Author's Note

I'm so sorry I didn't update for a while, but here's the new chapter!

Bexyboo: Thanks for your review : ) I'm glad you think it's brilliant.

On with the story!

Victoire was very nervous while she waited. She knew Harry was going to tell her parents everything. And she was pretty certain they wouldn't be very happy about it. After all, anyone would prefer to think their daughter died peacefully in her sleep, just like thousands of other kids all over the world rather than to think their daughter was murdered. When Harry knocked at the door, Vic's heart was beating very fast. "Hello Harry." Bill said. "Hey Bill. Hey Fleur."

"Hi Harry."

"Hi Vic, Louis."
"Hey Uncle Harry."

"Hi Uncle Harry." It was all very formal, because everyone was so tense. Vic had involuntarily spread her anxiety among everyone. "We… err… should sit down." Harry suggested. "Oh, I'll prepare some tea!" Fleur suggested, getting up and disappearing in the kitchen. "I'll go play with my dinosaurs." Louis said, leaving. So Louis left, Fleur left, leaving Harry, Bill and Victoire alone, in the kitchen. "How's Ginny?"

"What? Oh, she's fine. Everything okay here?"
"Yeah, yeah. What about James, Al and Lily?"
"They're alright, thanks." Silence. Nobody could stand it. "How's work, Harry?"

"Busy, actually. There's been a murder a while ago."

"Yeah, heard about that. Any leads?"
"No, not really. We just opened an old case, that has more leads than this one."

"Really?"
"Yes."
"About what was it?"
"A child was murdered."

"Oh, that's awful." Bill needed a moment to answer that. Harry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Victoire had no idea what she could say, but she knew both her father and her uncle were desperate to continue the conversation. So she said the first thing that crossed her mind. "Uncle Harry, did you know Gryffindor won the House Cup this year?"

"That's great! And what place did Slytherin get?"

"Third."

"Second?"

"Hufflepuff."

"And Ravenclaw was fourth?"
"Yes. It's really rare, isn't it?"

"Yeah. A rare score." Silence fell again. Fleur arrived, with smoking mugs and handed one to each of them. "Thanks Mum."
"Thanks Fleur."

"Thanks honey." Harry was sitting across them, and started speaking. "Now, I know this is going to be hard, but I need you to listen very carefully and don't talk until the end. Clear?" Bill and Fleur nodded, mutely. "Okay, then. We all know about Dom." Bill nearly choked on his tea, and Fleur became absolutely still. It was so silent you could almost hear their frantic heartbeats. "I've had information that…" Harry was hesitant to say it but knew he had to. "That she's been murdered." Bill's mug fell on the floor and shattered in a thousand piece, Fleur gasped. "What?"

"He said she's been murdered, Mum." Victoire said. "Who told you that?" Bill exclaimed. Harry didn't seem to want to talk, probably not to betray Victoire. "Me."

"Honey, we've already talked about this…" Bill said, gently. "No! We haven't! All you say it's a way to deal with grief! But Uncle Harry agrees with me, the case is open and there's nothing you can do about it!"

"Victoire Gabrielle Weasley, she wasn't murdered." Fleur said, losing her patience. "You shouldn't go telling fibs to your uncle!"

"I'm not telling fibs! Uncle Harry, I'm right, aren't I?"

"Yes. I think she's right."

"Harry." Bill said, trying to reason with him. "She was two years old. Nobody wanted her dead."
"There are some people, Bill who would want every single Weasley and Potter dead. Possibly even Lupin."

"Who's that?"

"Death Eaters. Victoire had thought all about it. There was the trace of mud from a boot near the window."

"That could've been her playing with puddles and just banging in!"
"No. There is only one. And the shoe is too big for a child. Then there was an open window, wasn't there? She slept with it open, it was summer."
"Why didn't they murder us all, then?" Fleur snapped. "Victoire was one room away, Bill and I two! Why didn't they?"

"It would've caused too much suspicion. A child's death… many of them die. But another child too? And two adults? No way the Aurors would buy that."

"You have a point there, Harry, but our daughter wasn't killed."

"And what proof do you have?"

"We would've heard him!"
"That's not likely, Mum." Victoire explained. "We think it was somebody we know."
"It's not possible, we don't know any Death Eaters!"

"We said that Death Eaters wanted her dead. We never said anything about them physically killing her."
"Who, then?"

"Somebody you know very well. Somebody Dom would trust enough to make him or her read a fairytale and then fall asleep."

"Well, that counts pretty much all the family then. But why would they kill Dom?"

"There's only one answer, isn't there? Imperius Curse." Nobody dared to speak a word. "I just need to take a look at the room, okay?"

"Go ahead." Bill said. "But… you won't find anything. She wasn't murdered." The last sentence, however, wasn't convinced. Doubt seemed to have found its way inside of him. Harry searched the room, and found proof. Victoire could only register one fact: somebody believed her. She lost no time in flooing to Teddy's. "Teddy, Teddy…"

"Teddy's at the Potter's, Victoire." Mrs Tonks smiled. "He should come back any minute, now."

"Thanks."
"Please, sit down. Do you want something?"

"No thanks."

"How are you?" Vic sat down. "I'm happy, right now." Mrs Tonks smiled. "Why's that? What happened?" Victoire remembered her uncle saying something about not telling anything. "Just the mood."
"Well, that's nice. Teddy will have a nice surprise when he gets home." The fireplace burned green. "Hi Gran." His eyes settled on Vic and he grinned. "Hey Vic. What are you doing here?" Before he could get out of the fireplace, Vic ran and hugged him, almost tackling him. "Whoa! Calm down!" He said, laughing, hugging her back. "They believed me, Teddy! Uncle Harry believed me!"
"Well, that's awesome! And will he look in to it?"

"Yes! He told Mum and Dad!" Mrs Tonks smiled, knowing that if they were talking in riddles, that meant they didn't want to talk about it. Teddy kissed his grandmother's cheek and they both ran into Teddy's room. They settled down on the floor. "I'm so happy, Teddy! I thought he'd think I was crazy! But he really believes me! He even found more proof!"
"What?"

"I don't really know, I just overheard him saying that."

"Oh. Okay. Well, that's great. If all of this is really true…"
"Which it is!"

"Which it is, then Dom will finally have peace, won't she? And hopefully, you too."

"I don't know about that." Vic's tone changed completely. "I… I'll still miss her."

"You always will. She was your sister, Vic. It's not something you forget that easily, now, is it?"
"No. But… I wish she was here. I wonder how it would be like. If she was still alive… how many things would be different."
"Hey, Vic, listen to me." Teddy told her. "Don't drown yourself in the 'what if's. It's not like that."

"I know it isn't. But… how do you think Dom would've been?"

"No idea. Maybe like you."
"Or maybe the opposite of me."

"But she's not here. And as I already said, don't think about the 'what if's."

"I-I just wish she was. Here."

"Me too."

Author's Note

Okay, here's the end of the chapter! I know maybe Bill and Fleur reacted a bit strange about Dom being murdered, but of course, I don't think any parent that had accepted their daughter had died on her own would easily accept that she actually didn't. Hope you liked it! Please review! Thanks for reading.