Victoire never understood why everyone was always so sad on her birthday.
She turned six today, but it wasn't very fun.
For one, Teddy wasn't there. When Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny arrived, they had James, but no Teddy. The turquoise haired boy was absent from the gathering- and he was always here.
And second, nobody was happy. They would crack a pained smile at the blonde, but nothing else.
"It ez a sad day," her mother would say in her French accent. "It's ze day your Uncle Fred died."
But it's my birthday, Victoire would think when her mum went back to feeding her little brother Louis.
"Victoire," a soft voice called from the doorway.
She spun around to see Uncle Harry standing there in jeans, shirt, and jacket. He crouched down to her height and threw his arms wide to her.
She ran headfirst into his arms and he stood up. Uncle Harry spun her around wildly, just like he did when she was little.
When he stopped, he looked her right in the eye and said the words she had been waiting all day for.
"Happy birthday, Victoire."