Prologue

I cuddled up close to the older boy, and as I felt him kiss my forehead I sighed softly. I couldn't imagine loving anyone else, but of course he didn't know this. He wasn't interested in love, or so he said. It just wasn't something he wanted. He told me that he had a life ahead of him that he wanted to live, see the world. Do things. He didn't want to settle down. I was horribly afraid that he might never want to settle down, but of course I didn't voice this fear. He had a lot going for him, and to just tell him that I wanted to be with him, to take him away from all those hopes and dreams, it was very, very selfish. I wasn't capable of doing it.

"Victoire?" his voice humbled into my hair, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"What are you thinking 'bout?" he asked, curling my blond hair around his finger absently.

I looked up at him and smiled, "Just about girly stuff that you wouldn't like to know about." I replied, knowing he'd leave it at that. He wasn't very enthusiastic about girl things, or love.

He shook his head, "Why can't you think of more interesting things?"

I looked up at him with a glare, "How are my interests not 'interesting'?"

He grinned, "Well, you can't expect me to like things like shopping and manicures, now can you?"

"Prey tell, Teddy, what would you consider interesting then?"

He shrugged, "I don't know, Quidditch? Everyone can enjoy it, and everyone understands it."

She pulled away from him, "Quidditch is a violent and dangerous sport where people fly around in the sky hitting and passing balls while two separate people look for a golden stitch."

"It's called a snitch, not a stitch, Vic."

"Whatever!"

Teddy grunt and folded his arms over his chest, while I huffed and mimicked him, only looking away and not meeting his eyes. Our fights were so stupid at times, but I couldn't help but yell at him at times. I, being part veela, had a fairly short temper. My family constantly told me, however, that they were very happy that I hadn't inherited my mother's obnoxious, self-centered nature.

"Victoire, are we seriously fighting about Quidditch again?" Teddy finally asked.

I looked at him for a moment and saw he had his trademark crooked smile stretch across his face. I couldn't hold back a smile of my own and laughed softly, "Yes, I guess we are."

I moved back over to him and leaned against his chest and his arms wrapped around my waist possessively. "So are you coming to the show tonight?" he whispered into my head, sending tingles down my spine.

Teddy was in a band, and he was pretty popular by now. He sometimes even let me guest sing with him, though only when he needed me. I usually always went to watch him, and tonight would be no exception.

"Of course I am." I replied.

I could feel him smiling against my neck, "Good."

000

That night I watched Teddy sing, looking up at him with unguarded eyes. It was my only time when I really could look at him and let my feelings show so openly, because I knew he wouldn't be looking at me. No, he'd be looking at his people, his fans, and he'd be too far in his own world notice any emotions in my eyes. Everything went well, and I happy for him, and from the look on his face at the end of the show I could tell that he was happy with himself—or as happy as he could be. He expected so much from himself, more than I thought might even be possible.

As I made my way onto the backstage I had a large smile on my face, but as I entered Teddy's dressing room I froze in my tracks. Someone unfamiliar was embracing him, kissing him, and from the looks of it he was kissing her back. I gasped and stumbled backwards. His eyes opened for a moment, and when they connected with mine the girl was pushed away from him.

"Victoire, it isn't how it looks…" he tried to explain, reaching out a hand to touch me, but a recoiled in total and utter disgust.

"You bastard! How could you have just been snogging her like no tomorrow right in front of me, and then try and tell me it isn't what it looks like?!"

He looked torn, and I saw for the first time a look of helplessness on his face, but I ignored it. "I can't believe you would do this to me! After all of our time together, everything we've done, we've said… did it even mean anything to you?" my voice gradually grew softer, and it broke as the first of my sobs escaped my lips.

"Of course it did Vic! I meant every word that I've ever said to you!"

"Well you sure have a ruddy way of showing it, don't you?" I accused once again before turning and hurrying away from the room.

"No, Victoire, wait!" I heard him call after me, and then the pounding of feed on the floor. Before he could come any closer I was also sprinting away, taking the steps out onto the back alley two at a time and pushing the door open. Once I hit the alley I span on the spot and with a loud POP disapperated.

I arrived at my parent's living room, and as I landed and stormed out and towards my bedroom without saying a word to them I knew they must be confused. I heard my mother calling after me, but I ignored her, whipping at the tears that continued to stream down my face. Slamming my bedroom door shut and locking it quickly I threw myself onto my bed and cried into my pillows. Shortly after I heard a loud knocking on the front door, and when my father answered I heard the very distinct voice of Teddy. In minutes there was a knocking on my own bedroom door.

"Vic? Love, let me in. I need a chance to defend myself." His voice carried into my room.

"GO AWAY!" I cried, pulling myself into the fetus position.

"Please Victoire."

I looked up from my pillows and let my eyes glare at the door, "Go to hell!"

"Victoire! Just let me in and I can explain what happened." He was sounding desperate, and slightly agitated.

Without thinking I picked up a handheld talking mirror, which she chucked at the door and broke into a million little peaces with a loud crash and shatter, "I never want to see you again Ted Remus Lupin!"

I could hear her mother and father starting to speak loudly to the metamorphmagus, and after I heard the front door slam loudly I knew that he had been sent away. I looked down at the mirror and sighed, "Reparo." The mirror mended, and then I accioed it to me, where it told me how very displeased it was with me. I ignored it, laying it facedown on my bedside table.

I cried into my pillow for the rest of the night, not sleeping at. I was woken by a knock on her door, and the soft voice of my mother.

"Victoire, yoo eed to eat." She said softly. I ignored my mother, and after several minutes I hear her set a tray outside my door.

As nine o'clock came around I suddenly felt a swirling in my stomach, and I quickly stumbled off of my head, the blood rushing to my head quickly and blacking out my eyesight momentarily as I tried to make it to the bathroom blindly. I managed to throw the door open and barley made it to the toilet before emptying my already empty stomach from whatever was left over from the night before.

I leaned against the wall and tried to breathe evenly. There was a perfectly reasonably reason for my suddenly puking in the morning. However, those reasons didn't register in my mind. The only thing that did was that I had just puked, and I was already two months late. I tried to not start hyperventilating, but it was hard. It was, of course, perfectly possible. We—Teddy and I—had hardly ever had safe sex, and whenever we attempted the condoms would always burst or slip off. I refused to drink a potion after the first one, which I promptly puked up from the horrible taste, and we had ever been able to find any spells. It was very, very possible that I could be… well…

Without even thinking about it I hurried back to my room and started packing my trunk with anything and everything I needed. If I was, then I couldn't stay there. Not after what had happened. My grandmother, and possibly even mother, would be quick to try and get Teddy and me to marry, which I would not do. Not after what he had done. That, of course, only left one option.

I had to leave.

I threw everything I owned into the trunk, all my clothes, my money, items I couldn't possibly part with, anything and everything. The first thing that I saw was something I would put in, before promptly throwing it out if it wasn't needed. It was packed full quickly, and then I finally added my Gringotts key into my pocket and disapperated out of the room, away from England all together. I would likely never see my family again. None of my friends, everything would be gone. I would go back for my money later, and then transfer it to American muggle money. I would no longer be Victoire Wesley, but Victoria West.