A/N:

In this AU:

Victoire, Teddy, Roxanne and Fred are 17
Dominique, Pandora, Marlene and Julie are 16
Lorcan and Lysander are 15
Louis, James, Hugo and Scorpius are 14
Rose is 13
Albus is 10
Lily is 9

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, all rights go the respectful owners.

Victoire spent her final train ride to hogwarts with Teddy. They had managed to get a carriage all to themselves.

"It's weird, that this is our last train ride to Hogwarts, hey," Teddy mused, cuddling Victoire on the cushioned seat. The blonde nodded, her locks cascading down her shoulders. Her hair wasn't waist length, not yet, anyway.

"But I'm sure we'll have many more adventures together, yeah?"

"Of course, Ted," Victoire grinned, then kissed him on the cheek.

A few younger students ran down the halls of the carriage, thumping against the floorboards to make their trunks rattle. Basile hissed from his basket at the disturbance.

"Probably first years," Teddy smiled, remembering his first trip to Hogwarts.

Louis sat with James and Hugo, eating sweets from the trolley that had just past. Hugo just lost another game of exploding snap against Louis, and James was busy feeding treats to Hedwig.

At the very end of the train, Dominique sat in a compartment engrossed in a book with her headphones in. She shared the compartment with Pandora Lovegood and her brothers, Lorcan and Lysander.

"Do you think mum had to put up with this?" Victoire asked her best friend, Roxanne Weasley. The two shared a dorm room and were currently sitting on their beds unpacking everything.

"Put up with what?" Roxanne asked, running a hand through her long, black braided hair. Victoire bit her lip as she placed a picture of her parents on the bedside table.

"Alchemy homework. I mean, I don't mind it but there's so much of it!"

Roxanne laughed, taking out her quidditch robes.

"Stories of your mother say that she loved homework. Couldn't get enough of it!"

"That's true," Victoire smiled as she looked at the large textbook for the subject.

"So, what did you do over the summer?"

"Ah, not much," Roxanne smiled as she took out a pair of omnioculars.

"Mum and dad took me to see Ireland play against New Zealand. That was a match! Their coach, Lee Jordan, was so tough on them and it showed in their playing."

"Well, Ireland is the top team in the world right now. I don't think New Zealand stood a chance, considering who's on their team and all."

"Class of 2016 is going to be full of quidditch kids, hey?"

"Nothing wrong with that," Victoire smiled as she leaned back on her bed. There was a tapping at their window, and two owls were outside, both with letters. One of the owls, Victoire recognized at once, was Reuben, Teddy's owl. Roxanne opened the window and let them in. Rueben flew straight to Victoire and stuck out its leg.

"It's from Teddy!" Victoire untied the note and screamed with joy.

"It says he misses me already and can't wait until class tomorrow," Victoire fell back on her bed, clutching the letter to her chest. Roxanne couldn't help but chuckle.

"And how about the other owl?" she pointed to the bird waiting patiently at the edge of Victoire's four-poster bed. The blonde got up and untied the letter from the other owl, and her eyes looked as though they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"What is it?" Roxanne asked, peering at her best friend. Victoire showed her the letter, then turned the envelope upside down.

Out fell a badge no bigger than her thumb.

"I'm head girl."

Roxanne let out a chuckle and hugged her friend, "Congratulations Vic! That'll look really good on your resume,"

"Th-thanks," Victoire couldn't help but stare at the badge in her hand. The base was crimson, and there gold writing spelt out 'HEAD GIRL.'

"You'll make a lot of friends with that, but it's not like you had trouble with socializing anyway," Roxanne smiled, returning the letter to the half-Frenchwoman.

"But why me?" Victoire asked Roxanne, the owls and the universe. She wasn't the most ideal person. Roxanne raised an eyebrow,

"Vic, you have good grades, a place on the quidditch team and everyone likes you," her fellow chaser ticked each point off with her fingers.

"Not to mention you're head of the ballet club, too."

"But, I'm just…me," Victoire gestured to herself up and down. Roxanne hummed in thought, then shrugged.

"I 'dunno, Vic, but you're head girl now, so that's something to make your parents proud, and Mcgonagall. It's a been a while since a Gryffindor has had a head girl.
Tonnes of head boys, but rare for a girl…I wonder who the head boy is? Does it say on the letter?"

Vic let Roxanne look at the letter again, but there was nothing there.

"Why did they elect this so late? There should have been a letter sent out before hand! Who patrolled the train?"

"The prefects, clearly," Roxanne answered, and Victoire shot her a look.

"I just….it's so late," Victoire whispered, threading the badge through her fingers. It was warm, and Roxanna hugged her in celebration.

"Lateness aside, congrats, Vic."

"Guys, please be careful with the mandrakes, and make sure you have your earmuffs on at all times, okay?" Professor Longbottom urged his fourth year students as they started to pull them out of their plants. Louis turned James, watching as the boy pulled out the creatures. The screams were torture, even with the ear muffs on.

"And remind us what the point of this is, professor?" A snide, aloof voice, that belonged to Scorpius Malfoy, called over the screams.

