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They drove in the car to the Netherlands. They were in a land rover. Teddy had been given it by Andromeda. They drove through Belgium, stopping briefly overnight and going around a chip museum. Then they saw the pissing boy, whom Victoire was rather grossed out by, and the continued to Amsterdam.
They went to a campsite on the beach, about half an hours drive from Amsterdam. They set up their tent. They were all sleeping in a bell tent. Perhaps some people would have found that a little odd, but they didn't.
They stayed up until past midnight talking about the books and films Teddy liked. Though he alone admitted to liking them, the other three had watched some of them. Then they discussed real life. Scorpius brought up once again that the Netherlands was the first country to legalize same sex marriage, and that sparked a debate.
Something that few people knew was that Sirius Black and Remus lupin had in fact been lovers, before Sirius's death, with a 12 year gap in the middle. They talked about that for a very long time. It was sad really, even if werewolves could have been legally married (it was no secret that tonks and lupin wedding wasn't legal) that Remus still couldn't have married his first true love.
The following day they went to the rijks museum. They saw paintings, and split off in there pairs. Scorpius seemed to know an awful lot about all the paintings.
They had pizza for dinner. Victoire and teddy thought it was alright. Scorpius and albus weren't as keen. It wasn't bad, just a little burnt.
They spent a day on a beach, lounging in the son. "it's a Weasley family tradition, that we make a sand turtle whenever we're at a beach." Victoire said. Teddy grinned. "let's make one then." Victoire sook her head, feeling stupid. "no." "yes." said teddy. Together, they made a huge sand turtle. Then scorpius and albus jumped on it.
Teddy and scorpius wrote up a tree, a family tree. They were related, but they were having an argument about the exact relations. When Albus realized he had had a crush on his boyfriends fathers cousin, who was the same generation as his grandfather's best friends wife who was also the mother of his fathers godson who was dating his cousin and let's not forget wolfstar, they all got confused.
"so am I related to scorpius?" Albus asked. "yes. Through the marriage of dorea and Charlus, septimus and wahts her name, lucretia and Ignatius. And Harry Potter was related to Voldermort so you were actually closer related to Delphini. But not particularly close." teddy said.
The next day, they went to the moko. It was a modern art museum with Banksy and other work like that. Teddy liked this museum, scorpius did too but less so. Victoire and albus liked it a little.
At one point, albus and scorpius accidentally wandered off of the campsite with out realizing it. There was a broken swing at the campsite as well. One day they all went on a long walk. They walked down, and teddy started discussing how good an arena in the hunger games this would be.
They went to a museum aimed at children about world War two. It had interactive questions and other things. " I don't understand people like Hitler, like Voldermort." Teddy said. "I don't see how people can look at other people, and say they are not equal. They are animals. They deserve death. It hurts. How can humanity be so harsh?"
Victoire shook her head. "I agree, teddy. Then sometimes I think, maybe I'm cleverer because I'm part veela. Then I realize that by thinking that I'm just the same. People can be monsters. Stupid racist bigoted homophobic sexist transphobic anti - semetist prejudiced Islamophobic xenophobic and every other way if discrimination idiots. "
Scorpius was looking at statistics with a pain in his eyes. "and yet they never learn." he said. "it's disgusting. To think I couldn't love albus openly back then. And still can't in places. And yet, though they are recognized as monsters, things like this still happen. Persecution is still a thing."
It was later on that scorpius practiced transfiguration by himself. At the campsite. He made a small, downward pointing triangle. He slipped it subtly into his bag, as a reminder to fight for everyone to be equal. To never be tempted by the darkness as far to many of his family had. As his father had.