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There was an excited hush over the platform that afternoon, a complete difference to the last time this many people had stood watching for the bright red engine to roll into the station. Adults of all ages stood in this crowd, couples held onto each other, single parents stood by themselves. There was even the odd larger group standing around, family gatherings and good friends, all waiting for the bright red steam train.

"Harry! There's the train!" exclaimed a beautiful red-haired woman as she turned to her husband and smiled. Others around followed in suit, shouting and pointing, and the lullaby of the tracks slowly drew to a close and the breaks screeched leaving the engine and its carriages no choice but to stop and allow its cargo onto the platform.

A clashing and banging of doors was shortly followed by older teenagers pushing their way out, so they didn't have t wait too long to start their summer. It wasn't long till the entire platform was filled, and it had become impossible to hear over the sound of children saying goodbye to friends they'd be seeing in a few weeks time, no doubt, and parents shouting and calling out for their children. Harry and Ginny Potter had learnt during their days at school that that was not the most sensible of ideas, and had a pre arranged place they had shown they eldest at the beginning of the year, and that was where they had met him after every term, and at the half term breaks. As they stood waiting for their 12yearold son to appear out of the crowd, Harry noticed his 17 year old godson striding towards them. Well it was more he saw his head bobbing in their general direction, as today he was roughly 6ft6 when stood flatfoot as he was at that moment.

"Ginny, are we taking Teddy home with us this year?" He found his mouth finding the words before he had time to even think himself.

"Not that I know of, why dear?" Ginny replied rather faintly, clearly her attentions where not on her husband, but more the whereabouts of their most mischievous child. Before Harry could answer his question Teddy was a matter of feet away and grinning broadly.

"Teddy! Had a good term? Gone for good eh. No need to ever set foot in there again! Bet you're relieved!" Harry smiled still trying to work out whether or not Andromeda had asked them to collect him for her. It was only as the boy drew closer did Harry realise he was carry something.

"Yeah something like that Harry, here can you hold her, Billy isn't the most trustworthy and I had to leave him with our trunks," handing over his bundle, which seemed so much bigger in Harry's arms then it was in Teddy's, Teddy retraced his footsteps back to the train.

"Look, Dad, look what Professor Longbottom gave me to look after over the summer!" A cheerful nudge at his side, and Harry snapped his head around to see what Neville had given James. It looked rather like a small fat cactus that sighed and let out small amounts of pus for random pours covering its greenery.

"Wow, you must be good then, you know what Nev's like with his plants, I remember something he had whilst we were at school, bloody thing kept exploding this disgusting yellowish goo every so often over all our..." a sudden realisation came over Harry at the plants possible identity, but he couldn't remember what Neville had said it was called, it had been so long ago. " Never mind, ready to go home kiddio?"

"Yup, just one thing Dad, why are you holding Victoire?"


She was always a slightly weird child, possibly she was just that way out, but Harry and Ginny shared one common belief the whole family seemed to share, it was Bill's fault. Dominique and Louis were both fairly normal healthy children, but Victoire was dark, there was no other way of saying it. She had a wicked sense of humour and a tongue as sharp and as quick as silver, not to mention a temper that even made Hermione shy away and back out of an argument when it had be turned on her one Christmas. Her tendencies towards tainted and twisted thoughts were only heightened when at shell cottage, which, in Harry's mind, sealed his thoughts on it being Bill's fault.

Bill never wanted his eldest to be a girl, but neither did he resent her, he just did everything in his power to push her into something he knew about. So he could be the 'dad you can look up too' type of dad. The very moment Victoire had shown any interest in flying, he had carted her off to her first Quiditch match, she was only 3. The rules had flow as high over her head as the pretty little flying people flew over the ground. She had 'Oooooooo'-ed and 'Ahhhhhhhhhh'-ed at the swoops and dives, and Bill had taken her fascination to be a longing to get up there and fly alongside them one day, and began training his little girl to be the best thing on a broom, since muggles kindly invented T.V.'s for wizard's entertainment.

"Poor little pixie," Ginny sighed as she wrapped a quilt over her niece's lean body, for Victoire's warmth, and because the scars along her back from years of athletic abuse made Ginny feel sick. Stroking her flame red hair, as she had done so many times before, Ginny turned her head to face Harry, who was hunched over a piece of parchment, no doubtly writing another letter to Bill, that he would, undoubtly, never send. "Harry? Could Victoire stay here over summer?" a grunt answered her, and Ginny deemed it wise not to push the subject too far while her husband was in such a state. "Oh bloody hell! We didn't stay around long enough for her trunk, or her bloody dog. Remind me to drop by Andromeda's in the morning to get them for her." Again another grunt signalled she hadn't been totally ignored, he had noticed she was speaking, just not that she was saying anything.


