Title: THEIR CHILDREN
A/N: I just wanted to update again. It's going to get more interesting, I promise!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the recognisable characters or such.
Chapter Three: Questions Unanswered
Dear Mom and Dad,
Please forgive me for writing this so late. I am sure that you have already received Dominique's letter and Louis's letter already so you know I am well.
N.E. this year so I have to keep studying, every second I have free! Also with all these responsibilities as Head Girl, and Rufus – the head Boy – is certainly not picking up the slack but abusing his responsibilities! I caught him giving another boy – named Daniel – detention, but only because Rufus doesn't like Daniel for dating his ex-girlfriend (long story, not something to bore you with).
So everyone at home must be happy, Rose and Albus were sorted into Gryffindor. At least I get to see more of them but I feel bad for not being able to have a real conversation most times.
I'm guessing James told Uncle Harry and pretty much everyone of the platform about Teddy and me? Not how I wanted everyone else to find out… but at least you knew first. (Mama, wasn't that the most awkward conversation ever with Dad?)
Al, Rosie, James, Fred, Roxanne, Molly, Dominique and Louis (all relatives at Hogwarts really) are all getting suspicious. Al and Rose started asking them questions and now they're all rattled up. They've forgotten about it for now but I can tell Rose is still curious. I think it's about time to tell them the truth, don't you think?
See you all very soon at Christmas,
Love Victoire.
She finished her letter quickly, tucking the quill into her robe pocket, and attached the letter to one of the more than willing school owls.
It was a somewhat sunny Friday afternoon but unfortunately Victoire was going to be spending it in the Common Room finishing up on her essay for Herbology on the plant Dittany and its purpose. Given the fact that this magical plant had many ways of healing different things, the essay had to be at least 2 parchments long.
Victoire didn't care that it was long and took an enormous amount of time writing. She found the plant fascinating with all its different ways of Healing. She was aspiring to be a Healer once she left Hogwarts, hopefully getting a job at St Mungo's Hospital first then maybe going travelling to observe other foreign wizard's ways of Healing.
She remembered her boyfriend Ted then, filled with sadness. His crooked smile and bright topaz coloured eyes, his favourite colour next to turquoise, which was the colour of his spiky short hair. He was abroad visiting Uncle Charlie, learning about Dragons. She missed him terribly and it didn't help that it took so long for the owls to fly back and forth with their letters.
When she arrived in the Common Room, still thinking dreamily about Teddy, she was most surprised to see Albus and Scorpius huddled together on the couch.
Everyone had of course been shocked that a Malfoy was in Gryffindor, when generations of his family had forever been in Slytherin. When the Fat Lady first saw him she refused to open the door for him even though he had the password as she thought he was a Slytherin and that he had stolen it from a Gryffindor. This was why Scorpius had spent most of his spare time locked in his room away from other Gryffindors. Rose and Albus who were the first friends he had made stuck by him every lesson.
That hadn't really helped. Everyone knew of the history of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter and couldn't believe their sons were friends.
So it was very odd to see Scorpius outside his dorm room. And he was laughing.
The thought of introducing herself just came to Victoire. As Head Girl she felt it was her responsibility to … welcome Scorpius. Gryffindors stick together, no matter what their bloodline is or who their family were.
She approached them cautiously. Albus looked up, noticing his cousin, and smiled at her whilst nudging Scorpius. He too looked up, and then blushed.
Victoire was used to this, she like her mother was part Veela and had this affect on people. Luckily she was only one eighth Veela so it wore off quickly. "Hello," she greeted and then turned to Scorpius, "I'm Victoire Weasley. Albus's cousin and Head Girl."
Scorpius gulped in awe. "I-I'm Scorpius Malfoy. Albus's roommate," he said nervously.
"It's nice to meet you. Shouldn't you be in class?"
"It's Friday afternoon. We have it off," Albus answered.
"Well it's nice to see you again Albus. And Scorpius, I'm sorry if anyone has been bothering you but soon it'll just be old news," she reassured him. Scorpius nodded with his mouth hanging open much like a troll. Victoire was confused. She knew she had an affect on boys but not like that; she was only one part Veela yet Scorpius was staring hypnotised at her.
Self-consciously she touched her long silky blond hair, remembering all her other cousins had red hair. Maybe that was why he was staring? "Um, where is Rose?" she asked looking away from Scorpius.
"There, reading as usual," Albus jerked a finger to what appeared to be a girl but her face could not be seen because it was buried in the book History of Magic. "Well, it was good seeing you again, V. We're off to tea at Hagrid's now."
"Have you eaten already?" she asked. Hagrid, nice and sweet as he was, was a terrible cook and she had almost broken a tooth on his rock cakes the first time she tried it.