"Their leaves are required ingredients for certain antidotes, Mr. Malfoy," Longbottom responded, observing everyone's work.

"Did you hear?" James asked Louis, who shot him a look.

"I can't hear anything now, can I?" Louis remarked over the noise of all the mandrakes. James pulled a face, then finished harvesting the leaves off his mandrake to write a note to his two-toned haired friend.

YOUR SISTER IS HEAD GIRL

Louis stared at the parchment, then shook his head. James had a tendency to be a bit dull at times, but Louis also finished up with Mandrake and wrote back to his friend.

WATER IS WET

James scowled, then shoved Louis lightly. The half-Frenchman could only mouth "I know" to his friend, then Longbottom came around to observe their handiwork.

"Nice job, fellas," he grinned, looking at the leaves.

"Mr. Potter, I think you could have harvested the leaves in a slightly cleaner way, and maybe don't rush next time. As long as you have the earmuffs on, you should be fine."

James nodded, not really caring too much.

"Mr. Delacour-Granger, your leaves are much cleaner than Mr. Potter's, but perhaps you could have waited just a little longer to make them thicker, yeah? Otherwise, it's a job well done. I'll give Gryffindor 5 points for your work. Keep it up."

Longbottom smiled, then walked over to see how the other students were doing as Louis grinned, proud of his work.

"So, how do you feel about your sister being head-girl?" James asked Louis as they left the classroom. Louis had to lightly tap his head to regain his hearing.

"I don't really mind, good for her," he shrugged. James tapped a finger to his chin.

"My grandfather was head boy."

"So was Bill."

"Bill? As in Uncle Bill?" James asked, confused. Louis raised an eyebrow, then remembered that James wouldn't have known his fatherly figure.

"Bill had a crush on my mum."

"Which one?"

Louis chuckled, "my maman, Fleur."

"Didn't they like each other?"

"No, it's just Bill loved her and she didn't love him back, is all."

"Huh, today I learned something," James grinned as they entered another classroom for transfiguration.

"I kind of feel bad for him," Louis admitted, sitting down in the middle of the class as his usual desk.

"Who? Uncle Bill? Why?" James sat next to him. Louis ran a hand threw his hair, eyes searching for an answer.

"Just…wouldn't it suck to find out that the love of your life was unable to love you back?"

"Story of my life," James sighed.

"Pandora will never love me back. She's too good for me."

"She's actually really nice, if you ever get a chance to talk to her," Louis shrugged; Pandora was Dominique's roommate.

"Eh, she's too mature for me, anyway."

"She's like a year or so older than you."

"Exactly, and I'm sure she's mentally light years ahead of me, being a Ravenclaw and all."

Louis sighed, there was no use arguing with James about 'girl' things. Instead, they waited for their teacher in a comfortable silence.

"Hey, what do you think being Head Girl really does?" James asked his friend, noticing the teacher still hadn't shown up yet. Louis thought for a bit,

"I think you can tell prefects what to do, and some other stuff. Nothing major or anything. Sort of counselling or something?"

James let out a snort, and Louis raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't really imagine your sister, Victoire, the most popular and beautiful girl in the school, being a freaking councillor," he chortled, and Louis couldn't help but smile. It was true; despite Victoire being beautiful, intelligent and popular, she did have a problem talking to younger boys. It was mainly due to her Veela thrall that the boys would just drool over her. Louis was lucky he didn't have to worry about his thrall for a long time, according to his maman.

"She'd probably ask if they need help, then they'd ask her out," Louis chuckled.

James was laughing hard as the teacher finally entered the room.

"Sorry for being late," the figure had dark skin and long black hair, with glowing yellow eyes.

"My name is Archie Maxwell, but just call me Professor Maxwell, okay?"

The class nodded as the teacher wrote the name on the board.

"I don't really like being called 'sir' or 'miss,' so you can even call me by my first name, okay?"

The class nodded again. Louis raised an eyebrow at Professor Maxwell. They wore navy blue robes with a heap of rings on their fingers.

"So, transfiguration," Maxwell clapped their hands together and smiled.

"I don't think I can top Mcgonagall's teaching, but I'll try my best to teach you a thing or two."

The professor did, indeed, teach them things they hadn't been taught before. Maxwell went into great detail on how transfiguration works, not just why.

By the end of the lesson, James and Louis had learnt so much about the workings of transfiguration, that their heads were pounding.

"That was intense," James exclaimed as they left the classroom for lunch.

"Who knew they'd be a good teacher," Louis grinned, and James frowned at him.

"They?" he repeated, and Louis bit his lip.

"Well, yeah. Professor Maxwell doesn't seem to want to be called 'he' or 'she,' so…"

"Seriously, Jim. There are people out there who just don't want to fit into society," Hugo came up behind them and clapped his shoulder.

"C'mon, Winston is the same."

"Who's Winston?" James asked his cousin, who scowled.

"They're our bloody cousin, Jim."

Louis left the two to have a debate as he ran his fingers through his hair and lead them to their next class.

Lesson of the day: Be respectful of people's pronouns, kids.

Thanks for reading,
- DJValkyrie