"Iz zis not ze most adorable dress that you 'ave ever seen?" Fleur asked excitedly as she observed Victoire standing in the center of the Weasleys' living room. Victoire beamed at Ginny, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley, all of whom were all sitting on the sofa watching her. She was wearing a sweet green dress with lace at the collars and cuffs. With her fair skin and strawberry blonde hair, she looked like a doll.

"Victoire," Molly said. "You look beautiful!"

"Thank you," she said before she did a small curtsy. Fleur clapped proudly.

"It's great, Fleur," Ginny said as she stood to inspect the dress closer. "And yes, Vicki, you look absolutely lovely in it." Victoire beamed even more as Ginny reached down to touch the fabric. "I think she'll end up stealing the show from me at my own wedding."

"Mum said I can get my hair done," Victoire said happily. "And I have a bow that will match the dress, and she said I could wear it, too."

"You absolutely can," Ginny said with a smile. "Thank you for agreeing to be in my wedding."

"Oh, but I wanted to!" she said. "I'm so excited."

"All right," Fleur said, going over and taking Victoire by the hand. "We 'ad better change before you get ze dress all wrinkled."

"Do I have to?" Victoire asked.

"Yes, yes," she said as she took her daughter by the hand and led her away to change. Ginny turned back towards Hermione and her mother.

"She is adorable."

"And so clever!" Molly said. "She gets that from Bill."

"Fleur was pretty quick, too," Hermione said. "She was a Triwizard Champion."

"Of course," Molly said obviously, "but I just see a lot of Bill in her."

"Well, she looks just like Fleur," Ginny said before she sat back down. "Her hair's a little darker and her eyes are rounder, but otherwise, she's like a mini version of her. The same with Dominique."

"And with Louis," Molly added, "I always thought he looked just as Bill did when he was baby, but lately, he's actually starting to look a lot like Percy and Ron did when they were smaller. He acts just like his father, though. Such a patient and quick witted boy. They're all so sharp."

Ginny smiled. There was no stopping her mother when it came to bragging about her grandchildren.

"Okay," said Harry as he suddenly walked into the room. "Teddy made me promise that he'd only have to wear his robes for five minutes and then he could change back."

Ginny laughed. "What's he going to do the day of the wedding?"

"I may have to bribe him with something," he said as he peeked back around the corner and made a gesture to someone in the other room.

"Five minutes?" came the sound of Teddy's voice.

"I promise," Harry said, turning back towards Ginny and throwing her a funny smile. "Five minutes."

"We just want to make sure it fits, Ted," Ginny said encouragingly.

"I can tell you it fits," he said from the other room. "I'm wearing it."

"Come on, buddy," Harry urged, just as Teddy's bright turquoise hair entered the room dressed in a small set of very dark green dress robes. He looked annoyed.

"Oh, you look great," Ginny said.

"How handsome," Molly said with a smile.

"You really do look very smart," Hermione said, standing up to take a better look at him.

"I hate it," he mumbled as his hair color suddenly started to fade to brown as he stood there.

"The sleeves are a little long," Ginny said to Harry, "but otherwise it fits fine."

"Oh, I can take those in," Molly said. "Don't worry about that."

"Teddy," Ginny said as she dropped to one knee, "why do you hate the dress robes so much?"

"Because they're stupid," he said as he crossed his arms grumpily in front of his chest.

"You know, Harry will be wearing them, too."

Teddy looked up at Harry, who nodded.

"We're just asking you to wear them for a couple of hours," she said. "Would you do that for me and Harry?"

Teddy didn't say anything.

"I told him I'd even take him to buy him a black pair of trainers so that he didn't have to wear dress shoes," Harry said. "He says the dress shoes hurt his feet."

"Look at that," Ginny said, trying to get Teddy to look her in the eye. "Is there anything else that would make them more comfortable?"

Teddy shrugged as the frown on his face softened. "I'll do it for you, if I have to," he mumbled, glancing from Ginny to Harry. They both smiled at each other as Fleur and Victoire reentered the room.

"Teddy!" Victoire said excitedly. "Is that what you're wearing to the wedding?"

"Yes…"

"Oh, he and Victoire will look just precious walking down ze aisle together," Fleur said happily as she began to observe Teddy.

Teddy suddenly looked grumpy again.

"You do look very nice," Victoire said with a smile. After the words came out of her mouth, she suddenly blushed. Teddy, however, started the floor looking rather embarrassed.

Harry nudged him. "What do you say when someone says something nice, Teddy?"

"Thank you," he mumbled in a foced tone. Victoire smiled.

"All right," Harry said to him. "You can go change back."

Teddy's face lit up. Without a second's hesitation, he bolted from the room.

"I better make sure he doesn't try to hide those robes," Harry said as an after thought before quickly following after him.

"And that's that," Ginny said with a relieved smile. "Wardrobe is taken care of."

