A/N: Sorry for the long wait, blame it on school. Now that I'm on break until January 22nd I can devote time to Fan Fiction again. Victoire is 13 so Louis is about 6.


Victoire had never been so glad that it was the summer holiday. Having just finished her second year at Hogwarts, and she was ready to enjoy a little free time. Although something had kept her from being able to fully enjoy this time.

It was her brother Louis and his attitude of late. She was a very perceptive person and she could tell something was wrong. He was usually such a cheerful and content person, but ever since he'd come with her father to pick her up from Kings Cross she noticed a change in him.

From the moment they'd gotten back to Shell Cottage until he was called for dinner he'd remained in his room. When he did come down it looked as if he'd been crying.

The following day he was almost identical except this time he seemed a bit angry. And today he hadn't appeared for breakfast or lunch.

She was determined to find out what was wrong. Gently she knocked on his door.

"Louis may I come in?" there was no answer "Louis?"

"If you're looking for him, Dominique said making her way down from the attic; he's down on the beach."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I watched him walk down there."

"Thanks Dom."

Following the footprints in the sand Victoire made her way down to where her brother was. She knew that she'd taken him by surprise because when she called his name from a few feet away she caught his nervous reaction.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you." She said sitting down next him.

"It's alright you didn't really." It was clear he was lying, again something that was very unlike him.

They sat not too close to the water but close enough that every so other they could feel a few droplets from the rolling waves.

Putting her hair behind her arm she gently fell back on the sand. For a few moments she indulged herself in the sun's warmth, but then she remembered why she'd come down to the beach.

"Louis, can I ask you something?"

He wasn't quick to answer but said "Yes."

"What are you doing down here?"

"I'm thinking that's all."

"What about?"

"Dad."

Now it was he who had surprised her that was the last thing she'd expected to hear him say. She sat up and looked at him

"Why dad?" This time Louis didn't say anything, but she could see that he'd shed a few tears. And suddenly it was clear to her.

"Did something happen the other day when you two came to King's Cross?"

He shook his head but said nothing, there were more tears in his eyes and she could tell that he was fighting to hold them back.

"Louis what happened, please tell me?"

Louis began to sob intensely, it was more than he could take and he knew that he needed to tell someone.

Victoire pulled him closer to her and held him tightly. After a few minutes he spoke.
"People were saying things about Dad, for a second it looked to him as if she didn't understand what he was saying, mean and hurtful things about his face."

This explained everything. Of course to his family and friends Bill was normal, but to those who didn't know about why he looked the way he did, well that was a different story.

In the eyes of his children and wife Bill Weasley was a hero. But it was still hard to realize that other people may have not seen him that way.

"And I'm worried that he heard what people said."

"Oh Louis, it's alright."

Sometimes it was difficult for Victoire to remember that Louis was still so young. Being seven years apart in age often made it impossible for them to spend time together. By the time he'd turned four she already left for school.

She understood his frustration with those people; thinking back to the first time she realized people were talking about her dad made her a little upset. She been so angry that not even Teddy could make her smile.

"I felt this way once to Louis."

"You did?"

"Yes, I did and I want you to know that you don't have to worry about dad."

"I don't?"He said looking up at her.

"No, you don't." She said wiping away the last of his tears. "Listen I remember thinking the same thing when I was around your age, and I told dad that I felt the
way you feel."

"What did he say?"

"He said, "I don't want you to worry about me, it's not your job, it's my job to worry about you. I can handle whatever people have to say. But what I can't handle is you worrying about me all the time."

Victoire hadn't fully understood why he'd said that to her until now. She knew that was her father's way of telling her that it was okay to live her life without feeling sorry for him, because not even Bill felt sorry for himself.

Louis sat up and smiled at her. "I still might worry about him though."

"That's alright, I do to, she smiled back at him, just don't let it consume you, okay?"

"Okay."

The two of them continued to sit there and talk about the most random of things, until the sun set and their sister came to tell them that dinner was ready.


A/N: My mom is seven years older than her brother and they are very close. I hope you enjoyed it Harry and Lily are next.