Victoire Weasley- or, as of now, Victoire Lupin, squealed in delight as the silver mist circling her stomach turned to a glimmering gold color. The mist was an enchanted pregnancy test, it starts out silver, and if it fades, your not pregnant, if it changes to gold, you are.

Victoire's life was now absolutely perfect. Of course she had gotten pregnant; she planned it down to the very day. Still, seeing the test change made her heart flutter.

She had carefully calculated the best day in her cycle to conceive, and planned her wedding on that day. She had always dreamed of getting married to Teddy and making a baby on her honeymoon, ever since she was 7 years old.

It was July 4th. Victorie had conceived in June, and turned 21 on the second of May. Teddy was 23, and worked as an Auror while Victoire was a healer at St. Mungos.

Victoire smiled at herself in the mirror. It was true, what they say about pregnant women. How there's this glow about them, Victoire could clearly see it in her sparkling blue eyes. She looked absolutely radiant. She had long, perfectly straight, silvery blonde hair that flowed halfway down her back. Her pale skin was flawless, not a freckle in sight, despite being a Weasley. Her curves were perfect, and she was the definition of beautiful. Victoire looked just like her mother, Fleur (Delacour) Weasley. She was, after all, one eighth Veela.

Her little sister, Dominique, was quite the opposite. She was 18, and just graduated Hogwarts and joined the reserve team for the professional Quidditch team, Puddlemere United. Dominic had the bright Weasley-red hair, which was naturally wavy, and came down just passed her shoulders. She had side bands that were constantly in her face, and almond brown eyes. Dom even had just a few freckles sprawled across her nose and cheeks. She was just like her father, Bill Weasley, without an ounce of Fleur's genetics. She was a total tomboy, and a smart mouth. Her personality clashed with Victoire's in every way possible. Dom liked to just take life as it comes and wing everything, while Vic had her entire life planned out before she was 10.

Their younger brother, Louis, was starting his sixth year at Hogwarts come September. He had clearly inherited the Veela genes, considering his blonde hair, chiseled cheeks, smooth voice and flawless skin left the girls flocking him. The only thing he got from Bill, appearance wise, was his chocolate brown eyes. Louis was a charmer, and a major flirt. He's been convincing girls to do his homework ever since he started at Hogwarts. Though he supported Puddlemere United for Dom's sake, he wasn't really a huge fan of Quidditch. Dom was the only one of Bill and Fleur's kids to try out for the Gryffindor Quiddich team; she played Beater from her 3rd year to her last. Victoire went to the Gryffindor matches just to watch and support her house. Louis, a Ravenclaw, only went to the big matches to cheer Dom on.

Teddy played Quidditch while he was at Hogwarts, too. He was the Gryffindor's center chaser.

Teddy! Victoire thought. I have to tell Teddy!

Just as she got ready to apparate to Teddy's office at work, she heard a pop from behind her.

The blonde spun around the see her cousin, Molly Weasley.

Molly was Percy and Audrey's daughter. She had curly red hair, brown eyes, and her face was full of freckles. Taking after her grandfather, Arthur Weasley, she had the biggest fascination with muggles. She was 20, as soon as she graduated Hogwarts she went to college at a muggle school in London to learn to become a teacher, for muggle children. She met a muggle named Sam Turner, and they've been dating for a year now, but she hasn't told him about magic, or introduced him to the family. She had become very distant with the family, but she came to whatever she could, she was just busy most of the time.

Molly had a younger sister names Lucy, who graduated with Dominique at Hogwarts. Lucy was the bad apple of the family, to word it politely. She was the only Weasley sorted into Slytherin, but boy did it suit her. Her hair was jet black, and cropped in a short pixie style that came just past her ears. Her eyes were icy blue, and full of jealousy and hate. She was ashamed to be a Weasley, which was astounding considering they were now one of the most well-know Wizarding families in the world, along with the Potters. She didn't bother with her family unless absolutely necessary, and was rude to them when she did. Lucy worked as an intern at the ministry, and kept to her self most of the time there. She only really opened up with her Slytherin friends. She was currently dating one of them, named Victor Zabini.

"Victoire!" the red head exclaimed, giving her cousin a quick hug.

"Hi, Molly. What are you doing here?" Victoire asked.

"Coming to get you, of course! We've been waiting for you at the burrow, to start Sunday dinner." Molly told her.

"I was just getting ready. I'll just stop by Teddy's work and-"

"He's already there, playing Quidditch with the guys. You're the only one we're missing, so grandma sent me to get you." Molly explained.

"Oh." Victoire said, surprised. "Let's get going then."

