Bonus Chapter 11: Truth of the Epilogue

"This is so weirdddd…" heralded Teddy Lupin as he walked with Victoire Weasley along Platform 9 ¾. "No, still not over it, too strange!"

After a few years, Teddy and Victoire were able to sort out exactly where their relationship stood. They were in love and as cliché as it may sound; there is no better way of putting it. They were about to face the biggest challenge of their relationship so far, being apart. The time has come for Victoire to leave for Hogwarts, embarking on her last year, while Teddy was going out of his mind.

"How am I supposed to breaaaatheeeeee?" he whined desperately, half comically. Victoire looked at him, amused at how adorable she found that expression even if she saw it on his face so very often. She took his hand slyly and intertwined her fingers with his. This made Teddy calm down a bit and eased his temper, but it wasn't enough to get him to stop whining. "This is horrible. I'm going to have to find a way to sneak into Hogwarts," he muttered. "I wonder if the Marauder's Map-"

"COME ON, Teddy! We've gone through this a HUNDRED times. We will be FINE!" said Victoire. "Trust me on this. Remember those summers in France? See? We're still as good as the first day" she said smiling. Her blonde hair was bouncing behind her and her twinkling eyes were nothing less than mesmerizing.

"Grrrrr," Teddy grumbled, helping Victoire get onto the train. "All those years sitting in the same compartment and you expect me to just be cool about this? Easy for you to say… you get to go to our scenic spots as a couple and reminisce about how you love me so," he mocked and threw in a cocky smile. "While I'm stuck with nothing but mere memories of the times we've shaaaared" after whimsically declaring all this and making the first years stare, Teddy held Victoire in his hands. Victoire then started laughing and embraced Teddy. His humor and his smile, some things never change.

"Oh come on, you're a big boy already," she mocked, throwing in a wink as she spun around into the compartment. "Imagine, going to work at the Ministry as an Auror tomorrow… My oh my, how you've grown! Well, not emotionally, clearly"

They both laughed and eventually found themselves in the middle of an empty compartment. It was time for them to say goodbye.

"This is it" said Victoire, looking down. Teddy held her hands and gestured her chin up.

"I love you, Victoire, I sincerely and honestly do. I will think of you EVERY day… except during Quidditch games, maybe, probably" he said with a comforting voice.

"I love you too, Teddy… unconditionally" she said smirking. "Even during Qudditch season!" she added. With that, Teddy kissed her like never before, lifting her off the ground even. Of course, just as how other wonderful moments go…

A voice was sniggering from behind the Teddy and Vee.

"JAMES!" shouted the two. Young James Potter, who eventually started playing the field and enchanting witches himself, sprinted out of the compartment before any of the two caught him.

"Until the next Hogsmeade weekend, my dear!" shouted Teddy as he ran out of the compartment, hoping to catch James before Harry catches him. Before the train left the station, Victoire looked out the window and caught Teddy's eye. His wink and cocky grin was met by a giggle and a gentle wave goodbye.

Author's Note: Thank you for the incredible support you guys have given me all these years! I know what you're thinking… why add a bonus chapter all of a sudden? Well, I was going through my old fics, reminiscing now that I am off to college and realized that I was living out the story of Teddy and Victoire.

I KNOW, it is PRETTY CRAZY. I wrote this fic when I was around 15 and now I'm turning 18. One month after I wrote Chapter 10, certain things started falling into place. I may have possibly found my very own Teddy Lupin, with the same personality and attitude and he also happens to be my best friend. All that after finishing the last chapter!

Indeed, love is magic so I'm hoping things work out for me the way it worked out for Victoire. After all, anything is possible. Until the next train arrives, my readers!