Disclaimer: I don't own it

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

A/N: This is a series of one-shots, so don't worry if you haven't read all of them. If this one isn't for you, then maybe another will tickle your fancy. And I am fully aware the character of Dominique is widely accepted as a female character, but I personally prefer him as a male character in my fics.

Summary: The Next Generation has an issue keeping their trunks in one piece, so they use their parents' old ones. The only problem is that their parents forgot about their secret compartments and the secret lives stored there.

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2. Vicky and Fleur

"Dom! I can't believe you'd do that!"

"What?"

"You broke my trunk?"

"What is zis?" their mama said, coming into Vicky's bedroom. "Victoire, what is ze matter?"

"Dom broke my trunk!" Vicky pointed an incriminating finger at her younger brother.

"I was just trying to figure out how much water one of these things held."

"You got it all soggy and wet and ruined it!"

"Come on, Vick, you and I both know that you hated your trunk."

"Everyone hates their trunks!"

"Now you can get a new one."

"How is that going to change that I hate my trunk? I hate all trunks!"

"I…you're the one that doesn't like it."

"Victoire, Dominique!" their mum shouted. "Stop zis arguing. Now, Victoire, you can use my old trunk. It's…different, but will work. Ok? Dominique, you do not put water into your sister's things. Go 'elp your fazher get my trunk from ze attic."

Dom slipped down the stairs. Vicky sat down at her desk, organizing her quills and books. She wanted to kill Dom. Of all the stupid things he's done, this was probably the worst. And the way things were going, Louis would be doing the same things before too long. Hopefully, she would be out of the house before he got too bad, though. He was only four, after all.

"Here's your trunk," her papa said, dumping it on the floor.

Vicky stood up, a pile of books in her arms, and turned around. She dropped her books. The trunk was blue. Light blue. No, baby blue. Not the brown she was expecting. And not only this, but it was decorated with lace. White lace. And had silver hinges and clasps.

"Tell me this is a joke," she said.

"No. Zis trunk has served me well. It will do ze same for you."

"It'll make me look like a freak, is what it'll do."

"Vicky, we don't have time to get you a trunk now," her papa said. "Take this now, and we'll get you a new one for Christmas."

"I don't want a trunk for Christmas!"

"Vicky, please, just load it up and put it in the car for tomorrow."

"Fine."

3

"Who's trunk is this?" Tony asked, staring at the blue trunk at the foot of Vicky's bed.

"Mine," Vicky grumbled.

"Really?" Mary asked, standing next to Tony in her contemplations.

"It isn't a Hogwarts trunk," Helen said, joining the deliberations.

"I know," Vicky said. "It was my mother's."

"A foreign trunk? Interesting," Tony said, cocking her head.

"Watcha all lookin' at?" Polly asked, leaning over Tony.

"Vicky's new trunk," Mary replied.

"It isn't new. It's ancient," Vicky corrected.

"Sweet -- retro," Polly said.

"Retro?" Bobby said, joining the group.

"Can we see inside?" Tony asked.

"It's exactly like the Hogwarts trunks," Vicky replied.

"Oh, come on. Something that pretty can't be nearly as masculine as a Hogwarts trunk," Polly said.

"It does have lace on it, though," Bobby said, a hint of disappointment in her tone.

"Just open it up," Mary said.

"Yeah, do it," Helen joined in.

"There's nothing unusual about it," Vicky said, flipping the latch and pushing the lid off.

"Wow," Helen said. "That isn't like any Hogwarts trunk I've seen."

"What are you talking about?" Vicky said, looking at what was her trunk. It had opened into a full-size wardrobe, still baby blue and white. It was so obnoxious.

"I want one," Tony said. "Can I touch it?"

"Sure," Vicky said, faintly wondering why it turned into a full-sized wardrobe.

Soon, they all had it opened up, exploring all its secret compartments. Tony had opened one of the bottom drawers and a vanity mirror and table popped out of the side.

"Why don't we have these?" Polly asked, sitting in front of the mirror.

"There's even some make-up here," Helen said.

"Because if we did, then they know we'd spend all day in our dorms," Mary said, pulling on a drawer.

"What's in there?" Tony asked.

"Some cigarettes, a bottle of Vodka, and…what is this? Condoms?" Mary pulled the items out of the drawer and tossed them on Vicky's bed.

"I didn't know you smoked, drank, or had sex," Tony said, looking suspiciously at Vicky.

"You're starting to sound like a Slytherin, with that in your trunk," Helen teased.

"Hey!" Vicky said quickly. "That stuff isn't mine. It must be left over from my mama's days in Beauxbatons."

"I didn't think your mum would have this in her trunk; she seems a whole lot like you -- obsessed with rules and bent on following them," Bobby said, turning the bottle of Vodka over in her hands.

"I am not obsessed with rules, and you really shouldn't be doing that."

"I'm just looking, geeze." Bobby put the bottle down and returned to the object of

their interest.

"And do you know what rule says you shouldn't have alcohol in the dormitories?" Polly asked.

"Eight hundred and five."

"You're not obsessed, huh?" Boby said.

"This isn't your father, is it?" Mary said, flashing a picture in front of Vicky.

"No…it isn't."

Vicky took the picture and looked at it. It was her mama and some guy in front of a tree, both of them with a glass of alcohol and a cigarette hanging out of their mouths. She had expected to find some representation of her mama's past boyfriends; her mamie had told her more than enough stories of her escapades during school despite going to an all-girl's school. But what did surprise her was that she recognized him; it was Martin. She saw him every time they went to visit France. There were other pictures of them too, some where they were more involved with each other than in other pictures, others were they looked like they were going to kill each other.

"Check this out," Tony said, pulling a light blue dance costume, full with a skirt, from the depths of the wardrobe. "Put it on, Vick."