"After you." Molly grinned.

"Um, I think I'll flu, actually." Victoire said, remembering what she learned in healer training. Apparating was a no-no during pregnancy. They said it was acceptable for the first trimester, but there's a slight chance it could cause a miscarriage. A chance Victoire was not willing to take.

"Um…okay?" Molly skeptically rose an eyebrow.

"I'm just, um...feeling a little lightheaded. I don't want to risk getting splinched." Vic lied, shrugging it off.

"Oh, I see." Molly nodded, still slightly doubtful. "Well we can take care of that in no time. Grandma already has enough food out to feed an army."

"Or a Weasley clan." Victoire laughed.

"Exactly." Chuckled Molly. "I'll see you there then."

With that, Molly was gone in a pop.

Victoire made her way to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of flu powder, tucked her head and stepped in, then very clearly said, "The Burrow!"

Victoire grinned as she stepped out of the fireplace and the delicious smells of Grandma Molly's cooking enveloped her.

She entered the kitchen to see the graying woman working her magic at the stove.

"Hey, grandma." Victoire greeted.

"Oh, hello dear!" Molly exclaimed, running over to give her oldest grandchild one of her signature bone crushing hugs. "I didn't hear you pop in."

"Oh, I er, flu-ed over." Vicotire confessed.

"Why's that?" her grandmother asked. Always the newsy one.

Victoire opened her mouth to respond, when a whiff of her dad's famous potato wedges reached her. It was typically one of her favorite foods, but right now, the smell was revolting and she felt her stomach churn. Her hand flew to her mouth and she sprinted for the bathroom, flinging herself to the floor and leaning over the toilet, barely having time to kick the door shut. When she was done being sick, she opened up the medicine closet where everybody had their own tooth brush. She found her pink and blue one, brushed her teeth, then put it away and opened the door to leave.

Then, she came face to face with her grandmother, who had knowing look and an ear to ear grin on her face.

"I'm going to be a great-grandmother." Molly stated. It wasn't a question.

Victoire had planned to tell Teddy first, but some plans don't always go as expected.

She nodded with pride, her grin now matching Molly's. She enveloped her oldest granddaughter in another hug, this one a bit more gentle, but still full of love.

"Oh, congratulations! I'm so excited! You're absolutely glowing, you look gorgeous! What did Teddy say? Was he thrilled? Oh, of course he was! You two are going to make the best parents! You're grandfather would be so proud if he were still here with us, you know. I can give you loads of pointers on-"

"Thanks, Grandma." Vic laughed, cutting off her ramble. "But I haven't told anybody yet, I just found out before I got here. And I want to let Teddy know before everyone else, so let's keep it on the down low for a while, okay?"

"What ever you say, dear. You will be telling them tonight though, right? I can't wait to be a great-grandmommy! You know our Lilykins is 13 now, we haven't had a baby around in ages!" said Molly.

"I know." Victoire grinned. "We'll probably announce it at dinner. Let me just discuss things with Teddy first, and make sure he's ready."

"Of course, dear." Molly nodded in understanding. "He's outside with the boys, you should go find him now. You can take him upstairs to tell him in private, I'll keep everyone down here, for you."

"Thanks, Grandma! You're the best." Victoire beamed, making her way for the backyard. She saw the kids talking amongst each other, the adults doing the same, and a few people playing Quidditch. From what she gathered, it was Teddy, Dom, and Lily, up against James, Fred, and Hugo. Teddy and Hugo were chasers, James and Lily seekers, and Fred and Dom as beaters. From the flash of blue darting towards the ring, and the cursing of James, Vic took it that Teddy just scored. Her metamorphagus husband typically had his messy hair and electric blue color, and his eyes their natural brown, his late father's color.

As Teddy caught sight of his wife, he swooped down to great her.

"Hello, Mrs. Lupin." He grinned.

"Hi there, Mr. Lupin." Victoire giggled.

"How was your day?" Teddy asked.

"Fantastic!-"

"I can't wait to hear all about it." Teddy grinned. "But we have to finish this up real quick, we're tied. Want to play? We could use a keeper."

"Hey! No fair!" Yelled 17 year old James. His unmanageable ebony hair was even more windblown then usual, and his hazel eyes were glimmering in the sun.

"Cheaters!" Fred cried. Fred George Weasley was also 17, he and his partner in crime, James Sirius, were just about to start their seventh year at Hogwarts. They were the pranksters of the school, and certainly living up to their namesakes. Fred had his fathers red hair, but his skin resembled an olive tan, a combination of his mother's dark skin and his dad's pale complexion.

