"Write to me!" I called as the door swung shut behind me.

"I will, darling. I love you! Je t'amie!"

"Love you too!" I called, before the train started moving and my mum was whisked out of sight.

Teddy was already moving down the hall, dragging his trunk behind him.

"Wait up!" I called, "Let's find a compartment together."

Teddy's hair was a bright, iridescent blue. "I'm sitting with my Hogwarts friends. I'm sure they won't mind you, though."

"They're third years, aren't they?"

"Yep. Why? Do third years scare you?" he taunted.

"No!" I said defensively, pushing past him into the compartment. Three boys were staring up at me. They were lolling in their seats, chocolate wrappers and cake crumbs already strewn all over the place.

"Who's your friend, Teddy?" one of them asked, giving a slight nod to me.

"Hey guys. This is Victoire Weasley."

"Hi," I said quickly, then slid into the seat next to the window. Teddy sat down next to me, immediately flinging himself into the conversation. I pressed my nose to the window and watched as we passed through a grassy field, then over a bridge, more grassy fields, then a moor. . .

Snippets of conversation drifted past my ear. "Who, Dominique?" "Yeah, Dom is such a slut."

I looked up. "Who?"

Teddy glanced over at me. "Don't worry, Vic, it's not the same Dom as your sister."

"What's a slut?"

Teddy looked over to his friends, and I saw some of them sniggering slightly. He was about to say something when one of his friends cut him off. "A slut's, like, someone who sleeps with a lot of different people. "

Teddy nodded. "Yeah. Good description, Dylan. But you don't have to worry about sluts, Vic." And then one of his friends said something, and his other friend said something else, and Dylan started cracking a lot of jokes, but Teddy stayed silent. Finally he leaned next to me.

"What house do you wanna be in, Vic?"

"Gryffindor, of course. With you and my dad and everyone."

"You're going to be the best little Gryffindor ever, Victoire. mark my words."

And then he offered me a chocolate frog, stole my Harry Potter famous wizard card, and I pounced on him. We wrestled for a while until I finally withdrew, victorious, holding the now slightly battered Harry Potter card. His friends continued talking, and Teddy didn't join in. Instead, he described the landscape outside the window to me.

And somehow, I felt as if he had chosen me over his Hogwarts friends. Little Victoire Weasley over three third year guys. And it made me happier than words could describe.

The sorting ceremony was too long. I waited at the end of the line, fidgeting and feeling exceptionally nervous. Finally my name was called.

I stumbled to the stool. feeling as if I were about to throw up, and sat down on it. I briefly saw Teddy giving me the thumbs up before the hat slipped over my head. And then, a few minutes later, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Teddy clapped the loudest out of everyone as I sat down next to him at the Gryffindor table. "I knew it, Vic, I knew it! Didn't I tell you?"

I hugged him. "What if I'm the worst Gryffindor ever? What if everybody hates me?" I whispered, making sure no one else could hear.

"The Sorting Hat doesn't make mistakes, Vic. And at least you know that I won't hate you."

"Yeah. Okay, thanks." And that was the last time I spoke to Teddy for a few weeks.

He had his own friends. I had picked up one of mine. We were in different years and didn't actually have that much in common. So I didn't really see Teddy much.

Eleanor was a great friend. I was lucky to have her. She was a bubble of energy, constantly leaping about, on the move. She chattered nonstop, and even managed to ace every class. When I was first assigned to sit next to her in Potions, she practically squealed.

"You're a Weasley! Are you related to Harry Potter?" she asked, staring at me in amazement.

"Uh, yeah, he's my uncle."

"That's so cool!"

And so for the rest of the class she bombarded me with questions. I didn't mind, really. In fact, I kind of liked that someone thought I was "so cool." I thought she was pretty cool, too. And so, through potions class, the only class we had together, since she was a Ravenclaw, we became pretty much best friends. In fact, there were only two people stand in the way of her being crowned my "best friend forever." Teddy and Charlie.

The year went by quickly, filled with pranks, spoiled potions, and spells. Before I knew it, I was back at Shell Cottage, breathing in the smell of salt water and seaweed.

The first day, there was no sign of Charlie. Nor was there any on the second. But on the third day, I was laying in the sand, watching the clouds when there was a shout behind me.

"Victorie!"

I was up in a flash, running towards the boy coming down the slope with my arms outstretched.

"Charlie!" I ran into his outstretched arms.

"Hey, Vic," he said, grinning. There was something different about his smile.

"What are those?" I asked, pointing to his teeth, where something shiny and metal seemed to be.

"Braces. I got them last month."

I frowned up at him. "Braces? What are those?"

Charlie laughed. "C'mon, Vic, you must have heard of braces."

"Oh, yeah. . . braces." Probably some muggle invention. They looked like they hurt.

"So how was boarding school? I've missed you so much, Vic. It's boring here without you."

"Hogwarts was fun. How was your year?"

"Mum's dating somebody," Charlie muttered. He sounded angry, or at the very least, annoyed.

"What's he like?"

"Kind of skinny. He laughs a lot. I think he's French or something."

"He doesn't sound that bad," I said, wondering what the problem was.

"He's not. I don't know why I don't like him. He justs gets on my nerve." Charlie shrugged.

"Wanna race eachother?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure. To the shack?"

"1. . . 2 . . . 3 . . . go!" We took off running across the beach, sand flying up behind our heels, the sun baking our shoulders. I fell about a hundred times. Charlie fell once. He was faster than me, too, and by the time he had reached the shack, I was barely half-way there.

"Not fair," I gasped, falling down next to him on the sand. "You had an advantage."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't!"

"Okay, you didn't." I looked up at the shack. "I bet the lock would be easy to pick. We could get in there pretty fast."

"What are you talking about, Vic?"

"Let's go investigate the shack!"

"Let's not. We'd get in trouble."

"It would be fun."

"Maybe next year, okay?"

I left it at that. But next year seemed a long time away. A whole summer and a whole school year. Teddy would have loved the shack. He wouldn't mind breaking into it. It would have been fun.

But then again, the thing I liked about Charlie was that he wasn't Teddy. They were polar opposites. Teddy was wild and outgoing. Charlie kept to himself.

And then where was I? Somewhere, suspended in the middle, I guess.


So I'm going to the author's note at the end this time. Sorry I kind of skipped through her first year, but I just really want to get to when she's older. Then the story will really start getting interesting. This was kind of a filler of sorts, but I hope you enjoyed it, anyway. Please review! It would seriously make my day. FF. net says I've gotten loads of hits, (Well, not loads, but a lot for only being up for a day,) but not one review. Come on, guys.