A year had gone by so quickly, Teddy thought to himself. He had successfully passed all of his first classes. His grades were not great but at least he didn't fail. Summer where soon to be over and he was about to begin his second-year already. Teddy loved Hogwarts, and this year would be able to try out for his house quidditch team.

It was the subject for most of the train ride for Teddy and his mates. The boys were all thrilled with excitement, well everyone but Henrik who had been forced by his father.

"Says it brings shame to our name if I don't least try out." He had told Teddy later at the fields. It didn't really surprise Teddy that Henrik failed his try-outs, because it was on purpose. When he failed to get the quaffle for the fourth time he was taken of the court.

Teddy on the other hand had a wonderful time. He scored a lot of goals and was announced as one of the new chasers. Greg also passed and became the new goalie. Teddy couldn't help but laugh as the boys started running up the hill. He had the best time of his life right now. He had his friends; he had his family, even school was something he looked forward to this year. He felt the happiest he'd ever been. He felt free.

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Victoire sat by one of the windows of her grandparent's house in France. The sky was a misty grey and the rain dripped down slowly. She opened the window to listened. Maybe his owl was lost, or had injured itself. He never took this late to reply to her. In his last letter, he had told her about the quidditch try-outs and that he had become the new chaser of the Hufflepuff team. It was now march. Nothing... in several months. They had spoken at Christmas of course but he had now been placed at the grownups table. Further away from her. She had only been able to say a few words to him. Like how are you or congratulations on winning your first quidditch game. He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.

"Victoire!"

Her two siblings had begun to play around in the muddy puddles underneath her. They yelled her name, calling for her to come play with them.

She took one more look at the sky, then replying to her siblings that she would be down in a minute. She took the iron handle of the window and pulled it shut. As she put on her yellow raincoat and wellies, she started to accept the thought.

The thought that he might have more fun without her this time in life. He had new friends; they had become his family now. He didn't need to talk to her anymore. Victoire then ran out to her siblings as tears started to run down her face.

She had been forgotten.