"It feels nice to have something completely done," Hermione said, returning to her seat on the sofa. "Doesn't it?"

"It's a huge weight off to finally be getting some things squared away."

"I cannot believe ze wedding iz just days away," Fleur said. "It makes me remember my own wedding."

"What a day that was," Molly said heavily, as if she suddenly remembered something specific.

"Was it beautiful?" Victoire asked.

"Yes, it was very beautiful," Molly said to her granddaughter. "It was right here in the back garden. It was the prettiest the yard had ever looked."

"Until some uninvited guests showed up," Ginny mumbled, shaking her head.

"Who showed up?" Victoire asked.

"Just some bad people," Fleur said with a wave of her hand. "Zey just wanted to start trouble."

Victoire looked worried. "Aunt Ginny, these bad people won't be at your wedding, will they?"

Ginny grinned. "No, Vicki. Harry made sure they wouldn't be."

"That's good," she said matter-of-factly.

"I still regret not being able to have my wedding in France as I always dreamed," Fleur said absently. "I am glad that you have the freedom to 'ave your wedding wherever you choose to, Ginny."

"Paris is in France," Victoire said.

"Yes, it iz," her mother said proudly. "Very good."

"And that's where Uncle Ron is going, right?" Victoire asked.

"No," Ginny corrected her. "Uncle Ron just got back from Paris. He's not going back."

"But I thought Dad said…" Victoire began, though she stopped when Teddy suddenly came bounding back into the room dressed in his normal clothes.

"Vic, do you want to play Gobstones?" he asked in a much happier tone than he had been the last time they had seen him.

"Yes!" she said eagerly as she stood and disappeared with Teddy towards the back garden. Harry had to jump to get out of their way as he reentered the room with Teddy's robes in hand.

"So," he said. "All that's left is for Ron and me to pick up our robes, but we can do that whenever."

"Where is Ron?" Ginny asked. "He was supposed to be back an hour ago."

"Who knows," Harry said, joining the girls to sit, though the noise of the front door opening and shutting made everyone glance towards the entrance. A moment later, Arthur came walking in, his face covered in grease.

"What on earth have you been doing?" Molly asked.

"Working out in the shed," he said as he used his dirty hand to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Dad's restoring a car," Ginny said to no one in particular

"I just miss the old Anglia," he said. "And now that I don't have any kids who may want to hijack it in the middle of the night, or drive it into a tree, I can actually enjoy it."

Harry grinned.

"Well, I'm going to start dinner," Molly said before she stood. "I hope everyone is staying?"

"Oh," Hermione said, checking her watch. "Actually, I have plans. I probably should get going."

"What a shame," Molly said. "Do you have to?"

"Yes, I'm sorry," Hermione said with a glance at Harry. He knew the reason she was leaving was because Martin had promised her a nice evening to celebrate the closing of a case he had been working on, but she knew she didn't want to tell Mrs. Weasley that. Even though she and Molly and Hermione still got on well, despite the breakup with Ron, Hermione knew better than to mention Martin to her.

"Well, it was lovely seeing you, dear," Molly said. "I suppose the next time I'll see you will be this weekend."

Hermione smiled. "It will."

"Here, I'll walk you out," Harry said as he followed her into the back garden, holding the door open for her as she passed.

"Remember," she said once they were outside. "No plans for Friday after work. Same with Ginny."

"What on earth are you planning?" Harry asked.

"You'll see." She grinned. "And don't try to get it out of Ron. I warned him that I would do terrible things if he spoiled everything."

"Ron's in on it, too?" he asked. "Oh, this should be interesting."

Hermione smiled. "Bye, Harry."

"Have fun tonight," he said as he watched her disappear. He looked over to where Teddy and Victoire were crouched on the ground shooting large Gobstones back and forth at one another. He decided to make his way over to them.

"I've got a winner," he said, plopping down on the ground next to them.

"That's me," Teddy said proudly.

"Not yet," Victoire said carefully. She seemed to be concentrating on aiming her stone carefully at Teddy's stone, all in an attempt to knock it out of the circle.

"Miss it, miss it," Ted taunted as she watched her flick the stone. It missed.

"Yes!" He jumped up into the air. "I win!"

"You win this time," Victoire mumbled as she stood and let Harry take her spot while Teddy reset the game.

"I'm first," Teddy said to Harry as he took his stone and flicked it into the circle. "Then you go, Harry."

"Right," Harry said as Teddy explained the rules of the game—a game he had taught Teddy how to play in the first place—to him.

"Harry," said Victoire as she observed from the side. "When you marry Aunt Ginny, you're going to be my uncle, right?"

"I am," he said, nodding his head.

"So, I should start calling you Uncle Harry?" she asked.

"If you want," he said as he flicked his Gobstone directly at Teddy's and made it roll out of the circle. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I want to," she said, swaying from side to side.

