The I in Family
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Dominique and Victoire Weasley throughout the years, maybe they were doomed from the very start. Vic/Teddy/Molly + DomSander
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Part {2} of {Love of a story}, my NaNoWriMo project
Family ties- for my brother and my cousin Chloe {you're like my sister, dude C:}
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First impressions.
{Victoire, age; 7, Dom, newborn}
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Victoire couldn't understand what all the fuss was about; surely this new baby the grown-ups seemed to be so preoccupied couldn't be that important. It couldn't be more important than her; she was Mummy's girl, Daddy's princess and Grandma's little helper. This new baby wouldn't be able to do all of that, Victoire was sure. Besides, wasn't it bad enough that she had to put up with Molly stealing all her attention? She had a feeling that this baby was going to be more attention stealing than Molly and more annoying than James, Fred and Roxanne put together, when they were fighting over the toy broom.
Her feet swiped across the floor {swishswish} as she waited for Daddy to come back. Victoire had no idea why it took so long to get the baby out, surely they just cut open Mummy's tummy? It was taking forever and they wouldn't let her go too. Victoire really didn't like that, she usually got to see everything, this was just another way that thing would ruin everything; she was stuck out here in the waiting room {very appropriate name, Victoire thought}. It was just like Molly stealing everybody away from her, even though Victoire couldn't quite remember she was certain that she had been picked up and cuddled a lot more before Molly was born. This baby would be worse than Rose or Albus or James or Fred or Roxanne or Lucy or even Molly because this time it would be her parents that would be giving baby the most attention.
Victoire's thoughts were interrupted by the reappearance of a beaming Bill Weasley, which had the whole waiting room which was consequently packed with every Weasley relative from Great Aunt Muriel {who just happened to be in town} who was still tottering around announcing to the world her age and therefore her need for a seat, right down to the month old bundle in Percy's arms {Lucy}, on its feet. Well, Albus was lying peaceful in his mother's arms, giggling into his blanket as he watched Roxanne whack his elder brother around the head with the coveted broomstick, while Fred and James plotted how best to gang up on the {not so} unsuspecting Roxanne and Victoire remained in her chair, swishing her feet along the floor.
"Well?" Ginny asked, excitement mounting in her voice as she broke the tense silence.
"You have a new niece, Dominique Ginerva Weasley," Bill's voice was a few hundred decibels too loud for a hospital ward and several disapproving glances were received and ignored. A few seconds later though, the decibel level was completely destroyed as the Weasley-Potter clan broke into celebration, with Audrey letting out a 'whoop' the like of which hadn't been heard from her since last season when the Ballycastle Bats won the league.
Seconds later Bill was hit by a bludger, well his little sister and he only had time to look up and see that Albus had been passed to Harry out of harm's way before the rest of the family followed Ginny's example and launched themselves at Bill, James and Fred stopped their ambush to join in and Percy, fearful, that she would get trampled by the stampeding adults was attempting to hold Molly back, while looking for his wife amongst the crowd and trying not to drop his youngest daughter.
Only Victoire wasn't in the middle of it all.
It was the very worst possible ending Victoire could've imagined. Another girl? At least if it had of been a boy it couldn't have worn any of her dresses or anything but now it could and suddenly, without ever even having met the baby Victoire hated it. She especially hated the way everyone reacted to the news. It was as if they were pleased that her replacement had arrived.
When Bill finally detached himself from the crowd, surrounding him and offering congratulations, he found Victoire still sitting on the very same chair, her feet still {swishswishswishing} on the floor and a frown on her face. Bill didn't know what to do, he knew Victoire was jealous of the new baby but he and Fleur had hoped that her jealousy would disappear when she seen her new baby sister. In the end he did the only thing he could think of,
"Do you want to come and see baby Dominique, Victoire?"
Victoire wasn't sure. Did she really want to see this new baby? She might as well, she figured, she needed to size up her competition. So she nodded and took the hand Bill was offering.
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The first thing Victoire noticed about her the hospital room that, for now, housed her mummy and new baby sister, was that it smelt bad, like cleaning stuff. She didn't like it bit she was too happy to see her mummy at the moment to care what the room smelt like.
Fleur smiled as her eldest daughter jumped up and down, all the while giving her mother hugs, she quite mistakenly thought that Victoire had gotten over her jealousy and was excited to see her new baby sister.
"Do you want to hold your baby sister, Victoire?"
The little girl shrugged non-committedly but accepted the little bundle when it was set in her arms. Victoire stared at the baby for a long time, trying to figure out what made her so special, surely every baby looked like this? Besides the baby didn't even have {pretty} blonde hair like Victoire's and Mummy's, she had flaming red hair just like her daddy and the rest of his siblings. The scheming side of Victoire's brain was already at work, she could use this baby like her own life-sized doll and when it was older she could get it to follow her around and she'd be able to get it to do what she wanted. She was starting to like the idea of having a baby sister very much, especially this one, since it wasn't as pretty as she was, it hadn't got her lovely shiny blonde hair, so it didn't have much chance of overshadowing her.
Yes, right now she was starting to like her little sister.
