Teddy froze as Harry stalked fuming into the garden. His green eyes were narrowed in anger and he looked upset and tired.

“Where were you? You had me so worried! I couldn’t stop thinking about what may have happened to you! How do you think I’d feel if I lost you too? What happened, Ted?”

“Is it... is it tough? Without your parents?” she whispered abruptly, watching him carefully.

Teddy looked surprised at her question, but not angry.

“A little. Sometimes I wake up and all I can think about is, why me? You know? It just doesn’t seem fair that out of all the kids in the world, it had to be me that grew up with no parents. Especially since Harry went through the exact same thing. It seems the Marauders have the worst luck possible.”

“Harry never got this chance. He wouldn’t understand,” he cut her off coldly. “Listen,” he started, turning to return her defiant glare. Fury radiated off him, and Victoire stepped back warily. “No one asked you to be a part of this. I’m sorry you were dragged into. But it’s fine. You can get out of it. I never want you to return to that clearing again. And if you ever so much as mention any of this to anyone, you will be very sorry Victoire Weasley.”