Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling not me, I'm just borrowing her characters!

Note: Hope you like this its some of my earliest work. I didn't want to write a French accent so lets just say Fleur has been living in England so long that she lost her French accent! Also I had to make up some of my own characters for this so here's a list of Bill and Fleur's children and their ages:

Victoire- 17

Alastor- 15

Luc- 12

Amélie- 7

Zac- 3

Chapter 1

"MOM!" Victoire screamed down the stairs. "Mom," she called again thundering downstairs.

"What is it Victoire?" Fleur asked as Victoire stormed into the kitchen.

"Not what, who."

"Which one is it this time?"

"Luc, he was in my room going through my stuff."

"She's lying," Luc said running into the kitchen.

"No I'm not you little creep."

Victoire smacked Luc across the back of the head.

"Hey did you see that? She hit me."

"Look both of you stop! Luc stay out of Victoire's room and Victoire don't hit your brother."

"But Mom!" Victoire and Luc both complained.

"No buts," Fleur warned and she went outside to hang out the clothes.

"Daddy," said Victoire sweetly sitting down across from Bill.

"Yes?"

"You know the way I'm your first child and I never cause any trouble."

"Yeah right," snorted Luc

Victoire glared at him.

"What do you want Victoire?"

"Well there's a concert on this weekend and I really really want to go."

"You can't we need you to babysit."

"What?" Victoire said outraged.

"You don't need her dad, Al can babysit."

"You know for once the twerp makes sense Dad."

"Not happening," said Bill sternly.

"Why not?"

"I'm not leaving Al babysit Zac. Sorry Victoire but we don't have any other choice."

"But Daddy The Weird Sisters are only doing one concert and I really want to go."

Bill shook his head.

"Sorry Victoire, maybe next time."

"Ha ha," Luc sneered

Victoire threw him a murderous look.

"Uh-oh," Luc said and ran out of the kitchen Victoire close behind him.

Luc ran into the sitting room where Amélie was playing with Zac.

"If Victoire asks I'm not here ok," he said hiding behind the couch.

"Did Luc come in here?" Victoire asked running in her wand in her hand.

"Vic," Zac said as soon as he saw her and waddled over to her his arms in the air.

"Hey Zac," Victoire said pocketing her wand and picking up Zac.

"You cant hit me now," Luc said emerging from behind the couch.

"Breakfasts ready," Fleur called from the kitchen.

"Oh shut up Luc."

They all went in to the kitchen and sat down for breakfast.

"Victoire can you call Al please," Fleur asked taking Zac off of her and placing him in his high chair.

"AL!" Victoire called up the stairs

"Go up and get him or he'll never get up," Bill said.

"Fine," groaned Victoire.

She went upstairs and knocked on her younger brothers door.

"What?" came a sleepy voice within.

Victoire opened the door and went inside.

"Don't you ever clean this dump?" she said looking around at the mess her brothers room was in.

"If that's what you came in here to say then get lost."

"No Mum told me to come get you for breakfast."

"Ill be down in a minute."

Victoire tugged the blankets off Al's bed.

"Now."

Victoire went back downstairs and Al got up and dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast.

"Goo mornin," Zac greeted him cheerfully.

"Mornin," Al said sleepily sitting down across from Luc.

"What time did you come home at last night?" Fleur asked him.

"Ehh…not too late it was about half twelve."

"No, it was way later Al cause I went to bed at two and I, OW!" said Luc who had just received a kick under the table from Al.

"What time did you really get home at Al?"

"About half three."

"That's far too late Al."

"But it's the holidays."

"That doesn't matter. Your only fifteen, you can't be out that late."

"Fine," moaned Al, rolling his eyes.

"Hey Mum, can James come down today?" asked Luc.

"If it's ok with his parents."

"Cool I'll go and send him an owl," Luc said getting up from the table and going out to find his owl, Mike.

"Aww I hate when James comes down," groaned Amélie.

"Why? He's not as bad as know-it-all Tara," Victoire said

"Yeah but every time he comes down Luc and him play quidditch and never let me play. They say I'm too young."

"Well maybe it's best that you don't play with them Amélie. They are very rough."

"But I'm never going to be good unless I practise."

"You know when I was younger me and my brothers never let your auntie, Ginny play with us but she didn't let us stop her and she played professional quidditch," Bill said

"How did she get so good?"

"She practised by herself and then tried out for the school team and she made it."

Luc came rushing back in.

"Ok I sent Mike with a letter asking him."

"Well you better go clean your room then," Fleur said

"Do I have to?"

"Yes now go."

Luc dragged his feet upstairs.

"Come on Zac time for your nap," Fleur said picking up Zac and grabbing a bottle of milk off of the counter.

"So Vic, how's Teddy Bear?" Al teased

"Al," warned Bill

A/N: Thanks for reading and please review. If people like this story I will continue adding chapters to it.