Author's Note: Alright so I am completely reworking this story. Completely. The ages have changed, now Teddy and Victoire are only a year apart. It will work out. I will also add more Next Generation characters, along with an age chart once I introduce them.

Disclaimer: I am not JKR, so I don't own Harry Potter or any affiliated characters.

Victoire's POV:

"Mum, what if I'm not as good as the rest of them?" I asked my mother, Fleur, scared to death. We were finishing packing for sleep away quidditch camp, where I was going with my best friend, Teddy Lupin. The camp was led by players from the Chudley Cannons, Uncle Ron's favorite team. Even though I haven't started Hogwarts yet, I want to be on the Gryffindor house team, with Teddy.

Someone knocked on my bedroom door. "Coming!" I shouted, leaping across my packed suitcase. I opened the door to see Teddy standing with my Dad. "Vic, we should probably get going," my dad said. I nodded eagerly, grabbed my suitcase, and gave my mum a kiss. "See you in a week," Teddy said, as we climbed into our fireplace. "I love you!" I shouted. I faintly heard my parents reply, before being engulfed by green flames.

Teddy and I stepped out of a fireplace, and into a massive room. Everything was Chudley Cannon's colors. Teddy and I grabbed our stuff, and walked towards the check in line. Soon we were at the front.

"Names," the witch behind the desk asked, peering at us from behind her spectacles. Teddy spoke up first, "I'm Teddy Lupin and this is Victoire Weasley." The witch wrote something on her paper. "A Weasley, huh?' Interesting," the witch said while writing. "What positions do you two play?" Once again, Teddy answered first, "I'm a chaser." I looked down at my shoes, and than at the witch. "Seeker!" I squeaked in an out of character voice that only comes out of my mouth when I am nervous. The witch scribbled some more down, before looking up to us, "You two will be in the Hasselhoff Dorm. Next!" she shouted.

The Hasselhoff Dorm was filled with people. Everyone in the camp was staying there, because only thirty five people were accepted each summer. I quickly found my room, complete with three other chattering girls. As I walked in I tried to be quiet.

"Hi!" one of the girls cheerfully said. She had light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. "I'm Julia Lawrence," she said.

I returned her smile, "I'm Victoire Weasley." Another girls spoke up, in an American accent, "I'm Zoey Dawson, and this," she said, gesturing with her thumb to the other girl, "Is Maria Cavero." I waved and looked everyone over. Zoey and died purple hair, a nose ring, and a stocky physique. Maria had tan skin, chocolate brown eyes, and long dark hair. I swung my suitcase onto the empty bed, and started to unpack. Julia grabbed my arm. "You can unpack later. Let's go explore!" I sighed, and stood up. "Alright lets go!"

During our exploration I learned that Julia, who liked to be called Jules, and Maria would be in their first year of Hogwarts, while Zoey would be a third year at the Salem School for Witches, in America. I also learned that we were the only girls in the camp. Soon a bell rang for dinner, and we hurried to the dining hall.

"I hope every body has a great time at camp, and go Cannons!" Mathis Matthews, the head coach of the Cannons said. The exploded with cheers, and we all dug in. Our curfew was ten o'clock, so once dinner was over I went to sleep.

The next morning we were awaken with a shrill bell. I grabbed some clothes, and waited patiently while the others decided on their outfits. Finally we headed to breakfast. The girls chattered about clothes and makeup. I just stayed silent. I wasn't into that kind of stuff.

After breakfast, everyone was divided into teams of seven. Teddy and I were on separate teams. I was kind of bummed, because we barely saw each other, but realized that is was okay. Throughout the week we played against other teams, culminating with the final match, where our parents were invited.

My team waited anxiously for the final to start. We had beaten every team, except Zoey's. When the whistle was blown, I began to circle the pitch. After fifty seven minutes, a saw a glint of gold flickering by Zoey's head. I leaned forward on my Striker, urging the broom towards Zoey's head. I reached out to grab the snitch. Just as I enclosed my fingers around the tiny gold ball, Zoey's beaters bat came crashing down onto my wrist. I yelped as I heard the bone crack. I gripped my broom tightly with one and hand, and tried to get to the ground sagely. Unfortunately I was getting a little woozy, and crashed to the ground with a thud.