"Harry! I know you're up, I saw the curtains twitch!" came the voice at the door. He'd been there most of the night, Ginny had fallen asleep upstairs on Lily's bed, James and Albus snored peacefully, and Harry sat in an armchair next to the window watching the little life form on the sofa in front of him. She was the most extraordinary witch Harry had ever had the pleasure of meeting, and, very likely, the most powerful witch he had ever or was ever going to meet. He was pretty sure, if given the correct way to, if she had gone back in time, she would have given Voldemort a run for his money. Harry smiled to himself at the image he had just conjured. Harry had sent the best part of the last 3years trying to work out why this young witch was as temperamental as she was, so untrusting, so unforgiving. There was one he knew of, who could have given him the answers he seeked straight away, and he was at the door. Ignoring the hammering, he continued to think about Victoire's life so far. Showing clear signs of magic at just a few days old, by the age of 4 she could manipulate her magic without the needs of wand, just a worthy target, not to mention she could fly at a third year level. By 6 she has bored herself with 'normal' magic and had turned her hand to elemental magic. She taught herself the skills she needed to master fire, the only one which completely obeyed her orders. And by the time she entered Hogwarts, she already knew every spell they could teach her, and just used the time as an excuse to perform some particularly nasty curses and some particularly nasty opponents. A stranger child there wasn't. A more intelligent being, he very much doubted there was.

And, Oh, her beauty! She had never bothered brewing a love potion, even when instructed once in lesson, she had retorted with 'I'm never going to need one and I know the theory behind so why should I, just so you can get a date?'. At only 5ft3, she was no Supermodel, but a slender, athletic size 6, pale, almost translucent skin, that seemed to glow was a slivery aura, eyes as blue as the sky in the middle of June, and the characteristic Wealsey flame of hair that flopped in layers to just below her shoulders and a choppy, punkish fringe that cover her left eye. Normally she charmed the scars on her back, shoulders and neck to smooth them out, but it was obvious that she hadn't had the energy over the past few days as the scars appeared deeper then Harry had ever seen them.

At last he couldn't ignore Teddy's beating of the front door any longer, and let his godson into the house. Bolting through the door, Teddy didn't acknowledge Harry; he just continued his way through the first floor looking for Victoire. Once he had found her Harry had returned to his chair, and Teddy gently cuddle the little body close to him, but continued to babble frantically about nothing of importance to Harry.

"Has she woken up at all?" Teddy suddenly turned his attention towards Harry, his eyes wide with, what could only be described as, fear.

"Yeah, I think," answered Harry, trying to think about the night's progress, even if it was just to calm the wolven blood that coursed though Ted Lupin's veins. "She sort of stuck her head up around five-ish when Al fell on her, looked round, told him to 'shove off' then went back to sleep, why?" Teddy's worry eased, if only slightly, and he didn't look willing to divulged into what had gone on. Teddy continued to ignore Harry as he gently lifted Victoire's head and shifted his collar allowing her to nuzzle at his neck. "Teddy?" Harry's eyebrows were raised now, as Victoire happily nuzzled and nipped Teddy's bare neck. She settled once more, and Harry pushed further.

"Toire isn't exactly an angel you know?" He finally sighed, Harry did not answer as it was quiet clear the question was rhetorical. "Well a few weeks ago, she got in some trouble, not the normal stuff, she really messed up." Teddy looked down at Victoire's semi conscious, softly breathing form, sighed once more, then turned to look back at Harry. "She'll kill me for telling you this. His name was Chris, Chris Notbell; he's a Slytherin in my year, slimy bugger at the best of times, but a ladies' man all the same. He fell for Toire back in her second year. She gave in to him a few weeks ago. And well you know how things go, but to put in blankly, they had an issue, and Notbell didn't like it, so he turned heels and ran."

"But I thought it was 'Teddy and Toire forever'?" Harry questioned.

"It was, well sort of, look I can't say I'm not pissed off at her, but neither can I say I never want to see her again. She's my little Angel, my Bec." He looked lovingly and stroked her hair, causing her to wriggle and nip him again. "It wasn't right what she did, but I haven't exactly been the world's greatest boyfriend either.

We had to sort out the issue, poor little Bec asked for my help, so I found a way everything could go back to normal. And it worked! Well for a few weeks, then she started getting really lethargic, she could barely get out of bed some days. I just thought it was Toire being Toire. But then when I got home tonight, I looked it up just to make sure. It's a reaction to the potion, after it did its job, it started attack her veela blood, sort of turning her into a type of vampire." Harry shot out of his chair and rushed towards the couple, suddenly understanding why Teddy had moved Victoire into this position, determined to pull them away before she bit him. "Harry! Please calm down! It's not like that. It's a sort of hybrid, from what I can gather, it's temporary, but I don't know how long it's going to last. She'll still be able to live as normal, apart from need blood every few weeks. It's the body's way of replacing the blood quickly and efficiently. I just need to find a way to get her to feed, otherwise I might as well be class as a murderer." He finished with a heavier sigh then before, and resumed trying to coax Victoire into biting him.


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