I awoke every morning to the same thing etched in my ceiling.

Not all Weasley's are RedHeaded.

I needed to tell myself this at least twice everyday or whenever I saw one of my cousins, which was a lot, because I was the only Weasley that wasn't a ginger. My brother and sister were at least strawberry blonde and could pass as a Weasley. I, however, could only pass as a Delacour. The only thing I got from my dad were my freckles.

So when my letter from Hogwarts came I was more than excited. Finally, I would be in a place where not everyone looked the same, not everyone had the same hair and face. I could finally be me for exactly who I was.

But I still had to wait a little bit longer.

And waiting didn't look like it was going to be easy. My uncles and aunts were coming over for Dominique's birthday, which was last week.

So when I woke up to

Not all Weasley's are Redheaded.

I knew I was going to repeat it a lot that day.

I got up early, before Dominique or Louis, and was greeted by an overly enthusiastic Mum.

"What happened?" I asked with a terrified look on my face.

"What do you mean 'what 'appened?' Nothing 'appenened."

Although my mother's English was near perfect she still had a little trouble on her "h's."

"So us Apperating into your living room is nothing? I wonder what would happened if we blew up her house?"

"RON!"

As I had guessed my aunts and uncles were already here. Ron would use excessive sarcasm and Ginny and Hermione would yell at him. I t seemed they always had a plan.

Just as they entered the kitchen were Mum and I were Dominique came downstairs.

"What was that noi- Oh! Hi," she said to everyone in the crowded kitchen.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" James screamed as he ran to Dominique to give her a hug.

At exactly the same moment Dominique, Mum and I saw who was unintentionally hiding behind Harry.

"Teddy?" Mum said out loud. "What are you doing 'ere?"

"Andromeda wanted us to bring him," Harry explained. "He was already visiting anyway."

"Well its nice to see 'im."

As they slowly slipped into a conversation I headed upstairs to change out of my pajamas. Ted's presence surprised me. I used to see him everyday when we were just kids but when he since he went to Hogwarts I haven't seen him in forever. He would spend school holidays with The Potters but his summers would be spent with his grandmother. I hadn't seen him in at least two years. When I was with him he was nice, funny and helpful but when he was with Harry he never seemed any of those things. I never knew anyone quite like him.

I ran back downstairs in my fresh clothes and discovered no one was inside the house. I walked outside onto the beach where Harry was showing Lily and Hugo some magic and Albus was chasing Rose who had taken Mink, his pet ferret. Ron was talking with Mum and Dad and Hermione was teaching James, Dominique and Louis something. And Teddy was sitting all alone on the bench watching them all.

"Hi," I said sheepishly as I sat down next to him.

"Hi Victoire. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am. Why?"

"I dunno, you seemed sad," he said obviouslt embarrassed.

Just as I was about to respond, Albus and Rose came running past. Rose tripped and Mink flew out of her hands. He landed right in my hair and threw me off balance, right on top of Ted.

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay," he said with a smile as he pulled Mink out of my hair.

James had obviously gotten bored with whatever Hermione was teaching him, not that that was hard, and was trying to convince everyone to play Quidditch with him.

Dominique joined him immediately, and so did Teddy but I stayed right where I was.

"What, you afraid of flying?" Teddy asked. The way he said it I knew he was teasing me but I couldn't say that he was right. At least not out loud.

" Its just, I don't know how to."

" I'll teach you."

Teddy grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bench and onto the beach where James was holding out Nimbus 2000's for everyone.

The final "teams" consisted of me, Ted and James against Dominique, Albus, and Rose.

We didn't even have any hoops, or even a Quaffle so we ended up playing with a poorly Transfigured rock. I guess that was the best we could expect from Ron. I slowly mounted my broom and took off. I was a little shaky at first but flying seemed to come naturally. The Quaffle-rock came flying at my face and I instinctively caught it. I laughed at my victory and threw the Quaffle-rock right at Ted. We threw it back and forth for a good five minutes, to James' great displeasure.

We finally came to our senses and realized this was never going to work. Ted and I fell off of our brooms (on purpose) and landed on each other laughing.

" You better be in Ravenclaw," he told me.

"Why?" I said with a great smile on my face.

"'Cause I'm not going to play against you."

"You didn't hear?" Hermione interjected. "First years can play now. My guess is they're just trying to find another Harry, but, who knows?"

"Thanks Hermione," Harry said, cooly.

" Well, Hogwarts needs another hero, in fact the whole Wizarding World does…"

I wandered away from the potential argument. I heard footsteps following me.

"Victoire, wait!"

"What Teddy?" I said without turning around.

"Oh dammit, I mean- I'm sorry James," I said, flustered.

"It's okay."

"So, what did you want?"

"I just didn't want you to leave. I mean you always get mad at everyone for no reason and its not going to do you any good." That was about the wisest thing I had ever heard from a seven-year-old.

"Thanks, James," I said as I ruffled his hair. Not that it could get any messier.

"For what?" he asked looking up at me.

"Nothing, let's go back."

No one had seemed to notice our absence. Harry, Hermione and Ron were all still arguing about Harry and Quidditch. Dad kept mentioning my uncle Charlie who I had only met once or twice. He apparently was an awfully good Seeker, like Harry. Ginny was trying very hard to ignore my mum. I thought I heard her mutter "Phlegm" under her breath, but I must have been mistaken.

Teddy looked liked he was reading a book to the other children. James dragged me over to them.

I looked at Teddy curiously.

"Tales of Beedle the Bard," he explained. "And Hermione got me a copy of some Muggle child stories. Grimm's Tales, or something like that. Some other Muggle stuff, too."

"Yea, Muggle names are weird. Cinderella, can you believe that? Sounds like disease!" Rose told me with her eyes as wide as saucers, as if Cinderella was the craziest thing world.

"You are your father's child," Hermione said as Ron and Harry laughed like children.

"If you are going to read, Teddy, would you mind skipping The Three Brothers? For obvious reasons," Harry asked.

"Of course," Teddy answered immediately.

"What?" I whispered, not understanding what just happened.

"Later," he whispered back.

It turned out 'later' was September 1st, in the middle of the night.

The next few weeks were uneventful. We made a visit to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes where James and our cousin Fred ran around destroying the place. Mum went and bought all of my school supplies while the rest of the Weasley- Potter clan were window-shopping, tearing up Diagon Alley.

When she was done I was dragged to Ollivander's. Ollivander had died a few months after the war but his nephew had taken over the shop.

And then a suprising thing happened. I found my wand on the first try.

"9 ¾ inches, maple, phoenix feather," Ollivvander's nephew said as he handed me the wand. I picked it up and immediately felt a warmth run through my fingers.

"That's the one," he said. "That's really rare, you know, finding your wand with the first one you touch. Really odd."

My new, and only, wand got wrapped up and handed back to me. We went all back to Shell Cottage and that was the end to my summer.