The ocean bent the light of the afternoon sun in a thousand directions, making it seem like it was something alive and scaly: glittering and moving in impossible ways.

Thirteen-year-old Theodore Lupin and eleven-year-old Victoire Weasley sat together on the cliff face by Shell Cottage, Victoire's home. Their bare feet hung over the edge, the sea spray speckled their legs with salty water. A basket of wild cherries sat between the two, and the pits were tossed into the churning waves below.

Victoire was watching the clouds turn from white to grey to orange. Teddy was watching Victoire's hair twirling around in the breeze. She was thinking about going to school in a few weeks. He was thinking about how a couple freckles on her shoulder looked like the letter 'T', and then he felt shamed of himself for relating that to his first initial.

Teddy loved being an honorary Potter. He loved all the cousins and all the aunts and uncles. He loved feeling part of a family. Of course, he loved his grandmother very much, and his friends at Hogwarts were great. But he loved spending time with the Weasley's and Potter's the best. He was so excited that Vicky was finally coming to Hogwarts, too. His little Victoire…

He was so focused on his thoughts; he didn't realize he was blatantly staring at her. She turned her head and smirked at him.

"What?" She said demurely.

Teddy started and cleared his throat, "Er, nothing. Just happy 'bout you coming to Hogwarts." He lied.

Victoire grinned, "Oh, me too! You must tour me around when we arrive, please?"

Who could ever deny that? "Sure. Unless, of course, you land in Slytherin." He teased, poking his elbow gently into her side. She frowned, but wrapped her arms around his elbow and snuggled into his side. Teddy could feel heat rising to his face, and a tingling in his scalp; he was positive his hair had turned a bashful shade of pink. How embarrassing. Victoire's own corn silk hair was spilled over his arm, tickling his hand, and his flush deepened.

Victoire sighed, and Teddy thought that that girl would one day be the death of him.


A/N: Yes, I realize I should be working on Forgetfulness, but I can't think of a good birthday present for George. If you think of one, drop me a line ;)

For peeps who have read the Mortal Instruments series!!! Have you SEEN that press release about how she's writing a FOURTH novel, AND there's going to be a MOVIE!! I quite literally went hysterical when I read it, ask my step-sister.

Now I feel like writing something for the Mortal Instruments...

Anyway, this was inspired by fanart. Not mine, someone else's.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own a scrapbook full of discovered secrets on her website. FINALLY, I figured them all out :)