father? What could you possibly ask of me that I haven't already given you? You won. I gave you all the information about Harry that you wanted at the end of September."
"I was perfectly fine letting you live your life as you saw fit, Calypso." Romulus pointed out. "I gave you all the leeway you wanted this summer, didn't I? I didn't extort that information from you. If I remember correctly, you practically begged me to accept it."
Calypso stared at her father with pure, unfiltered, rage. "Oh, I'll never forget this summer, father. Spending every waking moment by myself. No one to help if a spell I practiced backfired. Access to my Gringotts account closed off. Being forced to beg Draco for the money to pay for Portkeys."
"Self-reliance is a necessary skill–"
"Don't pretend that it was anything other than punishment!" Calypso exclaimed.
"And you should stop pretending that you're some kind of a victim," Romulus countered, his eyes blazing. "You were the one that decided your priorities had changed. Just as you were the one who offered the information on Harry Potter in exchange for a spot in the Durmstrang delegation."
"You're the only person besides Harry, Viktor and myself that knew where we practiced," Calypso stated emphatically. "Did you tell them where they could find us? Was it some kind of sick test to ensure the information I gave you was the truth? Did you do it? I want an answer before I leave."
"I owe you nothing," Romulus said coldly. Seeing the hurt that momentarily flashed across his daughter's face, he turned away to stare out his window. The massive Durmstrang ship dominated the view as it sat on the lake "Besides, why would I need to test you, Calypso? You gave me everything, didn't you? Surely, you wouldn't have left something out, right?"
Calypso's eyes hardened as she turned to walk away. Pausing momentarily, she said, "Remember your promise."
"So many secrets." Romulus shook his head, laughing slightly. "I wonder what your precious half-blood would think about that?"
Not bothering to respond, Calypso left the room as fast as her legs would carry her. As she walked down the main stairway, she idly noticed students of all ages move out of her way, few daring to so much as make eye contact with her. Once upon a time, she would have felt a huge thrill at having so thoroughly proven herself to the students of Durmstrang, but now...
Laughing bitterly to herself, Calypso was truly amazed at how much her life had changed over the past few years. She was done judging herself against the rest of Durmstrang, not even her father's opinion meant that much anymore. As far as she was concerned, there was only one person she felt a need to measure up to and impress. And, as she approached the massive Durmstrang ship, Calypso spotted him casually waiting for her on the gangplank.
"Hey!" Harry said brightly. "For a second there, I thought you weren't going to make it. Karkaroff is almost ready to go."
Smiling brightly at her boyfriend, Calypso did her best to act casually. "And miss seeing your face when I become the Durmstrang champion? Dream on Potter."
Seeing Harry's eyes light up with the fiery competitiveness she'd come to adore, Calypso couldn't help but think that while the price to follow Harry to Hogwarts was steep, it was undoubtedly worth it.
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