A/N: Hah. I was in an odd mood today, so this happened. The grammar sucks. I know.

Disclaimer: I don't own Victoire or Teddy.

For Eternity. For forever and a day.

It was funny, really, how minutes would turn into hours. Those hours into days. Days into weeks, weeks into months. Months into years. Years would turn into fifty years. And when you looked back, it really all seemed like just yesterday. Just one long, stretched-out moment, a moment of flawed, tangible, perfection.

Life never stopped for her, you know. It kept going. You wanted to say? Sucks to be you, because it didn't. Life did, however, allow her to go back to it. She could relive it, almost. The happy memories, the sad memories. The heart-wrenching memories. They all played, almost like a movie.

Victoire and Teddy spent every spare moment together. Whenever they could, they were together. It was nothing major. Sitting on the couch, side by side. Playing a game of wizard's chess. Watching each other work.

Really. It was nothing grand. But it was the reassurance of each other, both being there.

You see, Victoire and Teddy didn't love each other. Their bond went something deeper than that.

Because love was just a feeling, and age was just a number.

They were eternal, they were one. Separation, without knowing the other was safe, was physically painful for them.

And so they often spoke of this.

"Teddy, we're getting old," she would say.

"Vic, we'll never be old. We'll always be those carefree teenagers, who chased each other through the snow. The children who fired accidental spells at each other when we got mad," he would reply.

She would sigh in reply.

But it didn't matter, you see.

Because Victoire loved Teddy. And Teddy loved Victoire. Together, they loved everything that was theirs. Everything. Humans and belongings. And likewise, the humans and belongings loved them back.

It was like a circle. There was no beginning, there was no end. It just... was. It always had been. And it always will be.

For eternity. For forever and a day.

And she would complain, "Teddy, everyone is leaving us."

And he would tell her, "Victoire, they're still with us. They just have others as well now."

And she would sigh in reply.

And then she would worry. And Teddy would ask her, "what's wrong?"

And she would answer, "Teddy, I'm scared. I'm scared of... of... not having you."

He would only chuckle in reply, and shake his head.

And one day, during a conversation like this before bedtime, when both were elderly.

"Teddy, I think it's time."

"I love you."

"I know you do."

"Victoire, you'll never lose me. I'll always be, for eternity. For forever. And a day."

"I know I won't. Are you scared of what's to come?"

"Yes. But if you hold my hand?"

And she smiled, and took his hand. They lay down next to each other, and she rested her head in the little crook between Teddy's head and neck. And they ceased life, together.

But she was not just his wife.

The same way he was not just her husband.

They were something much deeper. Much more alive. And their cousins' children found them, one day. They looked like they were sleeping. But the young woman knew better. She smiled, had them buried together.

And from somewhere up in the sky, a blonde-hair-blue-eyed woman and a turquoise-hair-violet-eyed man looked down at her. They were teenagers, twenty years old again.

They danced, happily. They acted like carefree children again, when nothing could go wrong. And that way they stayed.

For eternity. For forever and a day.