"Absolutely not," Vicky said, putting the photos on the bed by the vodka.

"Oh, come on," Bobby said. "it looks like it's your size."

"No. I'm taller than my mama."

"No you aren't," Mary said. "You're only, like, two centimeters taller, if that. Just

put it on."

"No!"

"Why does your mum have that stuff?" Mary demanded.

"She has tights and ballet shoes, too," Tony said, dropping them on the table.

"If you won't put them on," Polly said, trying not to laugh. "I'll do it for the vodka."

"You are not taking that vodka!" Vicky shouted, grabbing it from Polly.

"Then put on the uniform," Tony said, offering the ballet regalia.

"I'll give you all detentions!"

"I don't think you will," Polly said, opening the bottle. "I mean, sure, you would, but you wouldn't want to. Wearing the skirt would be an easier way out, you know."

"Yeah, it would," Helen said, picking up the box of cigarettes.

"We wouldn't want a certain professor to find out their prefect brought in forbidden items to Hogwarts," Tony said, ripping open a condom. She stretched it out and blew it up.

"No, we'd lose our beloved prefect," Helen said, pulling one of the cigarettes from the box.

Vicky tightened her jaw and clenched her fists. They were not doing this. They could not be putting her in a corner.

"Oh, you're getting angry?" Mary said sadly.

"It's really too bad that we're used to veela in you," Bobby said, putting a hand on her back.

"Don't touch me and give me the damned costume," Vicky snapped.

The room cheered. Vicky tore off her clothes and put it on. It was tight, form fitting, and her underwear was clearly visible.

"The shoes," Tony said, handing off the pair of slippers.

Vicky put them on.

"Very nice," Mary said, her smile almost too big for her face.

"Now smile," Bobby said, snapping a picture.

"I'm going to kill all of you," Vicky said. "Now give the vodka."

Polly put it in her hand. Vicky quickly changed back, not enjoying the sequence at all, and put the costume on the bed.

"What's your mum doing with all this stuff in her trunk?" Helen asked.

"I have no idea."

"Here are more pictures," Tony said, handing them to Vicky. "A bit less amusing than the others."

Her mama was young in these, probably only eleven or twelve, and was in her uniform, beaming, her little sister clinging to her and clearly begging her not to go. There was another and the pair of them were playing a game, another and they were on vacation.

"They were close, huh?" Mary asked, gazing over Vicky's shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess they were," Vicky said.

"How often does your mum visit there?" Helen asked.

"We try and go every year. The year Lou was born, we didn't; mama wasn't up for it. Last year we didn't go, either; Lou had the chickenpox."

"I wish me and my sister were that close," Tony sighed. "We always end up fighting. Doesn't look like they fought at all. Are they still…you know…close?"

"I…I don't know."

There was another picture of them at Hogwarts by the lake, both of them soaking wet, her mama holding her younger sister in a way Vicky had never seen her do.

"I think it's time for dinner," Polly said, gazing at her watch.

"You might want to dispose of this stuff," Tony said, throwing a stuffed bear at Vicky.

"Yeah…I might want to," Vicky replied, catching the bear and looking at it.

3

Vicky piled all of her mama's old stuff in a box. She didn't want it lying around Gryffindor in case one of the girls decided they wanted to blackmail her into wearing the dance outfit to a quiditch game or something. And she definitely did not want Teddy getting wind of it. He would demand it of her; it would be in good fun, but completely embarrassing nonetheless. She tied it tight and brought it to the owlry.

A big barn owl. That's what she needed for this junk. She glanced at the picture she had kept -- the one of her mama and tatie. Maybe her mama would want it. Maybe she wouldn't. Vicky decided to keep it until Christmas; she would ask her mama then. She didn't know why she kept it. Maybe she was just touched that both sides of her family had ties here at Hogwarts. Maybe she was confused by the drastic change in her mama's relationship with her sister. In the picture, they were practically crying over seeing each other. Now, they barely gave each other the necessary greetings.

It was only natural, she supposed as the barn owl flew off with the package. Relationships change. It's a part of life, wasn't it? But still…

"Hey, Vick," Teddy said, coming into the tower with a letter in his hand. He motioned for his owl -- Pumpkin -- to get off its peg and join him.

"Hey, Teddy." She leaned against the window and looked out over the grounds.

"What're you thinking about?" He sent the owl off.

"I'm just…it's nothing."

"Come on, Vick. You know you want to tell me."

"I'm wondering if our relationship is going to change," she said, her heart pounding against her chest.

"Of course it is," Teddy said, wrapping his arm around her. "I don't want to stare at you for the rest of my life; I want to do something, too."

"I don't mean like that. I mean…I mean do you think we'll end up distant? Like my mama and tatie? Will we end up barely talking to each other?"

"No, never."

"How can you be so sure?"

"We've done more together than most people," he said, gently rubbing her back. "I mean, sure, we're still young. But we've grown up together. We have memories that will never change."

"But so did they."

"Do you intend on moving to a far off country?"

"France isn't that far away."

"It really is, though," Teddy said, getting into his thoughtful mode. "I mean, sure, it's not too far away in terms of distance. There are plenty of places farther. But it's a different culture, a different government, a different language, and practically a different world."

"I don't know Ted…just look at this picture and tell me these two aren't…aren't…"

"Loving? Of course they are. But you need to remember that they're just coming out of a life-threatening situation. All of their emotions are amplified. If they did this again, you'd probably see the same thing."

"I…I don't know."

"You don't have to," Teddy said. "Because I do. This kind of stuff happens, but I'll never let it happen to us, ok?"

"I know, but…"

"Hey, do you trust me or not?"

"Of course…"

"Then don't worry about it. It'll be fine."

Vicky sighed and closed her eyes. It won't happen to them. It won't. She'll do anything to prevent it.