Author's Note: More rebuilding.
Disclaimer: I am not JKR, so I don't own Harry Potter or any affiliated characters.
I was jittery as I walked down the St. Mungos hallway to Victoire's room. I walked in without knocking, finding a sleeping Vic. Bill and Fleur must've gone home to sleep. They haven't had a good night's sleep in days. It was nine o'clock, and I hoped Vic would wake up soon. I hadn't been able to talk to her in ages. She's my best friend, and I boy was I worried. Hogwarts is starting in three weeks, and I really hope she will be able to come. That would really blow, to miss your first day at Hogwarts.
Victoire started to stir, and I stood up from my chair. She sat up, and opened her eyes. I smile crept across my face. I practically skipped over to her bed, giving her a big hug. Thank goodness my friends couldn't see me. A twelve year old boy, skipping. I let go of Vic just as Joy, the nurse walked in. Spending two weeks at St. Mungos allowed me to meet plenty of nurses, most of which would sneak me food whenever I got hungry.
Joy looked cheerful, and was carrying a plate of delicious looking food. "Good morning Miss Weasley! It's great to see you awake. And Teddy, always a pleasure. A healer will be coming in sometime today to see how you are doing, but don't worry if you fall asleep. Be sure to eat as much as you want. And Ted, don't eat all of her food for her. I can always bring up more. Bye dears!" she said, handing the tray to me, and walking out of the room. I extended the table across her hospital bed, and placed the tray upon. Her bad arm was in a sling, so she could only eat with her right arm.
Once Vic was finished eating I rang for the nurse to come take the tray away. This time, Kate came to collect the remains of breakfast. For a while, there was a sort of awkward silence. The kind that felt like it lasted fifteen years, but was only really fifteen seconds. She was the first to speak.
"I won't be able to play quidditch this year." A wave of shock hit me. Vic, not play quidditch? That was not okay. Our seeker graduated Hogwarts last year, and I know Vic would've made the team. "Why not?" I asked. Vic's face was sullen. "My mum says that the healers probably won't clear me to play. My injuries were too severe, and I need physical therapy. Plus, I can't even eat with both hands, let alone hang onto a broom." This did not sound the Victoire I knew and loved. Like a cousin, not like a girl. The thought was weird, loving Vic.
"Vic, we need you! If there is any way you can play, we need to figure it out!" I said, running my hands through my electric blue hair. Being a metamorphagus has its perks, once you learn to control your power. "Actually Mr. Lupin, there is a way she could play," Jon, Vic's healer said as he walked into the room, "Professional quidditch players get hit with this stuff all the time, and they can bounce back. There is the long way and the short way. The short way will need your parents consent though. Once they get here we can all talk about. Speak of the devil." Fleur and Bill walked into the room, Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione in tow.
"Vic!" Hermione squealed, giving her niece a hug. Ron nodded his hello, and he and Hermione went to go sit down. Jon cleared his throat, and the chatter died down. Everybody found places to sit; I sat at the foot of Vic's bed. "Now that Victoire's parents are here we can start. Ginny, it's great to see you again," he said, nodding at Ginny. Ginny smiled in return.
"How do you know Aunt Ginny?" Vic asked, cutting Jon off. "I know her from quidditch injuries. Which is why we are all here. Vic suffered quidditch injuries, some of which I am very familiar in dealing with. Now that Vic is awake and fine, there are two ways we could go by healing her. I believe Joy told you all of the long way, but there is another option. It would be expensive," Jon said.
"Well, what is it?" Ron asked. "We can speed heal Victoire's injuries, with a series of potions and spells. This is what normally happens when a professional comes in with injuries of the sort. I am under the impression that both Vic and Teddy both want her to play quidditch this year at Hogwarts. The speed heal is the only way that that would happen. Perhaps you should all talk about, and ring for me when your ready. Ginny should be able to give her opinion, she has undergone this treatment," Jon left, leaving Bill and Fleur looking at each other.
"How much will this cost us Ginny?" Bill asked his younger sister. Ginny answered, "It really depends. For Vic's injuries, probably a thousand galleons, give or take a few. It's quite expensive, but it is very effective." Fleur gave Bill a look. Vic piped up, "That's bloody expensive!" Hermione shot her a look that said be quiet, which is exactly what my best friend did. "We can afford that right now, right Bill?" Fleur asked. Bill nodded, "I say we do this. It's for Vic, and the Gryffindor house team. I know that this will make her a lot happier than if we force her to sit out."
Vic smiled. I returned it with a look of disbelief. She is definitely her daddy's little girl. I press the call healer button on the side of Vic's bed, and Jon reappears in the room. "Have you made your decision?" he asks. Bill nodded, and Fleur spoke up, "We would like Victoire to be speed healed, as soon as possible. We can be to Gringotts and back in an hour or so, and are prepared to cover the cost of the whole treatment, up front, paid in full. So just heal our little baby!"
Jon nodded. Bill stood up and shook his hand. "We can start her treatment right now, if you'd like. Then she will be done in about three hours. You can take her home, but she has to rest for twenty four hours before taking part in any physical activity." Ginny spoke. "I'll stay with Vic. Since I've been through this before, I have to say that I would be the best help. Bill and Fleur, go to Gringotts and come back here. You can ask for a bill at the front desk. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, go make sure the kids haven't driven mum and dad mad. We will be at Shell Cottage in a couple of hours."
Wow, thanks Ginny, just forget about me. "And Teddy. What do you want to do? I have no objection to you staying here with me and Vic, but it could pretty boring. Or you could go with Harry and go play with the kids. It's your choice." Hmmm, tough decision. Playing with a bunch of kids under ten, or staying in a hospital where by best friend was about to undergo painful treatments so she could play quidditch with me. "I think I'll stay here, you know, offer support." Ginny gave the adults a look that said I told you so, which they returned. Vic and I just looked confused.
Everybody left, and Jon came back in. Vic looked scared, so I took her hand. She blushed. Whoa. Jon started to describe the treatment process, which sounded excruciatingly painful. Jon asked if Vic was ready to begin. She nodded. I let go of her hand, and started to sit next to Ginny. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back, with force that I didn't think she had in her. "Can he stay here?" Vic asked Jon. Jon nodded. Ginny came and took Vic's other hand. The treatment process had begun.
A lot of tears and a couple of hours later, the three of us were headed off to Shell Cottage. We decided to use Muggle transportation, it would be the easiest way for Vic to travel. The cab dropped us off as close as we could get, so we walked the rest of the way. Rather Ginny and I walked, Victoire was carried. She was dead tired, barely having the energy to stay awake in the cab.
We got to the front door, which was opened before Ginny got a chance to knock. Bill took Vic from my arms, and Fleur welcomed us in. Harry was there, with Molly, Arthur and Hermione. I guess Ron got stuck with babysitting. Lucky him. Poor guy will probably be scarred for life. Oh well.
Harry greeted Ginny with a kiss. Vic got a spark of energy, and gave her dad a hug. Bill put her down. Fleur came into the living room with some tea, and we all sat down. Molly had tons of questions, and a little chocolate for Vic. Arthur was fascinated when I told him that we had taken a Muggle cab home.
"So, are you excited for Hogwarts?" Hermione asked. Vic nodded, "I can't wait. Especially to play quidditch!"
Vic was right about quidditch. She made the Gryffindor house team with me. We went on to win the cup that year, and well, the rest of the years we won it too. She and I both started to get older, and soon I started to see her in a whole new light.