Title: The Wand, the Sickle and the Hammer
Author: Communist Krum
Translator: Trinitylsw
Rating: M
Category and Warnings: AU, Future!Fic, OOC, Disturbing Imagery
Haiku!Disclaimer: JK's characters/ I don't get a Knut from it/ Only for the thrill
Feedback: My writer begs for it. Literally. It's actually sort of scary… So, give her some, 'kay?
Translator Notes: To all parents here, or people who have toddlers at home, my sincerest apologies. I can't write baby-talk to save my life. Also, though I don't have evidence from the book (cannot find an English copy of GoF at home), it seems that Viktor's accent usually sounds a lot like a German accent. And, seeing as he's Bulgarian, I thought it sounded weird, so I gave him something closer to a Russian accent, which, for my point of view as a student in Russian, is easier to write and makes more sense.
Chapter 2: You 'wakey! Welcome to the WorldWhen he finally came out of the bathroom, clean and dressed, two men were waiting in the bedroom. He would finally get his answers! Two known and friendly faces! He exclaimed,
-Viktor! Draco!
His two brothers in arms exuded an air of importance; maybe they were, after all, heroes? Maybe they had defeated Voldemort? Their coats, covered in medals, seemed to point towards that idea… But why had they put on disguises to come and see him? They might have been important people, but that was no reason to show off… Yet, one of the men was Malfoy… Who was currently flashing him of his most brilliant sarcastic smiles.
-We almost had to wait… The nap was relaxing, I hope?
At least, Draco had not changed: Seamus didn't even have to wait for a full minute for his first quip…
-Thanks Draco, glad to know how delighted you are to see me…
A brief moment of seilence followed Seamus' answer, then the two fell in each other's arms. It would have once been impossible for the Irishman to call Malfoy his "friend", but the trials they had gone through during the war had forged a bond of understanding between them. Another voice, deeper, hoarser than that of the aristocrat, cut in their reunion:
- I also glad to see you again, Seamus…
Seamus turn around to give his favourite Bulgarian a warm hug. As the room was slowly resuming its pitching motion, Seamus decided he had better sit down before resuming the conversation. Having done so, he looked his two accomplices in the eye and calmly said,
- Now, you're going to explain what this circus is all about…
Draco and Viktor looked at each other. The blong broke the ice,
-It is a very long story, we'd be more confortable at home…
Only then did the horde of Healers come in, and made sure he was in perfect working condition before granting him permission to leave. A little rest, and he'd be just fine, they said. Well… if they say so. The atmosphere was strangely tense, everybody looked on his two friends with a mixture of fear and worship… And the ever-present calls of "Comrade" were starting to give him a headache. There was a glint in Draco and Viktor's eyes that told him to wait before he started asking questions. While heading down to the main entrance, Seamus made the observation that his decrepit room had not been an exception: all of St-Mungo's was practically falling into ruin. Many questions were runnig through his mind, yet he was patiently wainting to get "home" before giving voice to any of them. Since when did they have a home? The last "home" Seamus could remember was a tiny shack in the back of a Muggle rubbish dump. The golden trio used to live there (or, rather, hide there from deathEaters) with their small army. Way too many people living in way too small a space… which smelt awfully bad. But the mere fact that Viktor and Draco were both wearing clean clothes let him happily consider the probability that they had moved…
Seamus could not, however, hold back the question that came out of his mouth when he saw a terrifyingly huge picture of Viktor near the hospital's entrance… That picture kind of reminded him of the last Quidditch World Cup… The good ol' times… Before the war… Back to his question, the small procession was halted when Seamus all but screamed,
-WHAT IN GODRIC'S NAME IS THAT!
He turned to look at his accomplice, who once was the best Seeker in the world.
-Viktor, not that I don't think you're attractive but…. Would you mind explaining!
