A/N: Language in English but italicised is Bulgarian. This chapter contains a trigger warning for attempted sexual assault.

Y/N emerged from the Floo network at the Spartan embassy in Sofia. He heard a commotion outside, smelt smoke, then saw the shocked looks of the two witches who appeared by their dress to be admin staff. They were cowering behind a reception desk. Two Spartans in military garb were yelling looking out the glass doors. It was chaos outside.

"Μείνε εδώ και κλείδωσε τις πόρτες πίσω μου. Φέρνω αυτές τις εντολές από τον Βασιλιά σας!"

Y/N bellowed as he walked forward. The two Spartans turned to him and bowed after going wide-eyed.

"Άρχοντας L/N! Φυσικά Κύριε μου!"

Y/N nodded as he stepped out and walked towards the large building at the end of the street. He assumed this was the Bulgarian Ministry. It was larger than every other building and people were running from it.

As he stalked forward he heard the same phrase over and over again.

"вампири! вампири! Бягай"

He had no idea what this meant. Frankly he didn't care. He had a job to do.

Y/N gained pace as he charged, apparating closer and closer as soon as he got a clear view of where he wanted to go. He reached the front doors and kicked them open- but even the mighty Y/N L/N gasped in shock at what he saw.

Blood soaked the walls and floor, numerous bodies laying dead, throats torn out, dead eyes opened wide with fear. Y/N unsheathed his Angel Blade and his primary wand as he looked around.

Fucking Vampires!

-—~—

Y/N walked through the foreign Ministry, attempting to find any survivors he could. He was following screams, some rooms he passed were on fire, others housed massacres. After five minutes he found survivors huddled in a bathroom.

He peered into their fear-addled minds and gained what he needed to.

"Аз съм тук, за да помогна. Преминете през този портал сега!"

Y/N opened a portal to the Spartan embassy and the terrified workers ran through without asking questions. Y/N closed it and continued looking for survivors. It wasn't long before he came across a handful of vampires, mad with blood lust.

"C'mon!" He bellowed.

They charged to feed upon the young Lord and he fought with bravery and grace, stabbing with his blade, decapitating with his wand as he cast diffindo. It was only a matter of moments before the vampires had been despatched.

Over the course of the next twenty minutes Y/N had located and saved roughly twenty more people, dispatching dozens of vampires. He finally sent out a psychic pulse, attempting to locate any other survivors. He found a large cluster, barricaded in what looked like the Bulgarian wizengamot. He projected to their location and sensed their fear as they heard a horde of vampires attempting to break in. Y/N looked up in his projection and saw an oddly shaped glass ceiling. He returned to his body and looked up at the glass ceiling in the atrium he was standing in.

Y/N took a couple of steps forward and adopted his animagus form, lifting up and smashing through the glass ceiling. He saw the distinct glass ceiling of the wizengamot about 200 yards ahead and dove through it, landing in front of a terrified group of witches and wizards.

—~—

The Bulgarian witches and wizards looked in abject terror at the Hungarian Horntail that had suddenly landed in front of them, shattering the ceiling. The dragon turned its back to the humans as the chamber doors exploded open and a large number of vampires burst through. Shrieks and screams were heard behind the dragon that were replaced with gasps of shock as the Horntail roared and breathed out a torrent of flames, incinerating the vampires where they stood. They shrieked as they were immolated, the dragon not stopping its fiery emanations until the last undead predator fell.

When the dragon had concluded its flaming attack it turned and looked at the terrified assembly of politicians who cowered and then gasped as the dragon transfigured to a young man. Some of the assembly fainted, others looked on in shock as he spoke.

"Does anyone speak English?"

—~—

A large man, not as large as Y/N, but still large, walked towards Y/N.

"I am the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, Lyuben Oblansk, and ve are in your debt Mister...?"

"L/N. Lord Y/N L/N, Archduke of Great Britain" Y/N answered bowing in respect to the Bulgarian Minister.

The Minister stepped forward quickly, grabbing Y/N by the arms and, having stopped him from bowing, placed a kiss on both of his cheeks.

"You are a hero Lord L/N, Slayer of Vampires. You bow to no one in this assembly. Ve are in your debt!"

Y/N sighed and forced a smile. He guessed he wouldn't be able to convince them to keep his involvement quiet.

—~—

The next week was like a whirlwind. Far from keeping Y/N's involvement hidden, he had been proclaimed a national hero. Several parades had been held in his honour, children threw flowers at him, women cried at his feet. Eastern Europeans were much more... emotive... than he was used to. He was currently standing in front of his mirror, in his chambers, fiddling with his cravat.

There was a banquet being held tonight in his honour, and all of Bulgaria's magical high society had been invited. This was the antithesis of what Y/N wanted. He grumbled as he attempted to fix his traditional Bulgarian suit.

"I thought a fucking tie was bad enough, pain in the fucking arse!"

He grumbled and groaned before rolling his eyes in anger as his door was knocked on and opened.

"Нямам нужда от сексуално удовлетворение. Остави ме на мира!"

Y/N yelled out in frustration before softening his glare and tone as he saw who had entered his quarters.

"Oh Nina, forgive me. I thought it was another of my admirers. They won't stop pestering me."

Nina was a young translator who worked for the Bulgarian Ministry. She had been assigned to stay and help Y/N while he was a guest of the Ministry. She had also been good enough to allow him into her mind through legilimency, in order to quicken his ability to speak Bulgarian.

