Amortentia

Apologies for the late chapters, you have NO idea how much stress I've been under with school, exams, family and friends. But finally things are looking up and I decided to celebrate with a chapter of fan fiction. Thanks to my loyal readers for being patient. I love you guys 3

Chapter Six – Alone

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Teddy's eyes grew wide in alarm as for the first time since seeing Armand he turned to look at Cody who stood beside him. After demolishing half of the ice cream he looked at Teddy with pity filled brown eyes.

"How long did you honestly expect me to buy the whole 'Me and Victoire are just friends'? Seriously, it's so obvious unless of course you're Bronx." Cody smiled at the end and Teddy closed his eyes.

"What I meant was how could you know before me?" he tried to stay calm but he just couldn't. Couldn't Cody have told him at a time when he was slightly more calm?

Obviously not.

"I mean come on Ted-"

"Shut up. Please Cody, before I throw you into the window of Olivanders." The sentence was snappy as he turned back to where Victoire stood, he took a deep breath and started walking towards them. Cody gripped his arm. The force was strong coming from Cody but Teddy could have easily snapped it off without a second notice. He allowed Cody to keep his arm and stopped momentarily.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do Teddy." Cody's words were quiet and his grip was started to make Teddy's arm throb, he shrugged out of the grip and continued walking. He walked standing tall, every step his mind was working overload making sense of their body language.

The only way Teddy could describe the boy was a broad, and to the witches he must have seen handsome. He was easily a foot bigger than Teddy and from the rolls of muscles and biceps it looked like Teddy wouldn't last two moments in a fight. It was clear he'd be asking for Bronx's help if this came down to a battle of the fists.

The old fashioned muggle way.

Armand stood lazily, smiling like the cat that got the cream and the way Victoire was oozing excitement, twirling her blonde curls softly through her creamy hands.

"Who's this?" Teddy couldn't help his harsh tone as his anger had blown out the end of his wand.

"Hey Teddy, this is Armand." Victoire smiled introducing Armand. Armand smiled and politely held his hand out to shake, Teddy glared at the meaty paw and he dropped it back to his side clearing his voice.

"I know." Was all Teddy said. Victoire blushed and her eyes sparkled with rage. She looked confused at Teddy's sudden hostility. She'd never seen this side to him, even though she had seen him at his best...and of course his worst.

"That's just rude Teddy Lupin, and you just asked who he was." Victoire apologised to Armand and then turned back to Teddy, her eyes sparkled with rage that could have been worthy of Hermione Weasley. Teddy almost wanted to take a step back but stood rooted.

"You didn't tell me he was coming!"

"It's none of your business! He can go to school wherever he wants, what is your problem Teddy?!"

School? As in Hogwarts? Was she having a laugh?

Was she having a freaking laugh?

"What as in Hogwarts?" Teddy spat. Armand looked embarrassed as people started to stare.

"Teddy stop, you're making a scene."

"I'm making a scene? What about you?" The two best friends were caught at logger heads, each showing no signs of backing down.

"Shut up Teddy! I don't have to answer to you. You-you're not my father and stop trying to be him!" Victoire exclaimed, her hands flew up almost knocking Teddy's nose. Teddy felt the air fly past his face sharply.

Teddy was stumped. She was right, he wasn't her father.

He was just her friend.

But he was supposed to be her best friend.

As he opened his mouth to speak, Armand opened his.

"Why are you shouting at your friend?" he asked, his voice was smooth like caramel.

"That's best friend to you mate, now sling your hook!" Teddy thought but as he opened his mouth to speak again Victoire took Armand's arm. He had never felt so murderous in his life, not even when he had discovered that his parents were murdered.

"Don't waste your breath Teddy, come on Armand. I'll take you to get ink and quills."

Teddy was left alone.

Even while standing in a busy square of witches and wizards he felt the most alone he ever had. He felt an arm come around his shoulders but he continued to stare at the spot Victoire had stood in. The arm's owner spoke and even though the voice was familiar it didn't warm Teddy at all.

"Come on, let's get a drink." Was all Harry said.