Chronicles of a French Girl and a Half Breed
Chapter One
The first time I noticed her was Fourth year. She was in second. Despite the difference in age, I fell in love. I had known she existed. We may as well have been cousins, but we weren't. Her uncle was my godfather. With both of my parents dead, he was the only fatherly person I could turn to, but I didn't turn to him for this. I kept my little secret until I knew she loved me too.
The steam swirled around the brilliant engine as Victiore kissed her mother and father good-bye. She kissed her little brother Louis on the top of the head and hugged her sister Dominique. Fleur and Bill Weasley waved good-bye to both her and myself. That is when she noticed me. We had known each other for years, but never had it been like this. She said as she approached me slowly, "Hello Teddy. How's you're grandmother doing?" I nodded at her and told her that Grandmother was well. She was the only family I had left.
We went our separate ways. Never had Victiore and I had a complete conversation inside school. Well, the age difference could have contributed because fourth years aren't usually seen associating with second years, but I knew that I wanted Victiore from the start. The way her long silvery blonde hair hung down on he shoulders made her look like an angel. She had inherited her mother's looks. Only Louis seemed to look remotely like Bill. As I walked to sit with the other fourth years, the stunning image of the Weasley girl stuck in my head.
Finally the train stopped and we got off. I heard my friends calling my name and walked over to them. Victiore was just alighting the steaming engine with a few of her second year friends. In the misty moonlight she looked even better than before. I knew I had to get this girl fast. I had fallen head over heels in love. She looked up and saw me staring at her. The Weasley girl smiled at me. Nothing could dull the happiness I suddenly felt. That simple smile was an indication that Victiore did not hate me. She had a chance to actually like me.
The Great Hall was packed by the time us fourth years got in. Victiore was already seated near the front. I found myself searching every inch of the table until I saw her silvery hair. I smiled as I heaped food onto my plate. Harry always said I ate like a pig, but hey, I am a guy! I ate at his house about three or four times a week. Sometimes more. He and Ginny don't seem to mind too much. As I started on my mountain of food, thoughts ran through my head. I was going to ask Victiore out this year. I knew I was two years older, but in love, age doesn't matter.
The feast was finished and we parted. I hadn't said a word to her since that morning at 11:00. I had no idea how hard it would be for a fourth year to catch a second year in the hall. The whole year, my fourth and her third, I talked to her three times, three glorious times. I never had the guts to ask her out. To tell the truth I was a bit scared. Her father was a Weasley and I learned that Weasley's don't like they're daughters or sisters being dated. I've heard stories from Harry about when Ginny started going out with people.
I left school for my grandmother, Andromeda Tonks', house with a goal. Next year I would ask out Victiore Weasley.
Chapter TwoMy summer was spent mostly at Harry and Ginny's house. They had a quaint, little cottage in Godric's Hollow. I liked it with them. It seemed so much less lonely then at my Grandmother's house. When it was time to return to school I remembered my goal. Victiore would be mine this year.
Bill and Fleur walked onto the platform. Baby Louis squirmed in Bill's arms as Fleur was giving her girls kisses. It was Dominique's first year. The two Weasley girls stepped onto the train and I knew at that moment that I would not get my chance on the train. I reluctantly sat with my fifth year friends and waited impatiently for our ride to be over. The guys thought I seemed down, but I told them nothing.
When the lunch car came by, I saw Victiore. She and her sister had come to buy some lunch, as had I. I said hello to the girls and went on my way. Immediately I regretted not staying to chat. I thought to myself, 'Why are you such an idiot Ted Lupin? You could have talked to her, but you left!'
The ride was finally over and I watched the sisters alight together. They seemed in deep conversation. I got off with my fellow fifth years, but I was still eyeing Victiore. She was hugging her sister as Dominique got into a boat with the other first years. She walked, alone, to the carriages. I took the opportunity and sat with her in the carriage. She looked up as I entered and a smile formed on her face.
She said in a cheerful manner, "Hello Teddy! How are you?" I smiled back at her.
My reply was short and simple, "Hello! I am quite fine thank you. How have you been?" She answered that she was well. Louis had gone to St. Mungo's for a poison scare. Bill had left some of his work on the kitchen counter and the pesky two year old had eaten it. He was sick for a few days, but turned out fine. The sisters were worried that something might happen while they were away at school.