"You've already got a hundred uncles," Teddy said as he looked up at her.

"Not a hundred," she corrected. "Only," she paused and started to count, "only four. Soon I'll have five."

"That's close to a hundred," Teddy mumbled once he flicked his Gobstone at Harry's and watched as it pushed his out of the circle.

"It is not," she said. "And if you think that's a lot, I even used to have another uncle."

"Where'd he go?"

"He died," she said somberly, "in the war. Grands doesn't like to talk about it."

Teddy didn't say anything, though Harry knew all too well why. He tended to get quiet when the war was brought up. It was only recently that Harry had sat down and explained more of what had happened to Teddy's parents to him. He and Andromeda had never hidden the fact that his parents had died fighting in the war, but they had never fully explained it either. They wanted to wait for him to understand what death and war really meant before they told him the truth about that day. Though, it had been Harry who had been with Teddy on the day when he asked why his parents had to die when so many other people got to live.

"I don't know the answer to that," Harry said as he sat down next to Teddy on the sofa in his living room.

"It's not fair," he said. "Everyone else gets a mum and a dad, and I don't even get one."

"Not everyone else does," Harry said, placing his hand on Teddy's shoulder.

"It seems like everyone else does."

"I know it does," Harry said, "but trust me, you're not alone. You know, I never knew my parents, either. They died when I was young."

Teddy looked at him. "You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not. My parents died when I was just a baby."

"Like me?"

Harry nodded. "Just like you."

"Did your grams take care of you, too?" he asked as he fidgeted on the sofa.

"I didn't even get a grandmother," Harry said. "I got sent to live with my aunt and uncle." He made a face. "It wasn't a very happy place."

"Why not?"

"They just weren't fond of me because I was different," he continued. "They were Muggles and hated magic. I didn't even know I was a wizard until the day I got my Hogwarts's letter."

Teddy looked shocked to hear it. "No…!"

"Yep. I always just thought I was a freak because that's what my aunt and uncle used to tell me."

He frowned. "That's not nice."

"It's not, but it was a part of my life that made me who I am in the end."

"I'm glad I don't have people like that in my life," Teddy said.

He smiled. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Did you have a godfather like you?"

Harry paused for a moment as he thought of Sirius. "I had a wonderful godfather, but I didn't get to meet him until I was thirteen. He died when I was fifteen."

Teddy eyes widened. "He died, too?"

Harry nodded. "I've lost a lot of people in my life. All at the hands of the same cause."

"The same cause that my parents died from?"

Harry nodded.

"Harry?" Teddy asked. "How did your parents die?"

Harry glanced at Teddy. He suddenly wondered if six was too young to really educate someone on the premise of murder.

"They were killed," he said. "By Voldemort."

"And he's the one people talk about you for?" Teddy asked. "The stories they tell about you…"

"Yeah, the same person."

"He killed them?" he asked softly.

Harry nodded.

"Were my parents killed like your parents?"

Harry bit his lip. He could already feel the scolding lecture and the cries of, "He's only six!" from Andromeda coming, but he had always promised to be honest with Teddy. Particularly since people hadn't been honest with him.

"Yes," he said. "They were killed by the people who worked with Voldemort. That's what the war was about. Our side against theirs."

Teddy's face whitened. He looked at the floor. "Were they brave?" he asked quietly.

"Your mum and dad?" Harry smiled. "They were incredible. They didn't hesitate fighting for what was right for one minute." He looked at Teddy's sad face. "They were very brave."

"I miss them," he said heavily. "I never even knew them, but I miss them. Have you ever heard of that?"

"Of course," Harry said. "You're completely normal for feeling that way."

"Can I tell you something?" he asked. "I've never told anybody."

"You know you can."

"I have dreams about them," he said as a small smile crossed his lips. "I have pictures of them, so I know what they look like, but I imagine their voices. In my dreams we do stuff like everyone else's family does and it makes me happy." He smiled, but slowly started to frown. "Sometimes I get really sad when I have to wake up."

Harry felt a lump materializing in his throat, though he coughed it out and then leaned over to put his arm around Teddy's shoulders. "Your parents were great people," he said, thinking of Sirius again. "And it's very unfortunate that I got to know them and you never really got the chance. I want you to know one thing, though."

Teddy looked up at him.

"They would be very proud of you."

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so," he said as Teddy began to smile.

Harry watched as Teddy knocked his final Gobstone out of the circle. He couldn't help but wonder when Teddy had gotten so good at this game.

"I win again!" Teddy said.

"My turn!" Victoire said. "I'm going to win this time."

"You always say that," he said, "but I'm unbeatable."

Harry stood and smiled down at the pair of them. What a life it must be when your biggest problems were being made to wear dress robes you didn't want to and whether or not you beat your friend at Gobstones. He continued smiling as he walked back towards the house, thinking about this very thought. If these were Teddy's biggest issues, then he was obviously doing something right.