A/N: We don't own HP. That would be the amazing Jo Rowling.

Chapter 2- Lost: Victoire-10, Teddy-12

"One more time on your broom, uncle Harry! Please!" begged Victoire.

"Sure, but go with Teddy, he knows the boundaries."

They climbed on to the Fireblot 500. "Ready Vic?". They started to go in the air.

"We'll be back by dinner!" screamed Victoire. They took a sudden dive and Victoire put her arms around Teddy. She put her head on Teddy and closed her eyes, daydreaming.

Teddy kept racing faster and faster, he felt a soft curly hair on his shoulder. He turned to see Victoire resting on his back. He closed his eyes. She was perfect. It wasn't her veela parts. His favorite features of hers were her Weasley features. He closed his eyes and remembered last year. Them dancing and his conversation. The broom slowly started to descend. Teddy opened his eyes "Vic! It's going to be a rough landing!" They landed in a forest.

"Where are we?" asked Victoire, starting to panic.

"I don't know. But I see chimney smoke!" They started to walk towards it. After walking for half an hour of walking, Victoire took off her shoes. "Why'd you wear those, Vic?"

"I wanted to look nice."

"You don't need shoes to look nice."

"So, you're saying that it doesn't matter 'cuz I'm part-Veela, so any non-Veela part is Ugly?"

"No, I'm not saying that at all!"

"So you're saying I'm pretty?"

"Well, I guess."

"Thanks. You like me! You like me! Teddy Lupin has a crush on me! Oooh!"

"No, I- it's complicated."

"Oh." Victoire looked crestfallen. They reached the edge of the forest and saw a rook-shaped house. "Wrong Way."

"Who are you?" came a voice from behind them. A thin man, with long, white blond hair was staring there. He was dressed in bright purple jeans, a plaid shirt and a turquoise robe. He had no shoes on. "Oh, Teddy Lupin and Vicky Weasley! Luna's told me so much about you!"

"Xeno Lovegood!" exclaimed Teddy. "I remember you from all the weddings!"

"Yeah!" squealed Victoire, "Uncle Harry said you lived around here. We're lost, Can you help us get back to the Burrow?"

"Sure," said Xeno, "Shall we apparate?"

"No, Victoire gets sick to her stomach."

"Well, let's walk then." They started on their way. Victoire tripped on root after root, rock after rock. She looked back to shout something to Xenophilius when she ran into a huge root that sent her flying through the air, landing on her leg.

"Ouch!" she cried.

"Vic!" Teddy rushed over to her, "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I didn't see this root and tripped. I think I ended up twisting my ankle. Can you make it better, Mr. Lovegood?"

Xenophilius caught up, "Oh dear, Episkey!"

The pain only got worse. Victoire let out a yelp. "Here," Teddy said, "I'll carry you, piggyback style!" They walked on for an hour until they reached the Weasley Garden.

They heard Hermione calling their voices, "Teddy! Teddy Remus! Victoire! Victoire Gabrielle!"

"Over here!" shouted Xenophilius. Fleur, Bill, Ron, Harry and Ginny came rushing over.

"What happened?" asked Bill as he relieved Teddy of Victoire, "We were so worried!"

"It's all my fault! We overshot, went in the wrong direction and Mr. Lovegood brought us back. Vic twisted her ankle and Episkey didn't work."

"We'll talk about this later," said Harry, eyeing Teddy, "For, now, let's get you some dinner."