This is the epilogue. Oh, how somber. I wish it wasn't ending, almost, but this is my first story and I just want it to be short and sweet. Also, I started writing epilogue option number one, but it was weird and too much focus was on Ron and Hermione, especially for a story directly about Fleur and Bill, so I wrote this and I like it much better. Thank you to 37Penship, XxAoi BaraxX, LitEnthused, OncerLoyal96, trygger, blazinglizard09, and Siobhyykayy! Review and favorite, and I hope you like this too!
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How smart their little girl was, now. Age eleven and already a poised little girl, with the mind of her mother and her silvery fair looks too. But she had her father's magical ability, very good with defense against the dark arts. Victorie, the gorgeous little girl who was attracting stares from parents and students alike, turned her face bitter from the eyes on her. "Papa, what if they will only want to be my friends for my looks! What if I get teased!" She had a heavy French accent, and also spoke French fluently. "It might help, with the fact that you are the teacher, I suppose. . ." She looked at her Papa with wide blue eyes.
Bill had been the defense against the dark arts teacher for a very long time now. Well, eleven years. The day after Victorie was born, he got his act together, found a job, and continued to be the great father his own father was to him. "You will never get teased, Victorie. And if you do, just like we practiced." Bill winked. Fleur did not approve of the use of violence, especially ever since her days of having her sister nearly die in the Triwizard Tournament, having her husband nearly die during the first battle of the second Wizarding War, and having everyone nearly die at her wedding. It was quite the darkly comical situation.
Bill would wink his eye at Victorie, because in secret, he had taught her the protego defense spell and taught her the tickling hex, a mostly harmless hex, but coming from Victorie, something to look out for. "Oh, Bill! It is Remus and Tonk's child. Teddy boy." Fleur pointed towards the tall second year, with his Hufflepuff friends Tod and Gale. It was as if the boy could sense his name being spoken, and he dodged his friends and ran over to Victorie.
The boy of the late Remus and Nymphadora was a charming, handsome, and hilarious boy who could change his looks, and gave himself colorful hair that usually stayed either bubblegum pink, sunshine yellow, or ocean blue. It seemed that whenever he was unusually happy, his hair would go blue against his will. When he felt crammed to study for a test, his hair turned yellow, the color of his Hufflepuff house. And pink. . . everyone knew what that was for.
"Vic!" He threw an arm around Victorie, and the pretty girl blushed. "First year of Hogwarts is always the best. You find friends on the train, you eat food on the train, you tell stories on the train. Everyone is just nice on the train. Especially during first year because it's all so new." The kid spoke fast.
"I—Uh—I guess. Do they have butterbeer?" Victorie swiped a long lock of moon colored hair from her cheek. "I. . . like butterbeer."
Teddy laughed sweetly. "They have butterbeer. And pumpkin juice. And sugar mice. And licorice flies. And chocolate wands, and Fred Weasley is even giving out Skiving Snackboxes for a dollar, so you'll be all set." He assured. While Fleur smiled over how her little girl was bonding with her firstborn girl, Bill was tightening his grip around eight-year-old Dominique Weasley's hand, in case there any other older, handsome boys ready to talk to her. And just for complete safety, he looked back at Louis, the small little six-year-old sitting on the ground and drawing small bears.
"Hey," he spontaneously smiled at Dominique, forcing a wide eyed gasp from Bill at the child's sheer nerve. "You want to see the train?" He asked. At once, Bill thought to resist the boy from taking both of his daughters from him, to 'see the train.' Ugh, this boy better not have any relationship with either of them ever. But instead of speaking to the young boy, he was beaten to the point.
"Nope. Pops told me all about the train and I want to see it for myself in three years. Because in three years I'll be eleven, and I'll make the best Gryffindor girl you're ever going to see!" She promised. Bill felt an overwhelming sense of pride for his family, and especially to his youngest girl.
Teddy seemed taken aback, that awful, snooty little boy, Bill thought. The Hogwarts train on Platform 93/4 chimed, ready to leave whether Victorie was on it or not. A thousand memories of that train flooded onto Bill, his first time going on, having Charlie hanging off his leg to go with him, begging him to write him back home. Long before there was a Percy, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and even Fred. . . it was simple, but he had never liked simple that much anyway.
The young boy laughed and grabbed his trunk once more. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, I think Vic and I are going to be friends," he stated. "Goodbye!" He called along with Victorie, his arm still careless around her shoulders.
For a moment, Bill thought that the boy's parents should keep a closer look on him, but he remembered there was no parents for Teddy. They were dead. Just as his brother was and countless others.
Beginning to feel saddened on one the best days of his daughters life, he cleansed the thought from his mind and kissed Fleur's cheek happily as Victorie smiled and waved as she drifted toward greatness, on the Hogwarts Express.