"You have been proclaimed our national hero for your bravery my Lord. Many Bulgarian vomen vish to vin your heart!" Nina said, still blushing slightly at his blunt outburst.

"I've told you how many times to call me Y/N, Nina. But I am glad you are here. Perhaps you could do something for me? Something I can't do for myself."

Nina looked at him wide eyed and nodded, gulping as he walked towards her, maintaining eye contact. He stopped inches from her body and leant down. The breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes widened as he leant near her face...

And kept going. He picked up the cravat he had thrown in frustration that lay next to her foot.

"How the hell do you put this on?"

—~—

Y/N stood at the entrance of the grand hall with Nina, the doorman going to announce his presence at the Gala that was being held in his honour.

"I really hate these things" Y/N moaned as Nina chuckled.

"For a national hero you complain a lot Y/N!"

"Hey!" He said with a raised eyebrow before chuckling.

"I would think an Archduke would be at home in grand galas?" Nina smirked.

"This isn't what I was raised in Nina. Training grounds, barracks, battlefields. That's the world I know. Where I am comfortable. This is...."

"Overvhelming?"

Y/N smiled at his young friend.

"Exactly"

The huge gilded doors opened and a ballroom full of people stood clapping as Y/N walked forward, nodding awkwardly at the room.

"My last night here. My last night here" Y/N whispered to himself.

—~—

The evening passed slowly. Many government officials and prestigious purebloods came and introduced themselves to him. He smiled politely and made small talk, something he despised, and quickly grabbed Nina to sit with him.

For the love of God save me! He said through legilimency causing her to giggle.

Finally, two men approached. One was tall and gangly, the other stout, about 6'2", with an egg shaped head.

"Ah Lord L/N! A pleasure to meet you. I am the Bulgarian National Quidditch coach, Igor Vasily, and this is my star Seeker, Victor Krum. How do you do?"

Y/N smiled and shook both men's hands as they sat. Nina noticed Victor ogle her and felt uncomfortable, edging closer to Y/N.

They sat and discussed Quidditch for several minutes, talking about the World Cup that the pair were leaving for in the morning. They asked if Y/N had truly turned down the position of Seeker for England. Y/N chuckled and said he had, adding military service for his ancestral Sparta was far more important than a game, but that he would be at the Final the following month. Nina excused herself as the Minister walked over.

"Could I have a quick vord, My Lord?"

Y/N nodded and excused himself, noticing Krum shoot up and leave the room.

"I have received disturbing reports on the matter ve discussed Y/N. We must talk before you leave tomorrow! Not here. In private."

Y/N nodded and shook the Ministers hand.

He was suddenly aware of the swill that passed for rakia, or plum brandy, sitting heavily in his stomach, and left the hall to seek out the bathroom.

He walked down the halls before suddenly being aware of two voices and a struggle. He made out the words in Bulgarian as he rushed forward. It was Nina.

"No. Stop!"

"C'mon baby. I'm a hero. You know you want it!"

Y/N ran round a corner to see Victor pinning Nina against the wall. He rushed forward in anger, gripping Victor by the back of his collar and ripping him off her, throwing him to the ground. He stood between the two as Nina burst into tears, hugging Y/N from behind.

Krum looked up furious before he realised who was in front of him.

"L/N. It's not what it-"

"I think it is Victor. I think you were trying to rape this woman! Let me show you what we do to fucking rapists in England!"

Y/N pointed his wand at Victor who gulped before Vasily stormed round the corner.

"Vot is going on here!?!" the coach screamed.

"Ask your fucking star player over here. The piece of shit who can't take no for a fucking answer!" Y/N answered enraged.

Vasily looked at Nina quivering behind Y/N and then to Krum on the floor, still leaning with Y/N's wand pointed between his eyes.

"I vill deal vith this. I thank you Lord L/N!"

Vasily picked up Krum and dragged him off.

"Now wait a min-"

Y/N was cut off by Nina pulling him back.

"It's no use Y/N. Our vays are not your vays. Thank you for saving me."

Pure rage built up in Y/N.

"I will make him pay Nina. One way or another! You have my word."

—~—

The pair returned to the hall, but it was much subdued after the altercation. Officials whispered and glanced at the pair, service staff having witnessed the scuffle and gossiped quickly. The night dragged on, and all Y/N could think about was feeding Victor Krum to his Lethifold, his Dementor, and his Orc.

—~—

The following morning Y/N went to the Minister's office.

"Thank you for coming My Lord. Ve can never repay you for your bravery, but you vill always be a hero to all of Bulgaria!"

"Thank you Minister. I wonder if you could pass this on to young Ms Dobrev? With your permission I would like her to come work for me, for L/N Industries."

Y/N handed the Minister a letter offering employment and sponsorship to stay in the United Kingdom. The Minister smiled.

"If this is vot young Ms Dobrev desires I vould be only too happy to organise it. I will discuss it viv her this morning."

"Thank you Minister. What else did you need to discuss with me?"

The Minister sighed and grew a stern expression.

"It is as ve feared. I made contact with King Themistocles. As I told you ve had received no call for help from Sparta all summer. The King contacted me yesterday to ask me to inform you that there vas a Knight spy in the palace, in charge of communications. Some worm named Theron. He vas put to death this morning."

"Fuck!" Y/N muttered. Lillith's reach seemed to know no bounds. He said his goodbyes again and apparated to Nurmengard.

Y/N smiled at the elderly figure in front of him.

"Hello Grandson! It's so good to see you!"