A/N: this is the first Fic I've written as first person and also in present tense so bare with me

Disclaimer: Although this story pretty much strolled into my head fully formed. It wasn't on a train and I am not J.K.Rowling.

Valentines Day:

Once upon a time in a fair away land the King was collecting his rent….

I can kind of relate. Only once upon a time is now, Valentines Day, my sixth year. And a far away land is the Gryffindor Tower, where no doubt Teddy Lupin; frickin' king of the School is collecting his millions of Valentines. Not that I don't have lots too. I heard them bring them in, hushed and silent, tiptoeing around so as not to disturb me. The stupid boys who only like me because they have to, because they have no control.

Teddy was the only boy I'd ever met who was unaffected by my Veela genetics. Even my male cousins had a slight problem saying no to me, although in a different way to the drooling imbeciles who courted me at school. Teddy was different to them all. We were best friends; inseparable until the day his letter came.

There are only six students in Teddy's year. War Babies all of them, and at least half orphans. Teddy's the only orphan of War Hero's in that year though. That's how people saw him when he arrived at Hogwarts. Small, alone and incredible cheerful. They took him in and loved him, right down from the seventh year Slytherins to the tiniest first year Hufflepuff. It was Teddy's way. All he'd have to do was smile and they'd be eating out of the palm of his hand. Sort of like me except genuine, a genuine smile, genuine kindness and in return genuine friendship.

He was so infinitely above me, I was unworthy of his friendship, spoilt, selfish little Victoire Weasley. Yet he gave it anyway and what did I do? I threw it all in his face.

When he went to Hogwarts he was given a choice: Start now or start next year with Post-War babies. I was a Post-War baby. My year was overflowing. Grandma Weasley said it was because everyone was so relieved Lord Voldemort was gone. Something I didn't understand for quite a few years.

Teddy chose to go and I saw it as the ultimate betrayal. His scrawled notes still haunt me. Vicky, why don't you ever reply? Did I do something? Please tell me what I did wrong?

Eventually they stopped. Although I desperately wanted to pick up a quill and say sorry I never did. He came home for summer and was polite and distant toward me. When I arrived at Hogwarts it was more of the same and it broke my heart.

I never had friends here. Unintentionally Teddy blackballed me. It didn't take long for people to realise he didn't like me. Most people ignored me and I was left alone with my pretend court of admirers. Pretending to be happy, pretending they actually liked me for me and pretending I wasn't desperately in love with Teddy.

When my cousins arrived, they were the only students in the school who I knew liked me, but being all at least three years younger than me I didn't really spend much time with them. And I stayed alone.

And so here I am on Valentines Day, alone in the Hospital Wing.

Alone with my flowers and my thoughts

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