King's Cross was as crowded as usual.

I stood in front of the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. The rest of my family had already gone through. I took a deep breath and gripped my luggage trolley tightly, taking a step forward.

"Victoire!" a voice shouted over the crowd, causing me to stumble slightly.

Turning around I caught sight of a figure with blue hair pushing his way through the crowd.

"Teddy!" I replied, as he appeared in front of me. I ran to him, throwing my arms around my neck, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

His arms wrapped around my waist. "Whoa, he said, laughing. "Hey, there."

I buried my face in his chest. "I was so terrible to you. And you were right, of course."

"Shh," he said, stroking my hair. "It's okay."

I pulled back slightly, so I could look up at his face.

"I told my parents."

"I knew you would. How'd they take it?"

"They were disappointed, obviously. But they were so great about it. They told me they'll always love me."

"Of course they will," replied Teddy. "That's what parents do."

He looked sad for a moment and I knew he was thinking about his parents.

"They love you," I said. "Wherever they are, they're looking down on you and they're so proud, I know they are."

He smiled. "Thanks, Vic."

He turned and glanced up at the clock. "Come on," he said, "you don't want to miss the train."

I grabbed his hand and together we walked through the barrier.

On the other side, we pushed through the crowds of people until we found my mum.

"Oh, zere you are, Victoire," she said. "Oh and Teddy, 'ello, dear."

"Hey, Fleur," he said, grinning.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked, glancing around.

"Dom and Louis ran off with some friends to find compartments and your father is talking to some old friend from school."

"Ah."

"So I better go find 'im," said Mum. She kissed me on the cheek. "Goodbye, darling. Remember if you have any questions about pregnancy, just owl me or go see Madame Pomfrey."

I nodded. "Bye, Mum."

She turned and hurried off into the crowd.

I turned to Teddy. "So…"

"So what?"

"So I guess this is goodbye," I said.

He nodded. "Yup."

I held my arms out. "Do I get a hug?"

He wrapped his arms around me. "Do you want more than a hug?" he whispered into my ear.

"Yes, please," I replied.

His lips found mine. I sighed contently. Snogging Teddy was wonderful.

"What are you doing?" asked a loud, horrified-sounding voice.

We pulled apart. James Potter was standing in front of us, mouth hanging open.

Teddy chuckled.

"I'm just seeing Victoire off, James," Teddy told him.

"You were snogging her," replied James accusingly.

"You're right. I was. Now go away."

James frowned. "You can't snog my cousin."

"And why not?"

"Because…" he spluttered, "you just can't."

Teddy raised his eyebrows. "Watch me," he said, grabbing me and kissing me again.

"Yuck!" James said, as he turned and scampered away.

I pulled away from Teddy, giggling.

"I've gotta go," I told him.

He sighed. "I don't want you to go."

"I know. Me neither, but…"

I was cut off by a loud, pompous voice.

"Victoire! Teddy!"

We both turned around. I groaned under my breath at the sight of the man approaching us.

"Hello, Uncle Percy."

"Hello, Victoire. Are you ready for your final year of school?"

I nodded, attempting to smile.

Of all the relatives that I had, and believe me, there were a lot, why did my Uncle Percy have to find us? The man could for hours and hours about the most boring stuff in the entire world. Luckily, I had a reason to leave. Teddy, on the other hand, would be stuck.

"I was just reminding Molly and Lucy about broomstick regulations. Very important stuff, you know…"

He kept talking and I stopped listening.

After a few minutes, I decided it was time to make my escape. "Listen, Uncle Percy, it's been great seeing you, but I don't want to miss the train. So I should probably go."

He barely nodded in my direction, as he grabbed Teddy by the shoulder and led him away.

"Have I told you about what the Minister of Magic himself told me last week? I personally found it very interesting…"

Poor Teddy. He had no means of escape.

Ah well. At least one of us had made it out alive.

I boarded the train and began peering in compartments, looking for people to sit with.

A group of scared looking first years. No.

A group of loud fifth year boys. No.

A group of gossipy third year girls. No.

Finally I found a compartment filled with familiar faces.

"Vic!" squealed my cousin Roxanne.

Rox was my Uncle George's daughter. She was a year younger than me, a fellow Gryffindor, and was my best friend at Hogwarts. Her older brother, Fred, was in my grade. He was sitting beside her and greeted me with a grin. Across from them were my other friends, Grace and Aidan, also seventh year Gryffindors.

I smiled. "Hey, everyone."

I sat down by Roxanne and soon the conversation turned to everyone's summers.

I mostly stayed quiet.

When the food trolley came around, Fred, Grace, and Aidan hurried off to buy candy, but Rox stayed put.

"You seem unusually quiet," she observed.

"I have something important to tell you later," I whispered. "I would have written to you about it, but it was way too big to put in a letter."

"Oohh," she replied. "Sounds intriguing."

I opened my mouth to reply, but was interrupted by everyone else's return.

The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful. Fred and Aidan got into an argument about Quidditch. Rox and Grace discussed boys. And I stayed silent.

After the Start-of-Term Feast, Rox nearly dragged me into an empty classroom.

"Tell me the news!" she said. "I've been dying to know."

I took a deep breath. Telling people about my pregnancy never seemed to get any easier.

"I'm pregnant."

Her brown eyes grew wide. "Are you serious?"

I nodded.

"Are you gonna keep it?"

"I think so."

"Wow," she said. "This is way bigger news than I expected."

"And that's not all the news I have either."

"There's more? What"

"I think I'm kinda dating Teddy."

"Shut up!" she squealed. "What about Colin?"

"We broke up. After he told me he wanted nothing to do with me or the baby."

Her expression grew serious. "He said that to you? What an arsehole."

"Whatever," I replied. "I'm completely over him."

She frowned. "Just like that?" she asked. "You dated him for two years."

"Yeah, well, I was at school for a lot of that time."

"Still, you must miss him a little."

"Why should I?" I asked. "Now that I'm no longer with him, I've realized he has absolutely no redeeming qualities. His hair is long and greasy. He has way too many tattoos and that ridiculous eyebrow ring. He drinks and smokes way too much. All he cares about is his stupid band, with their obnoxious music. And he could be so rude and vulgar sometimes."

"Wow," she responded. "Don't hold back."

"I could go on."

"Please don't. I think I've got the picture. But I just think that there must have been something about him that you liked, or else you wouldn't have been with him for so long."

I thought for a minute.

"Well, sometimes, when it was just me and him hanging out, he'd play his guitar for me. He'd sing these muggle love songs to me and his voice sounded really nice. Much better than when he was singing that horrible music with his band. Sometimes he'd even write songs about me and then sing them for me."

"I knew there had to be something good about him," said Rox.

"I'd write to him all the time while I was here. Pages and pages. Then I'd owl the letters to my parents so they could put them in the muggle post for me. And he always responded. To every single one of those letters."

Suddenly I felt like crying. "Damn," I whispered to myself.

"What?" asked Roxanne.

"Now I do miss him."

"Aw, Vic, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up." She gave me a hug. "At least you have Teddy now, remember?"

I smiled. "That's true."

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