Victoire Weasley had always hated her name. Everything about it. It meant victory, and victory meant death. To win, someone had to die.
Weasley meant death; just look at all her relatives that died in the war. Gideon and Fabian Prewett were her grandmother's brothers. Remus and Nymphadora Lupin were her "cousin's" parents, and Fred Weasley was her uncle.
She hated the fact that her birthday was the anniversary of the battle of Hogwarts. She hated everything that had anything to do with the war and had sworn early that she'd never name her kids after war-heroes or anything else that had anything to do with the war. It wasn't fair that someone had to have names that meant death.
Then she had about the wars in History of Magic. Yes, people her family loved had died in it, but they had died so she could live. They died so Teddy could live, so Dominique could live, so Louis could live, so every person she loved could live. Victory didn't mean death, it meant life. Harry winning over Voldemort meant that she could live the life she loved. Victory meant that the world could continue.
The Weasley's were important during the war. They were active with the resistance, and after Dumbledore died, they offered their home for headquarters. The whole Golden Trio were Weasley's, just like her, and she was damn proud of it.
Then she started crushing on Ted. The honorary Weasley, werewolf-cub, orphan, son of war-heroes; raised by Harry Potter. Then he started crushing on her, and eventually they fell in love.
There'd never really been a doubt about what Teddy Lupin would name his kids. The first girl would be called Nymphadora, and the first boy would be named Remus. Just like his godfather, he'd name his kids after his parents.
Victoire was 25 when she found out she was pregnant. She was happy, shocked... and well, happy. She never really considered names for the kid, if it was a girl; Dora Something-French Lupin, A boy; Remus Something-French Lupin. She wanted her mother to be able to pronounce her grandchild's name. Then she realised she was expecting triplets.
That's how she found herself on her 26 birthday, sitting in front of the war memorial, thinking about baby names. She'd changed since she was a kid. She no longer hated her name, she loved it. It was unique, and held a special meaning. A meaning that she wanted her kids to have. All of them. One of the boys didn't have a name yet, and since his siblings were named in honour of war-heroes, he should be too. Victoire stared at the names on the memorial. Fred Weasley, Nymohadora Tonks-Lupin, Remus Lupin, Collin Creevey, Cedric Diggory.
She liked those last two. Cedric Lupin. Collin Lupin. Collin was a Gryffindor in aunt Ginny's year. He wasn't too well known, but he died in the final battle. Victoire smiled. Collin Lupin, it was a nice name.
8 years later, she couldn't help but smile when she overheard her kids complaining about their names.