Don't read if you haven't read DH. This is how I interpreted things from what I read in the book, and considering JKR hasn't given us writers much in the way of guildlines for these characters, I'm pretty much flying by the seat of my pants.

Victorie Weasley and the Lamentful Blackheart

Chapter 1

The Wicromave

In the depths of a forest found in central England, past the fast-moving brook, over the white bridge and past the makeshift tomb now worn with age, there sat a cottage. This was no ordinary cottage however. Beyond the fact that it kept itself spick and span on the inside as well as the outside without any human intervention, beyond the fact that it had once been hidden from everyone except for a select few people who knew where it was, beyond the fact that the ordinary healthy, news-addicted, pencil-pushing human being couldn't see it. The thing that made this house most distinctly unordinary was the fact that wizards lived there. Three wizards to be precise. A handsome, red headed young man with a rather unfortunate amount of scarring on his face due to a past conflict, an breathtakingly beautiful young woman, and an eleven-year-old little girl. The latter two of the three were sleeping. Victorie Weasley, however, was not.

Victorie Weasley could barely contain herself. There was very little chance that she would even attempt to sit still for two seconds on a day like today. She'd been up since four in the morning, doing all of her usual chores, as well as making breakfast rather clumsily and taking out the trash manually, just so nothing could interrupt the perfection of that particular day. Finally, as soon as the clock struck seven, Victorie Weasley tore up the stairs post haste to wake up her parents, seeing as Victorie had been looking forward to this day for years.

She tore down the hall, past the linen closet as well as her own bedroom, which was completely and utterly spotless as she'd double checked its cleanliness seven times before deciding that it was completely clean and therefore couldn't get in the way of the positively fantastic day to come, and threw open the door, abruptly waking her until recently peacefully sleeping parents. She jumped up onto her bed, fully clothed and readily groomed, her long blonde hair pulled back in a tight French braid that could rival the way that her mother did it.

"It's today, it's today it's today, it's today!"

Mrs. Weasley, also known as Fleur, yawned. "And what day is this, mon petite diable?" she questioned, feigning obliviousness as she began to pull her hair curlers out, placing them in a basket next to her bed. Victorie pouted, what was this? How on earth could her parents have forgotten? This was the day! The day she'd been waiting for!

"It's today!" she exclaimed, trying to remind her mother again who merely pulled the rest of her curlers out and wrapped her arms around her groggy husband who was smiling, obviously amused at his daughter's antics.

"I believe that our daughter, she is unable to say anything else, mon chere. Do you think?" she asked with a grin. Bill rolled his eyes.

"It can't be that day already, can it?" asked Bill in mock surprise. Victorie's eyes widened at the possibility that her father hadn't forgotten.

"But it IS, Papa, it IS!" she insisted, almost desperate to get her point across as she hopped up and down frantically.

Fleur sighed and sat up and pulled Victorie over to sit her on her lap. "Oh, Vickie, but you're much too young. Maybe next year." she teased.

"Maman!" exclaimed the eleven-year-old impatiently. Fleur chuckled and stood up, fixing her slightly disheveled nightgown and walking over to the closet to get her housecoat. Bill was up and heading to the door in his muggle pajamas.

"I suppose I'll start on breakfast, then." he called as he walked down the hall, pulling his long red hair, which he'd point blank refused to cut, into a ponytail. Victorie almost literally flew to his side from his room and shook her head violently, her braid whipping her in the face and making her think twice about doing it again.

"You don't need to, Papa, I already made it a little while ago!" she replied. Bill blinked and checked his watch.

"When?" he asked in surprise as Victorie ran downstairs and into the kitchen, awaiting her parent's arrival with nearly as much anticipation as she was awaiting the true start of the day. Victorie had made their breakfast a whopping two hours previously, having spent the better part of the two hours trying not to burn it. But eventually everything had come out pretty decently.

