A/N: This story will feature three poems that each revolve around a different Delacour-Weasley child. First up is the eldest one, Victoire Apolline Weasley. I hope you enjoy my take on the oldest Weasley grandchild, and please remember to leave a review, if you should be so kind.

Radiance

By Girl With A Purple Pen

Chapter 1: The Princess

You, Victoire

Are no damsel-in-distress

Not some helpless maiden

Waiting to be saved

Your Maman always called you strong

And strong girls do not need saving

Right?

Once upon a time

You were a little girl with big dreams

You were going to be an actor

You were going to be an artist

You were going to be a singer

You were going to be a dancer

You were going to blaze

Across the night sky

A shooting star

It all fell apart though

When you went to Hogwarts

Suddenly you were a Weasley

Not just plain Victoire

And there were expectations

You were supposed to excel at Qudditch

And be a Gryffindor through and through

As far as you were concerned, though

They are just a bunch of proud braggarts

Ravenclaw suites you much better

But it raised eyebrows

Among your aunts and uncles

Little Victoire must be nothing but a Gryffindor

Because she is a Weasley, for God's sake

So you shy away from your Ravenclaw housemates

Afraid to disappoint your family

Afraid to be the Ravenclaw Traitor

But in the end

They mistake your aloofness for snobbery

And soon they don't want anything to do

With that 'nasty Veela bitch'

You become the Victoire

That was created in the halls of Hogwarts

Cold, levelheaded and quick-witted

The girl with the stone heart

The girl who can't be broken

Sure, you keep perfect grades

A spotless reputation

And a dazzling appearance

But there's no happiness in perfection

Oh yes

Appearance has always been your strong suite

You are a quarter-Veela, after all

But you watch your thighs grow with disgust

And resolve to severely restrict your diet

Until the flab goes away

You are not perfect

And the self-inflicted scars that paint your arm

Are just further proof

Then He comes into the picture

There anyways, although you never expected it

Your knight in shining armor

A Gryffindor, no less

Climbing the tower

Brash

Fearless

Charming

With a head of blue hair

Oh darling, don't look so sad

Smile, Vic

The spotlight is yours for the taking now

You can S*H*I*N*E

Just like the star you were born to be

And let him pick up the pieces

Let him make you food

Let him fatten you like a pig for harvest

Let him kiss your scars

Let him love you like a man should

Let him comfort you

Let him cuddle with you

Give him your virginity

But just know deep down

That it won't last

Eventually you manage to repair

Or at least glue yourself together

Pretend to be happy

Like it won't happen again

Airbrush a smile on your face

And hold onto Teddy's arm

Try to be thankful

At least for the time being

For what he does to you

(What he did for you)

But all things must come to an end

And it's not as if you

Haven't know heartbreak before

The funny thing is, though

It's different with Teddy

You don't want to let him go

You want to drown yourself

In his blind optimism

Never to resurface

So…

Let the current tow you under

And just know that sometimes

'Happily Ever After'

Is an appropriate ending