Tales From the Diaries

by 23a

The lives of the next generation of Harry Potter, told through diary entries. As they go on their own adventures and solve their own mysteries, make friends and fall in love, their thoughts are all written down, beginning with two simple words: Dear Diary. Chapters will vary in length, but will probably lean towards the short side. Rated T for safety.

6. Victoire Weasley

Dear Diary,

I kissed Teddy Lupin today. Is that wrong? I don't know. It doesn't feel wrong, certainly. It's been coming for ages, certainly. His grandmother didn't know a thing, but I could swear Dad winked at me as we walked away on the platform today. He was only on the platform to see me off, of course; claiming it was as a friend, but just because we had not kissed yet it did not mean we were only friends. He is my uncle Harry's godson, which is something to consider, but it is not as though we are related by blood. It is very confusing, certainly, and I'm not sure what to think. I like Teddy, I know that much; I am fairly certain that Teddy likes me too, hopefully for me and not for the veela in me. Do we love each other? The answer to that, I suppose, will have to wait. He's a good snogger, at least. And it's not as though Mum and Dad will disapprove... I doubt Teddy's grandmother will. Goodness, my mind is spinning. I will write later, it is off to bed now.

Sincerely,

Victoire Weasley