A.N. I just wanted to inform you about few things. 1) In this story Teddy is only one year older that Victoire. 2) I am going to update every second or third day. 3) if you find any mistakes I am truly sorry, but English is my second language so I am not really good at it. Now, enjoy! ;)

CHAPTER 1

,, This was the last string, Victoire! You are going to transfer to Beauxbatons." Victoire's eyes widened at the though of leaving her home.

,, But -" Fleur looked at her sternly. ,, No buts. You are leaving to your Nana as soon as summer begins. That is my final world. Now go pack your things. And send Dommie here for a moment." Victoire pulled a face at her mother's last words. Of course that she wanted to see her favorite daughter Dommie. The perfect, fashionable and beautiful girly girl. So what that Victoire wore rather jeans and tank tops than stupid skirts and dresses? No that she wasn't beautiful. With her beautiful platinum blonde, long hair, big blue eyes and soft features she was more than that. But that was still not enough. Her father also prefered the company of her brother Luis than hers. So she naturally tried to catch the attention with... pranks and fights and alcohol.

She quickly left the room and ran to the Gryffindor Common Room. Her sister was sitting in one of the armchairs, surrounded by her minions, telling some awesome stories about all the boys that she kissed during this term.

,, Dominique! Mother wants you in The Office." She barked at her younger sister, that just rolled her eyes and slowly got up. Victoire stomped up the stairs to her dormitory and quickly began packing her things. When she finished, she levitated her suitcase down the stairs and fell down in one of the sofas. She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again, someone was standing in front of her. She noticed that it was her best friend Teddy Lupin with a worried look on his face.

,, So?" He asked quickly. She just shook her head and hugged him tightly. He was a lot bigger than her, since he was in sixth year and she in fourth.

,, I am going to attend Beauxbatons. For one whole year, if not more. And I am going to spend my whole summer in France." His face fell at her more and his hair changed from bright blue to dark gray.

,, Oh Vic, you went over board with this one." She stepped back from him and glared at him.

,, Perfect. So you are taking their side. Well, then, enjoy the year without me, Teddy. Bye." She then turned around and ran out, with her suitcase behind her and tears streaming down her face. She ignored the shouts from him and kept on running. When she arrived to the place when she was supposed to meet her mother, Fleur was already tightly hugging her youngest daughter with happy smile on her face. Jealousy took over her and she cleared her throat loudly.

,, Mother, do you remember that Bane of your existence? Yeah, well, I am here." Her mum shot her a nasty glare and without another word began to walk towards the fields where they would be able to apparate home, to the Shell Cottage. Without another word Victoire ran to her room and slammed her door shut. The tall, lean girl fell on her bad and bursted into tears. She just couldn't believe that not even Teddy was in her side this time. And all she did was spraying 'Fuck the system' on one of the walls in the Great Hall, for Merlin's sake! She did even worst things - set one greenhouse on fire, brought a dragon into her dorm, stole few things and got so drunk that she almost jumped from The Astronomic Tower. But she never thought that her parents could do this to her! She didn't even notice that her parents came into her room and sat down on the edge of her bed.

,, You know, honey, I know that this seems like unfair move from us..." Began her father.

,, But Beauxbatons are wonderful school. I visited it and it taught me only the best manners. Plus, you already know French, so it won't be too hard for you." Victoire looked at her mother with pure disbelief. ,, But maman, all my friends are here. I can't just leave them." Fleur shook her head slightly.

,, It is only for one year. You will have to survive it. And we are going to move your whole room to your Nana's house, so go down, she will come for you in a minute." Victoire stood up and ran down to their living room. A whole year without her life, on some posh school with a bunch of super girlish girls without any boys. Just wonderful.

Thirty minutes later, she was sat in the romantic kitchen of her Nana. French rules where apparently very strict - curfew is at seven o'clock, no boys at home, nor outside and room cleaned up every morning and evening. So basically, she was supposed to be a virgin with no social life and obsession with cleaning up. Ha. Like that was going to happen. Her French grandmother still adored her though, so she was sure that she would be able to help those rules a little. To freedom, you know.

The summer break passed rather slowly and in blur - Victoire's fifteenth birthday brought one day with her family and Teddy, many clothes and few books, while the rest of the break was way more boring. She made no interest in making any new friends, so she spent a lot of her time doing some sports - mostly running. Her body was very nicely toned, long slim legs, nicely curved hips and breasts, flat stomach and thin waist. Her blonde hair, now few shades lighter, more golden were also much longer, reaching the top of her butt. She often wore it in a messy bun, few shorter strands framing her delicate face. Many boys were trying to catch her attention, but she just ignored them or when she became really frustrated snogged them and then left. But at the end of her pathetic break she decided that she would change her life. No more 'Troublemaker Victoire', just 'Cool Girlish Victoire'. No more alcohol - well, more like less alcohol - and no more pranks. Few days before the first term began, her robes arrived. They were pastel blue, fitting and flattering. She packed them in her suitcase, along with many new, fancy and girlish clothes.

You could see the poshness of the school even by the way that they travelled there. Every single girl was picked up by small, blue carriage and transported to the academy.

Victoire got out of the carriage and looked around, mesmerized by the beauty of the big, lightly blue castle with beige roof and little towers. Nobody else beside the first years seemed to notice the wonderful fairytale-like atmosphere around the castle and its grounds. Beautiful roses decorated the gardens and she was really tempted to fetch one for herself. Victoire stood proudly, head held high. Here's to new Victoire. To new life.

~Lucy