It was the 31st August and the final day of the Summer Holidays for Victoire. Tomorrow she would be returning to Hogwarts once more, for her final year of schooling. The traditional annual 'Last Night before School Dinner' was taking place at the Burrow and the Molly Weasley once again had called out all the stocks to prepare a delicious meal.

Victoire wasn't hungry though. She wasn't happy either. No one noticed this, no one except Teddy. No one noticed the way she always dipped her head down in public situations, trying to hide herself from view, no one except Teddy. No one even bothered to think of how she was feeling about returning there again, especially after last year, no one except teddy.

As Mrs Weasley announced 'Pudding time!' the usual scramble of children rushed through into the kitchen eager for the awaiting desert. Victoire stayed still, remaining seated in her chair, staring ahead emotionlessly. James returned back into the dining room causing Victoire's heart to race as she recognised the mocking expression on his face.

'Aww Vicky,' he said 'what's that ugly expression for? Are you scared of a little bit of apple crumble? I guess you just don't want to put on anymore weight then. On a diet are we?' he joked, his eyes sparkling excitedly. The family laughed at his jest understanding the joke behind it.

Suddenly Victoire stood up. In barely more than a whisper she said 'No James. I'm just not hungry. I'm not happy. I'm fed up of this stupid family always thinking they know what is best, always presuming things like they rule the world and lord over everybody else just because of a surname,' by this point Victoire was shouting, her eyes filling with tears as she waved her arms around frantically. 'And you know what; I'm fed up of hiding what I'm feeling, fed up of not being able to share things with this bloody ridiculous family, you don't even know I'm going to be head girl next year for Christ's sake because no one would give me a chance to even tell them, let alone explain how nervous I am for next year. Do any of you even know what kind of hellish year I had last year. No of course you don't, no one does.'

She turned at this point looking Teddy right in the eyes 'No one except Teddy' she whispered, before running out of the room and into the darkness outside.

Everyone turned at teddy, who had also stood up, 'You just had to say that James, you just had to say that'. He was shaking his head in anger, glaring at those who were supposed to care about her more than anyone in the world. And at this point he finally understood what Victoire had been saying for years. No one did really understand Victoire, no one except Teddy.