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Harry POV
The sky was a dark blue and it was only past four.
The ground was white and it was a cold, December day.
The coldness resembled the atmosphere and emotions throughout the Weasley clan, the feeling of disdain and utmost shock.
It had only past four months and still no one had got over the fact that Bill Weasley was gone. Molly quietly sobbed when she looked at his empty chair at Sunday dinner. George had lost two of his favourite brothers, Ron had lost his role model, Ginny had lost her protective older brother, Charlie had lost his closest brother and friend, and Fleur she lost her best friend, her husband, and the father of her children, leaving her heartbroken.
Dinner was the only thing that really kept the family together. Laughing at Ron's pathetic eating skills, George's jokes and products, and constantly teasing Victoire about Teddy and vice versa.
And now there was just shock.
No one could process the scene that had just taken place. The shouting from upstairs. The stumping down the stairs and the pleads from Victoire. Teddy flinging the door open and rushing out, face bright red and hair to match it. Victoire running, sobbing uncontrollable after him. What the hell is going on?
As the door reopened, Fleur walked in, pale, sickly pale, everyone turned to see what the matter was.
"What's wrong dear, what's wrong?" Molly fussed.
"It's Vic... she... she's..." Fleur lost complete control and sank to the floor, Molly running to hold her.
"Pregnant."
Victoire walked out past her mother, into the open, everyone's jaw dropped. The look of disdain marked.
"When father died, I tried my best to not think about it, like he'd be there in the morning, to wake me up and tell me it was all just a dream," she started, "But he didn't, he was gone, I couldn't accept that, I spiralled out of control, drink, drugs, and then it all got too much and I got pregnant. I wasn't me anymore, I felt like a shadow of myself. He was the best part of me and he was gone... is gone..." her voice broke, tears running down her tan cheeks, "It is no secret that I am not who I used to be, he was the difference in me, I just want him back, he was my happiness. I miss the sound of his voice, his laugh, the smell of his cologne, him. I don't want to let him go... I can't let him go..."
And with that she was away like a shot, leaving the family staring in her wake.
I didn't know what to say, or think. My niece, little Vic pregnant? Bill's girl? And then I thought, Teddy. Was it his child? Why did he storm out? Is he not going to take responsibility, not going to support his own child? Definitely not! I mean, hopefully not? I'm the closest thing the boy has to a father. I need to tell him he's wrong!
"Harry," Fleur whispered loudly.
"Um... yeah?" I asked, jolting out of my thoughts and back into the gossiping room. Arthur Weasley was bright red with anger and outrage, Molly looking both worried and ashamed.
No one was paying much attention to us, except for Ginny, who, from one look from Fleur, scattered.
"What's going on Fleur?" I asked quite suddenly.
"Did you see Teddy storm out?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, do you know why?" I asked.
"The baby..." she said looking lost for words, "It isn't Ted's," she spat out hurriedly.
"What?" I asked dumbfounded and angry. "How could Victoire do this?"
I didn't wait for an answer; I jumped off my chair and went to the only place Teddy would be when he was upset or angry.
His parents' grave.