"Two hours ago." she replied cheerily. Bill exchanged glances with Fleur who had just appeared at the top of the stairs and folded his arms.

"Well, it will be cold by now, won't it?" he said, wondering what mess the kitchen had been in while she was attempting to make something at least partially edible. Victorie, however, shook her head vigorously and then ran over to the other side of the kitchen, pointing to a black metallic box with numbers on one side.

"I put it all in the wicromave that Grandpa gave us last year. It's dead useful!" she exclaimed, pulling out two plates of pancakes that had been stacked on top of each other and setting them down on the table.

"That's microwave, Vickie, and we told you not to touch that, didn't we?" Bill chastised. Fleur sat down and poked at her pancakes with suspicion. Though she loved her daughter dearly, she could easily see the child mistakenly pour Skele-gro into the pancake batter instead of vanilla or something of that variety. Bill on the other hand, couldn't help but start laughing as Victorie proceeded to try and microwave the bacon she'd made as well. People of the Weasley family had often commented on her obsession with muggle things that was strikingly similar to her grandfather's. The senior Mr.Weasley had been very pleased with this and always had something new and interesting to show Victorie when she came over on occasion. He'd even given her her own plug to start a collection like he had. After 'nuking' the bacon she went across the kitchen again to get a hold of milk and orange juice for her parents.

Fleur had taken a bite of her pancakes and not found anything particularly wrong with them so she'd opted to continue eating. She glanced at her daughter as she poured her orange juice for her. "Why have you done this for us, Vickie?" she asked curiously as Vickie sat down, having already eaten. Victorie beamed and shifted around in her seat with evident excitement.

"So we can get there as soon as possible. I want to be there right away!" she cried. Bill grinned at Fleur. "We only have four more hours before the train leaves, it'll take at least one hour to set up the portkey, and you two need to get ready, that'll take around thirty minutes or so. Eating this might take about another half hour, seeing as I've made seconds if it's good---"

"It's very good Vickie, well done." Bill interrupted and then went back to eating, while watching his daughter plan things with that same amused glint in his eye.

"---Right. So you'll want seconds. So that's another half hour. And we need to wait for the portkey to activate, that'll take about fifteen minutes. So that means that once we get there I'll have an hour and fifteen minutes to explore and you two have a decent amount of time to see me off." she explained breathlessly.

"Mondeiu, you certainly have put a fair amount of work into this, haven't you?" questioned Fleur who was finishing up her pancakes as Victorie piled a few more onto her plate. Victorie nodded.

"For three months I've been figuring this out exactly." This didn't surprise Bill or Fleur. Within her own little world and the things she cared about, Victorie was known for being meticulous. A raging perfectionist when it came to her talents, she wouldn't stop until she was completely and utterly satisfied with her work. Victorie took her parent's plates once they were done and took them to the sink. Fleur, however, decided to save her daughter the trouble of washing the dishes, as she'd already worked so hard that particular morning.

"Scourgify." And the plates were clean. Bill went up to his room, got dressed, and went outside to help the other local wizards set up the portkey. There was a fair amount in the general area, some of which had children, so they'd be using it as well. Victorie trailed along, asking questions and wondering if any of the other kids were there as well. Her uncle George and her Aunt Angelina, who lived in the general area and would be using the same portkey, had a daughter who was the same age as her, and she'd been Victorie's best friend for most of the childhood so it was only natural that Victorie had wondered if she was there.

She was in fact. George and Angelina were there as well, arguing over which way was better to check and see if it was working or not. The portkey was a florescent orange Frisbee that looked entirely unremarkable to her, though she knew that it would, in fact, take her to their destination. Her cousin, Titania, was a portly young girl with her hair pulled back in corn rows, who's remarkable blue eyes sparkled with kindness. Her dark face, hardly visible in the shadows of the large willow tree she was sitting under, was drawn up in a smile as she waved Victorie over to come sit with her. Victorie grinned and ran over to sit down. She chuckled as she looked at Titania's parents.

