Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Which you already knew. Of course.
"Veek-toire! Zey are 'ere! Turn
off zat 'orrible mu-zeek, and come down 'ere!"
Oh
great.
The mob has arrived.
Sometimes I envy people with small families.
Right now is one of those times.
You might think I'm being overdramatic.
If so, you obviously haven't met my family, so I'll forgive you for now.
Sure, I love them all, but honestly? I could do without these massive family parties.
I'd be willing to bet all the money I own (which, I admit, isn't really all that much) that this Easter will turn into something hugely problematic and catastrophic.
But it is a Weasley Easter.
What else would you expect?
My bedroom door opens with a loud
bang, and a red-headed cousin bounces in.
"Vicky!" she
squeals, and promptly dives at me.
"Lily!" I cry in protest. (You would too, if you had a tiny, squealing Lily hanging off your waist)
I swear that kid is far too enthusiastic.
I've always thought there was something suspicious about her overabundance of energy.
But then again, I'm corrupt, so don't listen to me.
I'm so corrupt that I don't even believe in the Easter Bunny.
It's shocking, I know.
So Lily drags me down the stairs (She's actually pretty strong. On second thoughts maybe I'm just weak…) chatting about Easter and how much chocolate she's going to get.
Personally I think it's dangerous giving Lily chocolate: she's on a permanent high already, and chocolate only makes it worse.
At the bottom of the stairs, Grandma Weasley is waiting.
She has never liked me as much as the others.
If you ask me, its because I'm French.
Actually I've never been to France in my life, but the fact that I speak the language is enough to make me French in her eyes.
And I know she's always been disappointed that her first grandchild didn't have the traditional red hair.
Honestly, I'm part-Veela, it's really not my fault.
"Lily dear! How's my gorgeous grandchild?" and she scoops Lily up and carries her away.
See what I mean?
The lounge room is full of chatting adults sipping butterbeer and firewhisky, with loud children running rampant in their midst.
I really don't want to get stuck in a discussion of my future, because quite frankly that would be sleep-inducingly boring. (Yes I do realise that probably isn't a word, but lets just ignore that fact, okay?)
On the other hand, I could go play with the little kids.
Okay, 'play' isn't the right word.
What I mean is: I could go and be tackled, smothered and just generally attacked by the little kids.
I must say, neither of my options are very appealing.
Luckily for me, I didn't have to choose, because Dominique came over and pulled me onto one of the couches with her.
"Gosh these parties are boring, I mean, there's practically no-one here my age, except for you Victoire, and I suppose Teddy. But I really don't want to be here, Josh asked me to go out with him tonight, but I had to say no because of this stupid family Easter party…"
Sometimes I worry about my sister.
She spends far too much time with boys.
Because of the Veela thing, there are always boys chasing her.
Well actually I suppose you could say the same for me... but I say no to jerks (which is most of them); she doesn't.
"…maybe I could invite him over here! I know it's a family party, but Teddy isn't family either, so do you think anyone would really mind?"
Truthfully, I doubt anyone would notice. That however, is beside the point.
"Dom, you know Daddy would kill him if he- AHHH!!"
A flaming arrow soared through the air and struck the couch beside me.
My skirt was instantly engulfed in bright blue flames.
I (quite understandably, I thought) panicked.
Luckily for me, there were others present who didn't.
"Aguamenti!"
"Victoire, are you okay?"
"What happened?"
"Did it hurt?"
The entire family seemed concerned for my safety (which I assure you was completely unnecessary, since it was totally harmless wizard fire).
Although I did notice one person who did not seem at all anxious about my health.
He was laughing.
I took this to mean he was the one who shot the arrow.
James Potter.
Why was I not surprised?
But he wasn't alone.
Teddy Lupin was also trying to conceal a smirk.
I glared at them.
They smiled innocently back. (Well it was attempted innocence…you and I both know they were very very guilty)
"James Potter. Teddy Lupin. I warn you – I will get revenge."
And for a second they almost looked scared.
Almost.
A/N: Okay, so that's how the story starts. I will try to make the rest more exciting and longer, so please don't hate me just yet, okay? Well anyway, review, tell me what you think? Thanks.