Fred had a twin sister, Roxanne. She had darker red hair, she usually wore her auburn locks in a messy bun with side bangs. Her skin was darker than Fred's, but lighter than her mom, Angelina's. All 3 seventeen year old were in Gryffindor, and they all helped out at George's joke shop, Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Roxanna was currently dating a boy in her year, named Andrew Thomas, and Fred was dating Ashley Wood. James, on the other hand, was perfectly content with his random snogs in the broom closets, like Dominique.

"I actually can't play anyway." Victoire told him.

Teddy didn't think much of it, he knew his wife wasn't incredibly fond of Quidditch to begin with. "Alright, I'll wrap this up and then we can chat."

"I'll be here." She smiled, waving as he flew back to the game.

James and Lily were neck and neck for the snitch, when Lily shouted, "Bee!"

James pulled away on his broom, and his little sister caught the snitch.

"Yes! In your face!" Lily gloated.

"You sneaky little brat!" James narrowed his eyes playfully at his sister. Everybody knew he was playing though. It was no secret that James absolutely adored his little sister. Lily had Ginny's dark brown eyes, and long, wavy red hair. James and Lily's middle brother, Albus Severus, was 15. He was the spitting image of his father, from the messy black hair to the emerald green eyes. The only difference was that Al didn't have the lightning bolt scar.

Al's best friends were Rose and Scorpius. Scorp was Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass'son, and surprising nothing like a Slytherin. He even got sorted into Gryffindor! Scorpius had silvery blonde hair, and stormy grey eyes. He was witty, sarcastic, funny, blunt, bold, and a bit cheeky. He reminded Al of his uncle Ron often, but could never tell Ron that. He hated Scorpius, for getting so close to his daughter and being the son of Malfoy. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE except for Scorpius and Rose knew that they'd end up together some day. Even Ron, although he's still in denial. Rose and Scorpius have had love in the air since the beginning, almost like teddy and Vic, except they're too stubborn to admit it.

Rose was the oldest of Ron and Hermione Weasley's two kids. She was 15, and had bushy bright red hair, which she liked to pull back in a pony tail. She had her mom's warm brown eyes, too, and a few freckles on her cheeks, from her dad. Rose was just like her mother though, she'd give the know-it-all bookworm a run for her money. And her little brother, Hugo, inherited his dad's talent for Wizard chest, he's even managed to beat Ron on occasion. Hugo was really close with Lily, since they were both in 3rd year. He was only a few months older then her. Hugo had brown hair and eyes, and traits from both of his parents. He was smart, like his mom, yet lacked common sense and had the emotional range of a teaspoon, like his father.

"Ready?" Teddy asked, breaking Vic out of her daze as he led her towards the house.

"Let's go upstairs." She told him.

"It's something wrong?" he asked, concern etched into his face as they made it to the top of the steps.

"No." Victoire shook her head, grinning. "Something is absolutely perfect."

"Care to share?"

"I'm pregnant." She told him, resting her hand on her flat stomach. She still couldn't believe her perfect little baby was in there.

"W-what?" Teddy stuttered. He was in shock, Victoire knew. She had seen this coming.

She held his shoulders, her blue eyes burning into his brown ones. "You're going to be a dad."

"I'm going to be a dad?" He asked, seeking confirmation, his face still completely blank. If Vic didn't know he husband so well, she'd be panicking by now. But she knew things took time to sink in with him. Teddy's face suddenly broke into a grin. Here it comes. "I'm going to be a dad!"

Teddy was now jumping for joy, he picked his wife up and spun her around, both of them laughing hysterically.

"Teddy!" Victoire giggled. "Put me down!"

"Oh, right, sorry." He apologized, gently setting her down on her feet instantly. "Are you okay? Is the baby? Did I hurt you?"

"We're both fine." She laughed. "Now come on, we have to tell everybody before Grandma does."

"How does grandma Molly know?" Teddy asked. Molly had always been like a second grandmother to him, especially the last 2 years, after his Grandmom, Andromeda, passed away.

Victoire shrugged. "She just knows things like that."

"I would think so," Teddy chuckled. "After all, she has been pregnant seven times."

"Six." Victoire corrected. "Uncle Fred and Uncle George were a package deal."

"Oh, right." Teddy nodded as they made it downstairs.

As they reached the bottom of the steps, the came face to face with…well, everyone.

Grandma Molly, Victoire's parents, Bill and Fleur, Charlie, Percy and Audrey, George and Angelina, Ron and Hermione, Harry and Ginny, Dominique, Louis, Molly, Lucy, Roxanne, Fred, James, Albus, Rose, Hugo, and Lily were all staring at them expectantly.

