Basically, i'm going through all the chapters and correcting mistakes with spelling, grammar and punctuation to make this better because it's my favourite story that I've written and I want it to be good :)

Also, I have a few ideas so I make add a few more chapters in here and there...maybe.

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Victoire Weasley was three years old. Teddy Lupin was five years old.

Victoire had a reasonably big family, but it was the person to whom she wasn't actually related that she adored the most. He was the one she'd chase around the garden, the one whose hair changed depending on what mood he was in, and the one who would always be more than willing to play with her. She saw him near enough every day, and if she didn't see him for some reason, it would ruin her week because she loved him with all of her little heart. He was her best friend in the whole wide world...not that she'd ever tell him that, of course.

"Teddy no!" Victoire shouted, causing the little green haired boy opposite her to jump about a meter in the air.

"Vic!" He shouted back, trying to collect the pink paint that had just splashed across the parchment.

"Wrong Teddy! Gweeen! You have gweeen hair today!" Victoire argued, causing her heavily pregnant mother to come running through the door to see what all the yelling was about.

"Victoire you must not shout at Teedy like zat!" Fleur scolded, clearing up the paint with a single wave of her wand.

"Sorry Teedy." Victoire copied her Mother's accent, causing both Teddy and Bill to laugh. Fleur simply rolled her eyes before sitting herself down on the settee.

"Fluuuur?" Teddy stood and jumped onto the sofa next to the woman who's magnificent beauty still shone through despite the fact she would be giving birth very soon and had spent the morning throwing up. Victoire followed, her silvery hair bouncing in the plaits that fell past her little shoulders. She sat beside Teddy and peered her head around her mother's stomach, raising her eyebrows expectantly, little pink hands clasped together.

Fleur smiled at her daughter before turning to face Teddy "Yees Teddy?"

"You know how you and Bill luuurve each other?" He smiled as she laughed her song-like melody of amusement.

"Yees we do."

"Why are you married?" He was looking at her with an air of great curiosity.

"Because I love 'im." She smiled fondly at the tall man who was leaning against the open door frame, long her tied back into a ponytail.

"I'm going to marry Vicky." Teddy said confidently, as if announcing something he'd been mulling over for a while.

Everybody turned to face Victoire then, and she just nodded, as if she'd known about this plan all along.

"Do you want to marry Teddy, Vic?" Bill grinned, although his daughter just looked puzzled.

"Of course Papa." The little girl looked at her father as if he were crazy.

"Fair enough, oh look Harry's here!" Bill announced. Victoire groaned as the black haired man walked through the threshold, wiping his glasses on an old grey t-shirt.

"Teddy's got something ee would like to say 'Arry." Fleur laughed.

"Oh, and what's that?" Harry smiled at his godson who, in return, did not look to impressed.

"They're all laughing at me!" He frowned and Harry picked him up as Victoire shouted "I'm not!"

He just smiled, "And why's that?"

"Because I'm marrying Vic."

Harry couldn't help it, he laughed along with the rest of them while Teddy's hair turned a violent shade of red.

"Imagine if they got married Bill, they'd have children like..." Harry paused, trying to think of a word bad enough but Fleur beat him too it.

"Thee deveel!" They all laughed and Teddy rolled his eyes, determined to prove them all wrong one day.

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