The Bulgarian replied with a wink,
- You will soon get yourrr answerrrs…
These two always knew just what to do to shut him up. In fact, the answers did come soon enough. Viktor, Draco and Seamus climbed into a very official-looking car. While the war might have been over, the city still bore its marks… And it was not only the hospital: most buildings seemed to be on the verge of crumbling. Soon, Seamus recognized the Leaky Cauldron, and the car slowed down…
The pub's interior had always been quite neglected, so Seamus was not surprised to find it exactly as he remembered it. Except… Except for the decorative adding of a humongous portrait of Krum. The new innkeeper, who had bravely taken the job after Tom's death, rushed to their side and gave each of the a hearty handshake.
-Comrade Krum… Comrade Malfoy… And Comrade Finnigan… Happy to have you back… Can I bring you anything?
The Irishman was tempted. He could have quenched his thirst and catch up on all the beer he had not drank during his "absence", but Draco stepped in and crushed his hopes to improve his day by whispering,
-It's either the alcohol or the truth… Are you really willing to wait, Finnigan?
Seamus turned around, wanting to ask the blond why they could not have their talk over a good pint (it was so long since they'd last had the opprtunity to do it!), but his "friend" had seen it coming and added,
-Do not tell me that if I let you have one glass, you won't get carried away and end up too pissed to even walk… I've seen you drink, Finnigan!
This day sucked. Had he really become this predictable? With a resigned sigh and they made their way across the pub to get to Diagon Alley. The wizard street was in a state similar to that of the part of muggle London he had just seen. At least, the windows were not boarded up anymore… Okay, they were still dusty and quite discreet, but… Not boarded up; that was good, wasn't it? They walked for a long while; the street was mostly deserted… The few passersby they met wore tattered grey clothes and greeted them ecstatically… But the shops were not boarded up anymore! You've got to focus on the good, Seamus! Their little parade was interrupted when a tiny little girl ran to meet them and planted herself right in front of Seamus. Slowly, she held up a flower to the bewildered man.
-Comrade Fin-gan… You really 'wakey? My mommy, she always tells me the story when you kill the baaad man… She said you'll sleep forever, like the princess… But 's'not true! You're not even wearing PJs! When I tell her… Look, I found a bootiful flower.. I want to give it to you 'cause… you my favouritest hero…
Seamus nicely accepted the flower, touched by the little girl's speech. He slowly went back to his friends and softly said,
-It's all good, but… I didn't get everything the wee little thing said… I assume it's part of what you plan on explaining…
Draco motioned him to walk on, adding,
-You get it faster and faster, Finnigan! Mayby that nap won't have altered your brains too much…
Seamus grumbled about the joys of having Draco's charming friendship until they found themselves in an enormous public square. Look at that… They were in a place Seamus could not remember having ever seen… Same thing for the Palace (capital "P") which overlokked the square… Well, the world hadn't changed as he had first thought… It hadn't been transformed… No… Seamus was starting to believe he had be thrown in an alternate universe… Krum brought his attention back to the statue which held up the center of the square. It represented three men… At first sight, The Irishman had the weird impression that he was looking in a mirror, but… Noooooo! A statue of him? He turned to his friends and wordlessly pleaded for an explanation. Draco motioned for him to read,
Viktor the Magnificent, Draco the Noble and Seamus the Righteous
These three Comrades have pried the Wizarding community from the clutches of the evillest Wizard Great Britain had ever known.
Ever since, Comrade Krum, unanimously chosen as leader, works everyday to help the community heal the wounds inflicted by the Dark Lord.
Comrade Draco Malfoy has generously re-opened Hogwarts, the famous School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and has been appointed as headmaster. "Our relief will need to be both proud and strong", he said, during his speech for the grand opening.
Comrade Finnigan was unfortunately grievously injured during the last battle against Lord Voldemort. He stills rests in St-Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, but we do not lose hope that he might, someday, wake up.
The wizarding community has built in their honour the Brotherhood Palace, where the two members of the Golden Trio left standing currently reside.
Seamus Finnigan looked at Krum and Malfoy.
-When they mention a palace… Are they referring to THAT palace?
Krum nodded.
-You coming? A good cup of tea and a long converrrsation await…