"Erm, Hi?" Teddy said, breaking the awkward silence.

"Hello, Tedward." James greeted, pacing back and fourth. "Would you mind to tell me why Grandma won't let us upstairs to interrupt your 'privacy' but whenever Fred and I ask to be alone for 2 minutes the adults follow us up?"

"Because whenever you and Fred are alone you blow things up?" Dom sniggered, earning a glare from James.

"Believe me; we would have followed them up if mom would let us by." Bill Weasley murmured. Always the over protective father…

"Yeah, she actually threatened to throw out the dessert. Throw it out! As it wasn't even a crime!" Ron exclaimed dramatically.

"So what was going on up there?" George asked, with a wink.

"I had to talk to my husband. I wasn't aware it would cause such a fuss." Victoire laughed nervously, wanting nothing more than an out. Teddy gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and a look that said 'It's now or never'.

"It is when it has to be 'private'." Percy added.

Charlie piped up. "Yeah, what was so private exactly?"

"Well if you all quit stalling, you would know by now." Victoire told them.

"Stalling? Me? No!" James laughed.

"Define stalling." Fred encouraged, joined along by the rest of his cousins.

"We Weasley's don't stall."

"Absolutely not."

"A Potter never stalls."

"Stalls, walls, balls…so much rhymes with stall!"

Soon, everybody was talking at once, even the adults. The racket was giving the already nervous parents-to-be headaches.

Victoire exchanged a helpless glance at Teddy, who nodded for her to go on.

"I'm pregnant." Victoire said, her voice confident and clear.

Silence. For the first time ever in the history of the Weasley/Potter/Lupin clan gathers did any room go silent enough to hear a pin drop. Until now, that is. The sudden riot left Victoire begging to go back to the silence, as her entire family began screaming at once.

"WHAT?"

"Mon Cheri, did you say zat you are pregnant? As in, I'm going to be a grand-maman?"

"I'm your sister! Why didn't you tell me first?"

"Because I'm her brother, and she didn't want you to hear before me."

"Well, I'm her favorite cousin!"

"Yeah, right!"

"I'm practically Teddy's little brother!"

"So is Al!"

"He likes me better, though."

"No! Everyone likes ME the best!"

"Shut up, Lily!"

"Sod off, Hugo!"

"I can't believe you're pregnant."

"I can't believe I'm going to be grand dad."

"I can't believe I'm going to be a great-grandmommy!"

"I can't believe my leetle baby ez going to 'ave a leetle baby of 'er own."

"I can't believe Teddy and Vic are having sex."

"Ronald Weasley!"

"Sorry, Mom."

"I can't believe you. Do you have any sense?"

"I can't believe it's not butter!"

All eyes turned to George Weasley, who smiled sheepishly. "Just trying to ease the tension."

"Well," Victoire breathed. "You all better believe it. Cause a few months from now Teddy and I are going to be bringing a perfect little angel into the world."

"And we couldn't be happier." Teddy added, placing his arm around his wife's shoulders for support.

The huge crowd suddenly burst into a course of hugs, belly rubs, 'congratulations' and 'I'm so happy for you!'s.

"I'll have to lend you all my pregnancy books!" Hermione exclaimed, grinning.

"We'll make you a list of tips." Angelina added.

"Right, the stuff that the 'joy of pregnancy' books don't tell you about. Like cramping, heartburn, foot-aches, tiredness, and have a constant full bladder." Ginny said.

Victoire couldn't help but smile. You had to love Aunt Ginny and her bluntness. "Oh, fun."

"When can we find out the sex?" Roxanne asked.

Victoire looked to her aunts and raised her eyebrows.

"Well you can find out at your 4 month ultra sound at a muggle hospital, like I did. But if you get a mid-witch, you can usually find out at 3 months." Hermione told her.

Victoire nodded. "That's probably what I'll do, working at St. Mungo's and all."

"So how long do I have to wait before I teach him how to fly?" asked James.

"Hah! Don't hold your breath; I'll beat you to it." Dominique replied before Vic could even open her mouth.

"Will not!" James stuck his tongue out at her.

"Will too! I'm his aunt!"

"Who says the baby is a he?" Victoire asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"James did!" Dom said, throwing her cousin under the Hogwarts Express before darting out of there. It was no secret that Victoire always wanted a little girl.

"Will you look at the time," James said, checking the non existent watch on his wrist. "Gotta go. Bye!"

Victoire laughed and got back into baby talk with her family, she had a lot to learn before her little bundle of joy was born…