Al laughed and nodded. He and Scorpius left the Common Room, whispering to each other secretively. Victoire went to the small redheaded girl, "Hello Rose."
The small girl looked up from the large book and smiled up at the willowy blond. "Hello Victoire."
"Brushing up for History of Magic with Professor Binns?" Victoire laughed: it was just like Rose to be so eager to learn.
"No," Rose shook her head. "Actually I'm trying to find some information on Mom and Dad."
Victoire stopped smiling and squeaked, "What?"
"Everyone keeps staring and calls Al by his last name and calls me 'Harry Potter's best friends kid' so I know it involves Uncle Harry and Mom and Dad. And probably Aunt Ginny too so I thought there might be something in here-" she tapped the book "-about them. But I found nothing!"
"Y-you should keep looking. Who knows, you might find something?" Victoire said nervously. It was a complete lie; there was nothing in that book about Harry Potter or Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger. But it was better to throw Rose – one of the most intelligent Weasleys – on a false trail to stop her from figuring out about anything. It would take weeks to read the whole book cover to cover.
"Nah, I give up," Rose sighed, closing the book with a thud. "All the facts in here are over 40 years old, before they were even born. I'll just go check Hogwarts, A History. Maybe there's something in there. See you," Rose added cheerfully as she exited the Common Room to go to the Library.
"Y-yeah, see you," Victoire watched after her in panic. Four whole months until Christmas Holiday! Will they find out anything before then?
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Miles away from the hidden Hogwarts was a quaint little village named Godric's Hallow. One of the few residents was Harry Potter, who owned a house for him, his wife and his three children to live in.
Harry cringed as he read another one of Albus's letter. Albus said he was enjoying Hogwarts and had made some close friends. As expected, Rose was the top of the class and most students were begging for her to help them.
The worst part of the letter was that Al kept asking the same questions James had asked in his first year: why is everyone staring?
Harry deeply wished for his life to be normal – normal for a wizard that is. He was not ashamed of his past but would have preferred if his children did not know about it. Harry's past was terrible, filled with deaths of loved ones, deaths of the unknown, and a certain evil Dark Wizard. Who would want to know about something so horrible?
It was that which had made him infamous: defeating powerful wizard. Now his children were noticing the shocked looks they got when they told someone their name or who their parents were. None of the students and teachers at Hogwarts had thankfully told them about the Second Wizarding War, but soon someone might tell them the whole story.
"It's worse, isn't it?" Hermione asked, sipping her Butterbeer. She sat opposite Harry in the Living Room of his house in one of the large armchairs.
Harry sadly nodded. "Pass it here mate," Ron, who sat with Harry on the couch, put out his giant hand. Harry obliged and sighed.
"It's getting worse. It won't be soon until they find out-" Petite Ginny quickly shushed Harry, entering the room.
"Muffliato," Ginny whispered and flicked her wand to the garden where Lily and Hugo were playing Quidditch. "You should be more careful."
"It won't be soon until they find out about our history," Harry finished.
There was a loud rapid knock at the front door. "I'll get it," Ginny told Harry as he stood up. He slumped back down into his seat.
"It's not that bad," Ron said, finished reading the letter. He handed it to Hermione, "Rose was worse. Asking a lot more questions."
"Why don't we just tell them?" Hermione huffed. "We said we would when they were old enough."
"But-" Ron protested but stopped halfway when Ginny entered the room, followed by Bill and Fleur.
"I agree," Bill said, sitting down in another armchair, Fleur perching on the arm of the chair. "We've got a letter from Dominique and Louis. They're asking questions too," Fleur said in flawless English she had perfected over many years.
"So Roxanne and Fred must be too," Hermione nodded.
"Percy just told Molly and Lucy facts on the Death Eaters and Voldermort, not anything about us," Ginny told them all, taking a seat and brushing back her flame red hair. "But they must be curious too."
"Victoire thinks we should tell them. It's worse than it seems apparently." Bill told them wincing. "She thinks we should tell them in the Christmas holiday."
"I don't know-"
"It would be much better," Fleur interrupted Ron. "In was most unfortunate that Victoire had to find out everything from Teddy rather than us. It was a miracle she forgave us for not telling her in the beginning. Don't make the same mistake with Rose, Albus and James."
Harry looked at Ginny in hope she had an argument against this proposal. She looked back at her husband with a small smile and pleading look; she agreed to it.
Harry glanced to his two best friends, hoping they would protest instead. Instead Hermione said, "Yes. That sounds like a good idea. We should tell them all at Christmas." She looked at Harry, "Right Harry?"
Harry groaned. One person left standing. Finally he said grudgingly, "Fine. Christmas."
A/N2: Review? Or not. It's my love for HP that keeps me writing...
