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Love Song

Chapter 1

Meet Victoire

Victoire Weasley examined herself in the mirror. She brushed her hand through her silvery blond hair and smiled to herself. Even though she was only eleven years old, she was almost as gorgeous as a Veela. Almost. Her eyes were chocolate brown like her father's instead of her mother's beautiful blue.

"Now, Victoire," Bill said, "We have gotten letters for you from both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, it's time to decide which school you would like to go to."

"Talk it over with Dominique and Louis because whichever you choose is where they will go," Fleur finished.

"I want to go to Hogwarts!" Louis squeaked. Even though he was only six years old, he had a big mouth.

"Well, I want to go to Beauxbatons!" Dominique always disagreed with her younger brother. "All of my friends will be going there!"

"Molly is going to Hogwarts this year, and Lucy will next year," Louis argued, "and it's already Merrick's second year. . ."

"But Clarisse will be attending Beauxbatons," Dominique snarled, "and she's my favorite cousin!"

"Merrick is my favorite!" Louis retorted. "Besides, more than half our family is going to Hogwarts!"

Dominique turned to Victoire. "We'll go to Beauxbatons, right?"

"Hogwarts is the best!" Louis said.

"Remember," Dominique said. "Your decision affects all of us, and you know that you'd be much happier in Beauxbatons."

Victoire turned to her parents. "We'll go to Hogwarts."

"Are you sure?" Fleur inquired. This was a really big decision to make.

Victoire nodded.

"B-but. . ." Dominique stammered.

Bill and Fleur ignored their youngest daughter and scribbled on the two letters.

"Besides," Bill said, trying to comfort Dominique, "you'd need to know better French. Everyone at Beauxbatons knows French as their first language."

"OK. . ."

A while later, everyone was all dressed up and ready to go. It'd be nice to go to a family reunion, and that day the entire family would be there.

Bill grabbed some Floo Powder, which was a dusty substance, and crawled into the fireplace. Once there, he dropped the Floo Powder, and a fierce green fire engulfed his body, leaving only dull ashes. One by one, the family of five transported into the Potters' fireplace.

"It's about time!" a black haired boy squeaked impatiently.

"James, don't be rude!" Aunt Ginny said, her chocolate brown eyes flashing.

"It's OK," Bill said. "We had some school trouble." he then explained how the kids were arguing about which school, and they finally chose Hogwarts.

Soon everyone was there, Molly and Lucy, Merrick and Kim, Rose and baby Hugo, Fred and baby Roxanne, and the Potter kids/Victoire's cousins, James, Albus, and baby Lily, but Uncle Harry wouldn't let anyone eat yet. Everyone had arrived, so why couldn't they start?

"When is Teddy getting here?" Victoire heard James ask. Teddy? Who was he?

Then they heard a whooshing sound and a boy about a year older than Victoire walked out of the fireplace. The boy had green spiky hair and toad green eyes. The boy was only twelve and he already died his hair. Oh, my.

"This hair doesn't seem appropriate for a family reunion," the boy said. Victoire then gasped at what she saw next. "How about this?" His green spiky hair then morphed into a nice chocolate brown shade and immediately curved into a well combed hairstyle. His eyes turned dark blue, and Victoire was even more amazed. How could he do that?

Then the boy's eyes wavered over to Victoire, examining her. "Hi," he said finally. "I'm Teddy Lupin."

"How do you do that?" Victoire burst out. "You don't even use a wand!"

"Oh, it's easy," Teddy said. "I just think of what I want to look like, and it happens. You have to be a Metemorphmagus to do it, though."

"Oh. . ."

"Who are you?" the handsome boy asked.

"Victoire Weasley," she replied.

"Wow," Teddy said. "This family sure is big."

"Time to eat!" Victoire heard Aunt Ginny call from the kitchen. Everyone rushed to the table; Aunt Ginny was a great cook, she could even make broccoli taste good.

Victoire decided to sit next to Teddy so they could continue their conversation. In between bites, she asked, "What are you doing here if you're not part of the family?"

"Harry's my Godfather," he said simply.

"Then why haven't I met you before?"

"I only come over three times a week at the most. I've never actually been to a family reunion, and this is as real as it gets." What did he mean by that? Didn't he have a family, which every once and a while came over for a while?