"How long until Uncle George gives up?" she questioned with a smirk. Her uncle George could never stay angry at Angelina for too long. It just hurt him to see her pretty face contorted in rage, apparently.

"A sickle says another minute and a half." Titania said as she folded her arms. Victorie crossed her legs and got comfortable.

"You're on." she replied. And within another minute and a half, George had stopped and was now listening to what Bill had to say on the subject of the portkey, which Angelina seemed to agree with. Victorie reached into her pocket. "I'll pay you when it's time to go. My change purse is back at home."

Titania nodded. "Okay. But I'm holding you to it."

"BILL!" called Fleur's magically enhanced voice from the cabin. "COME BACK HERE AND PUT YOUR GOOD CLOTHES ON! IT'S ALMOST TIME TO GO!"

Bill sighed and looked to his younger brother and his wife. "I'll be back in a moment; Fleur can't leave the house if at least one of us aren't looking good." Victorie heard this and then stood up against the tree.

"Will you get my trunk, papa? I forgot to bring it with us." Bill nodded and then disapparated. George sighed and then folded his arms.

"You girls excited."

"YES!" cried Titania and Victorie in union. Angelina rushed forwards and wrapped her arms around the two girls.

"Oh, I just can't bare to see you two leaving! What are we going to do without you?" she cried.

"Have a life?" asked George. Angelina hit him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. Titania and Victorie looked at each other and rolled their eyes, though Titania's parents may have seemed at odds with each other, both of the girls knew that they had a stronger relationship than they could shake a stick at. A few minutes passed, then Bill and Fleur showed up with Victorie's trunk, along with the neighbors that lived down the dirt road from them, the Macmillans. Ernie, who was two years younger than Uncle George, was relatively pompous, but he had a good heart from what Victorie could tell. Sometimes they'd have gatherings in the muggle village nearby where Victorie and Titania were forced to hang out with his unbearably snooty daughter Julia, who believed that she was friends with Victorie and Titania. She was not.

Julia strolled up to the two other girls, her scarlet hair framing her face in delicate ringlets. Her pink woolen sweater with a butterfly on it presented proudly over a white blouse. She smiled what one would believe to be sweetly and then blew kisses at the other two, as was her manner. "Hello, ladies." Julia seemed to believe that she was mature. This was also something she was not.

"We're eleven, Macmillan." muttered Victorie. Julia gave a tinkering little laugh and left to go stand with her father. A moment or two later, Bill and Fleur apparated to the portkey and called Titania and Victorie foreword. Bill grabbed it, as did Fleur, Uncle George, Aunt Angelina, Ernie Macmillan, and Julia. The two other girls looked at each other for a moment and then grabbed the portkey as well. For a moment it seemed as if the eight of them were just standing there looking very silly but then it was as if they were all on a merry-go-round without horses. Then, it was if they were on a merry-go-round without horses that was speeding out of control, then it was as if they were caught in a tornado.

And then, they were somewhere completely different. Platform 9 3/4. Today was the day that Victorie, Titania, and Julia were going to Hogwarts for the very first time.

Shaking her head to get rid of the feeling of dizziness that she was experiencing, Victorie looked around in astonishment. There were tons of people everywhere of all ages, shapes, sizes and colours. Then, she caught sight of the huge scarlet train with purple smoke leaking out of the smoke stack. Victorie felt the urge to rush over and jump on and get to Hogwarts right away. She grinned a grin of raging anticipation, as did Titania and Julia. She was about to run when a strong hand caught her tiny shoulder. Her father grinned down at her.

"Papaaaa...I wanna goooo..." she cried staring at the train as if worried it would up and leave without her. Bill and Fleur chuckled.

"You're not afraid in the slightest? You know you won't see us until Christmas holidays." he pointed out. Victorie shook her head.

"Of course I'm not! And I can still write, can't I?" she replied, desperately staring at the hulking steam engine train.

