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"Okay now honey hold my hand tight, and don't let go, okay?"
"Okay mommy."
Victoire stepped into the green flames and said in a loud clear voice "Shell Cottage." The flames devoured them, Dora clutched her mother's had and squeezed her eyes shut; she opened them to find her and her mother in a small building. She stepped out of the fire place with her mother.
"Victoire, it's really you." An older looking woman with the same colour hair as Victoire was in tears, she ran over and hugged Dora's mother.
"S'cuse me," Dora pulled on the woman's robes. "Who are you?"
"Oh Victoire? Is this?"
"Mom meet your granddaughter." Victoire smiled. Fleur had tears in her eyes.
"This is grandma?" Dora looked up at the woman and gave her a hug.
"Fleur is it her?" A rough voice came from the kitchen, and Dora starred as a man walked in. She stared at his face; a large scar covered his face.
"Mommy, who is that?" She said pointing to , but more to his scar.
"Victoire? Who is this?"
"Dad this is your granddaughter."
"What happened to his face?" Dora whispered to her mother. The man laughed.
"Well that's a story I'll tell you another day," he crouched down to her height, "What's your name?" Victoire held her breathe as her daughter answered her grandfather's question.
"Dora, Dora Lupin." She smiled, Bill's faded.
"Victoire? Is she-"
"Yes dad, She's Teddy's, Oh daddy I'm sorry, I was frightened, he broke up with me before I could tell him, and-and I was scared, I thought you would be mad, and then I'd lose Dora and I didn't know what to do." Tears were streaming down her face. "So I ran."
"Oh honey," Bill pulled his daughter into him, "It's okay."
Then the fire place glowed green and James emerged from the flames.
"So, I'm wondering. Why James?" Bill asked eyeing James. "Why didn't you come to us first?"
"He knew the whole time, where I was, about me and Teddy, Dora, everything. I made him swear not to tell."
"Grandpa." Dora looked up at Bill. "Can you fly? Mommy says we can fly on brooms."
"Yep." He winked at Dora "Once I lived in Egypt and had to fly across the desert to escape huge mummies who were chasing me!" Dora gasped in aw at the thought.
"So mom, how are Louis and Dominique?" Victoire asked. Her father went into details about the curse the mummies almost put on him.
"Go ask them, they came home for the summer a week ago." And as if on cue, Dominique ran downstairs to sere what the commotion was.
"Dominique!" Victoire ran to hug her sister.
"Victoire? Is it really you?"
"Yes."
Good gracious what's with the noise?" Louis stammered down the stairs.
"Louis!"
"Victoire?" He looked like he had just seen a Crumple-Horned Snorkack.
"It's me!"
"Oh wow." Was all he could say, still in shock that his sister was back. Dora walked over to Dominique and Louis. "Oh and who is this?"
"Hi I'm 6." Dora smiled at them.
"Well hello six, how are you?" Dominique sat on the stairs.
"No silly I'm six years old, my name is Dora Lupin, but kids in my class call me loopy, but I don't think its funny."
"Dora Lupin?" Louis eyed his sister, so her father is?"
"Yes it's Teddy." Victoire looked down, why must everyone bring him up.
"He's really depressed you know, have you gone to see hi-"
"No, and sorry Dominique, but I don't think I plan on it."
"Oh that's too bad," Dominique frowned. "Are you going back to muggle America or are you going to stay here?"
"I'm not 100% sure yet, but I'm really leaning towards staying."
"Oh please do, it's been so lonely without you."
After several hours of chat, James said he had other business and left; Victoire had a bad feeling about his sudden leave but soon forgot about it. Meanwhile Dora was having a blast with her aunt and uncle, Dominique sat Dora on her broom and flew around a little bit, only a few feet of the ground of cores, but had a great time. Diner time rolled around and Fleur came out to ask what they wanted for dinner. Dora, having inherited her silly side from her father, screamed "Eggs n' Bacon Please!"
"Eggs and Bacon?" Fleer asked her daughter.
"You know it's funny, she asked for soup for breakfast this morning. I wonder if the magic is getting to her head." Victoire told her mother.
"No I just remember when you were four and Teddy was six, he was staying for supper. I asked what he wanted for diner and he had the exact same answer, Eggs n' Bacon."