Author's Note: Because someone had to! If this goes well, I plan to do her entire stay at Hogwarts. (Including her romance with le hot stuff, Teddy Lupin) Remember this is written by an eleven year old and thats the style I tried to emulate. Please R&R because I really do enjoy writing Victoire!

Maman: Mother, in french

Fleur: Flower

Petit: little

Cœur: Heart

Pardoner moi: Pardon me. Forgive me.

Je suis desole: I'm sorry.

My name is Victoire.

Victoire Gabrielle Weasley-Delacour and this is the stupidest thing I have ever had to face.

I have to run through a wall. I know that this will get me to platform nine and three quarters. And I know, in turn, I will get on a train and go to Hogwarts. But I've been standing in front of this brick wall for five minutes. Maman and Papa and Uncle Ron and Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione and Aunt Ginny and even silly little Dominique and Louis have managed to get past that wall. (Although in all fairness Dominique and Louis toddled, and they crash into walls all the time.)

Victoire, I tell myself, it's just a silly, stupid, dirty, solid looking brick wall.

One, two- shooooot. This is so not happening.

P-shink! P-shink!

Foot-steps at twelve o'clock, wait, six o'clock?

"Hey Vicky! Having some trouble?"

And this could not be more embarrassing…

I want to punch his stupid grin in, just cuz he's thirteen he thinks he can just smile at me all knowingly.

"No!" And stay with the calm feelings Vickster, just stay caaaaalm. "Yes! I can't get through this stupid wall! Even little baby Louis went through the wall."

Teddy smiles at me again, "The Muggles are staring. Let's go and get some ice cream to calm you down."

Ted knows me waaaay too well, so I go to retort that I don't need calming down and that I'm perfectly fine and maybe he should just go find his parents or something and leave me alone. But I don't say any of that. Teddy has no parents, or he did; they were Battle of Hogwarts heroes; Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin, but now they're dead. God. I am such a jerk sometimes, Could I be more callous?

Probably not.

"Ice cream sounds good actually."

I order Vanilla and he orders Java. I get mine with sprinkles and he gets his with gummy bears, which is actually a very disgusting combination, I know because we switched halfway through, and I told him it was disgusting but he just shrugged at me and said that he likes it. We switched back almost immediately after that.

"-And I'm in Hufflepuff, which is what my mum was in, and everyone's actually quite nice, which I suppose you'd suspect since it's the 'Nice' house and all."

"Tell me about Gryffindor."

"Well, they're brave and loyal and-"

"No", I shake my head emphatically, "Tell me about Gryffindor, the real Gryffindor, what are things like in there?"

"I don't know." Ted looks a little rumpled, "I. Am. In. Hufflepuff."

"You don't need to get all huffy, I'm just wondering."

My Daddy's face appears in the puddle of my ice cream, he had a blue sprinkle on his eyebrow which makes me snort and spit out the mouthful of ice cream I had just devoured.

"Where are you Victoire? The train is leaving in ten minutes and you are nowhere to be found, I thought if we just let you sort out your fear then-"

I cut him off. I assure him that me and Teddy will be there soon. At the sound of Teddy's name Daddy softens. He tells me he trusts Ted and that I had better be there before the train leaves. I peer up to see how Ted is reacting to my tongue lashing.

Poor Teddy! He's covered in sprinkles and ice cream and spit. I want to blush and apologize but all I end up doing is laughing my arse off. I tip back on my chair and laugh. He tries to be mad at me. But he can't. He just laughs too. At me probably.

We just wasted three minutes, if the train leaves without me; I will not only die but be grounded for life.

Damn I'm out of shape; I can barely keep up with Ted. This is absolutely ridiculous. I'm going to be sooo late and the headmaster will hate me and-

"Victoire, watch out!"

My cart bumps into the train.

Oh my. Oh my GOD, I made it. I made it through the wall and I didn't even notice it. "Victoire! Ma petite! Qu'est-ce que tu pense? Mon dieu! Where 'ave you been, silly girl?! Ma petite fleur, Mon cœur! Ma petit!" Maman is hugging me like there's no tomorrow.

"Pardoner moi, maman. Je suis desole!"

Teddy mouths 'Adieu, ma petit.'

I stick my tongue out at him.

It's James' first year too, we're going to be in Gryffindor together. Everyone and their mother are in Gryffindor so we, who have a claim to it, will be shoe-ins. I know it. I dream about it too. We- me and James, and two other boys who look just as scared as I feel -sleep on the train and I dream about being in Gryffindor. I can see Godric Gryffindor and everything and he's telling me that he's waiting for me and then-

I wake up and discover that James played connect-the-dots with the freckles on my shoulders and back. Of all the things to inherit from Daddy it had to be the freckles. Like an uneven tan all year round. My Maman's veela blood keeps them from attacking my face (only a faint dusting) but shoulders in particular are very susceptible to the little parasites.

Stupid James and his stupid pen and- Oh my god I have to change!

"James, get out! Out, out, out!"

"The world does not revolve around you, 'Strawberry Princess'! There are two other guys in here and no other girls. You get out."

So I do. James is such a jerk. He always calls me 'Strawberry Princess." He says it's because of my hair (Maman's genes trump Daddy's once again! I have what is referred to as strawberry blonde hair. I call it stupid and indecisive. Blonde or Red? Pick one.)

Anyway, he says it's because of my hair, but there's a doll that's popular in America right now that's call Strawberry Shortcake, and she's an idiot. James knows the name ticks me off. He says I'm spoiled. I just think he's an idiot.

And now I have to find a place to change.

First years change all the time on this train, right? All I have to do is find a room and ask if I can change in there with them. Which totally sounds like something a creeper would say. LAME.

"You got kicked out too, hu?"

A short blonde head peeks out of a curtain of strangely cut hair. I nod.

"I'm Sasha."

"Victoire."

"We're housing orphans in here." She giggles and leads me into a compartment. There are about six girls and all in various stages of undress. Some of them are older, they fill out their lacy bras. Not me. I have one training bra, it's probably less than a negative A and I barely fill it out. Soooo embarrassing. I tug my skirt on with unnecessary force.

The door is pushed open and I hear cat calls, all the girls try to cover themselves up. I flush a deep red. Where is my shirt? THIS IS INSAAAAAAANE.

I grab my wand; those stupid boys will pay. Those stupid boys will pay so bad they'll still be in debt when they graduate. I'm still in bare feet, my training bra and my Hogwarts skirt, but I raise my wand and yell, "PETRIFICUS FREAKING TOTALUS! STUPIFY!"

Daddy once told me that you can do everything in a spell completely right but if you don't want it, you will never make it happen.

The reverse is true as long as you know the spell on some level.

I know I want them to stop, and I want them to pay.

I try to run and punch at least one of the boys. My fists are flailing and I'm roaring to go, but one of the older girls grabs me around the stomach, picks me up about two feet and plops me back into the compartment like a rag doll.

The boys are freed and everyone finishes changing. For a long time no one says anything. I finish dressing and prepare to run away. One girl offers her hand though and another high fives me. My face is so red it practically glows. Thanks for that little codex in my DNA Daddy!

"What's your name?" One girl asks me.

"You've got some balls!" Says another.

I don't feel like I've got balls, but damned if I'm gonna argue… Besides it feels good to know I'm not a complete idiot. At least not on the first day of school.