Titania was another story. Victorie could see her buried so far into a hug from her parents she thought she might never see her again. "I'm scared, mum!" she exclaimed worriedly. She and Uncle George laughed.

Fleur turned her head away from her cousin and looked down at Victorie. "You know if you do not like it, you can always go to Beauxbatons like I did. She is a magnificent school." she said. Victorie nodded.

"Don't fill her head with that nonsense, Fleur. Everyone knows that Beuxbatons is for pansies." Bill joked. Fleur looked mock angry.

"Say zat to my face, you Hogwartian Barbarian!" she raised her voice slightly. When she seemed angry, it was harder for Fleur to control her English. Victorie rolled her eyes and sighed. Her parents both hugged her and kissed her.

"We'll see you at Christmas." said Bill firmly. "You run along now, Titania's waiting for you over by the train, see?"

Victorie grinned. "I love you both!" She dragged her trunk to the train like Titania had and left it like Titania had, for the workers to pick up. Titania giggled.

"I'm so excited." she squealed. Victorie nodded excitedly. Their parade was rained upon, however, when Julia leaned out of the compartment nearest to them.

"Come on, you two, I've got us a compartment right here." Titania and Victorie looked at eachother haplessly. The look on Titania's face said she also wanted to get away from Julia as soon as possible.

"Actually, we were going to explore the train a bit." said Titania shrugging. Julia blinked.

"Oh, all right then, I'll come with you." Julia left the compartment and then walked up to them. The two girls looked like they were about to pull out their hair, but out of politeness, didn't show this to Julia. "Would you mind if we made a quick stop off at the bathroom? I need to freshen up." Excellent. This was a prime opportunity to ditch Julia. Victorie and Titania nodded and the three of them set off to the bathroom, that Julia apparently knew the location of. Within a few minutes of walking past other, older students, some robed, some not, they reached the bathroom. Julia opened the door. "I'll be out in a sec." With the click of the lock, Titania and Victorie knew that they had the opportunity to get away. They turned and started walking away in the other direction.

Within a few seconds, however, they were hit with a "Where're you going?" so they knew they needed to make their escape now if they knew what was good for them. Victorie and Titania knew they had to split up if they wanted to make a clean getaway. Titania continued to head down the hall, hiding behind various students as she went. Victorie, however, hid behind a crowd of second years that shielded her from view and ran into a compartment. After slamming the door shut, Victorie panted heavily and closed her eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" sneered a voice. Instantly Victorie knew that she'd run into the wrong compartment. She opened her eyes and looked up. Boys, five of them, all of whom were older than her by at least two years. They were already robed, and Victorie's poor little heart only beat faster when she saw what house they were in. They were Slytherins. One of the boys scoffed.

"Isn't it obvious, Flint, you daft prick?" said the boy, who had a cold, domineering presence about him that was only amplified by his shocking height. Though he didn't look older than thirteen, he was easily six feet tall. Victorie would hate to see what he'd look like after puberty. His thick black hair slicked back and pulled into a ponytail. "She's an ickle firstie."

This seemed to liven up the mood considerably. The boys leered at her and grinned evilly. "Ooh. You can see it in her face that she wants to be a Griffindor." said one who was pacing back and forth. Victorie felt like a cornered animal she shook like a leaf. This only made the boys laugh harder.

"Bet she's a mudblood, eh Rookwood?" one boy said to the pony tailed boy.

"No, I think I've seen her before, Nott." said another. "Lives up at Shell Cottage, don't she? A Weasley!"

Most of the boys said "Ohhhh" in union. A big burly boy, who'd been sitting by the window through all of this stepped forward. "You know what we do to people like Weasleys aound here, girlie." It was at that moment that the door flew open and thin, warm hands were put on Victorie's shoulders.

"The same thing you do to Lovegoods who're teaching you in remedial potions?" a faraway, feminine voice asked.

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