It was the 1st September and as always many families stood with their children on the platform to the Hogwarts Express, some of them returning students and many of them first years and new to the world of magic. One of those new students happened to a young 11 year old girl with fiery red hair and a personality to match. She was the young daughter of Bill and Fleur Weasley, who were both holding onto each other tightly at the prospect of having to say goodbye their little girl.

Victoire, on the other hand wasn't one bit bothered, instead she rolled her eyes and glanced around her to see if any other Mother's and Father's were acting like hers, to her surprise there was. "Mum. Dad" She whined. "You both fought in a war but sending me off to school is making you nervous?"

Bill shook his head at his daughter, trying his best not to chuckle. "You're our first born V, of course we're getting to be nervous sending you off to school. Especially me, make sure you stay away from those boys otherwise they'll have me to answer too" He warned

"Yuck, why would I look at boys anyway Dad?"

"That's my girl" Bill grinned and hugged her tightly, hoping that her response to boys wouldn't change for many, many years.

As her parents started conversing together, Victoire took in her surroundings. The steam from the train was wafting around the station, clinging to people in a foggy haze before disappearing as they walked through it, animals of all kind were gathered in their cages as they were slowly carted onto the train one by one. Families were together and saying their goodbyes, Mother's crying and clutching their children so tight they might break while the Father's took a more protective stance and glared at any person who looked at them the wrong way.

Just as she was about to rejoin the conversation with her parents, Victoire noticed a group of girls huddled together just a few feet away from them, they were grouped closely together and seemed to be giggling at something, she couldn't really make out what they were trying to say as they were a bit further away but it all became clear when one of the girls pointed towards her father and his scars on his face before laughing again. Victoire frowned and glanced at her father, trying to gauge his reaction to see if he had seen the girls pointing and laughing but he hadn't seemed to notice as him and her mother were still thoroughly engrossed in their conversation while they waited for her Grandparents to arrive.

The laughter seemed to be getting louder now, and with every little giggle and stare, the anger started rising in her. How dare someone judge another person on their appearance, these girls were born after the war and should know that a lot of different people went through a lot of different things. They have no right to judge. Victoire tried to block them out, she really did but her resolve crumbled when she heard one of the girls say "Those scares look hideous. How he has a family I don't know"

"That's it" She muttered, spinning away from her parents and stalking towards the group of giggling girls.

"Victoire! Where are you going?" Bill yelled behind her but she didn't listen, she was on a collision course and the impact was imminent.

She approached the girls with a pleasant smile on her face, "Hi there! I'm Victoire Weasley, I'm starting first year, I'm assuming you must be too"

The girls watched her in hesitation and while they were distracted Victoire glanced at each one of them quickly: the girl in the middle was clearly the leader, she was slightly taller than the other two and her presence just screamed domineering, her hair was a dark blonde and her eyes were so brown that she at first thought they were black, she was also smacking gum and it took every ounce of strength that Victoire had to not smack it right out of her mouth. The girl to her left was a petite girl, she was the smallest of the group and seemed quite mousy, her brown hair hung straight and loose down her back and her blue eyes darted back from her two friends as if asking what to do. She could be easily swayed into being a nicer person if the right person came along. The final girl obviously seemed to hang onto the leader's every word, her eyes rarely left her and if they did it was only to glance at Victoire for a moment or two. Her hair was also blonde and her eyes were a dark green that seemed alight at the thought of a confrontation, it was clear to her now that those two girls would be the bullies of their year, they had Slytherin written right across their smirking faces.

"Weasley? Where do I know that name?" The leader pursed her lips before laughing. "Oh yeah, you're the pure-blood families who like to associate with muggles! I've heard all about you"

"Yeah?" Victoire smirked, "Then I'm sure you've heard all about my father over there" She nodded in the direction of her Mother and Father who were staring at her questioningly.

"Him? The guy that has half his face ripped off is your father" The girls laughed again, this time sounding like a band of banshees. "I'd be ashamed if I were you?"

"Sorry I didn't catch what your name was" Victoria asked sweetly

"I'm Petunia"

Victoire snorted with laughter, the name bringing back all the vivid stories that her Uncle Harry had told her about his Aunt Petunia, as she stared at the girl she couldn't help but let out some more laughter.

"Think my name's funny do you?"

"No, no" Victoire giggled but shook her head, "It's just...I know of a Petunia"

"And your point?" Petunia sighed

"Well, it's just that a Petunia at first looks like a lovely flower, the purple is so bright and vivid but when you meet someone called that particular name well it doesn't quite have the same effect"

Petunia rolled her eyes, she had no idea what this small and timid first year was trying to do but it wasn't working, or so she thought but Victoire had her in the palm of her hands. She stayed quiet as she let her ramble on. "So the Petunia flower actually symbolises anger and resentment. And by your attitude and tone of voice I can clearly tell you're a very angry person"

"Why you little..." Petunia stepped forward, finding the thought of someone getting one over on her insulting, she always won and she wouldn't let some little girl ruin that now.

Victoire held her hand up, stopping her in her tracks. "How does it feel to be judged before you even know someone? I judged you on your name alone, but you're judging my father based on his looks. So what if he has a few scars? Do you know what those scars represent?"

Petunia shook her head and continued to remain silent but her eyes flickered to Bill for a moment or two, her face flushed with embarrassment as she noticed that he was watching their little exchange.

"My father fought in the Second Wizarding War. He helped win the battle of Hogwarts and he helped a hell of a lot of people. Those scars may represent some hard times but it's also a representation of all he's been through. My Mother and Father have lost a lot during their battle, they went through hell and back to fight for our chance to have a normal life, to grow up in a world were, for the time being, there is no dark lord. So yes my Father has scars, and yes they are very noticeable. But if your parents brought you up as a decent human being, then you should realise that there is no place for prejudice in this world anymore. Not about blood status or looks or race or anything. I don't know if your parents fought in the war or if they ran away like little cowards to protect themselves but at the end of the day, they should teach you right from wrong and I can tell you with certainty that if you start Hogwarts with that attitude, you'll not have very many friends."

Petunia and her friends stared at Victoire in shock, their mouths hanging open slightly agape, at first Petunia was furious, how dare someone judge her for her name and then make a mockery of her parents. But there was a part of her that felt bad and incredibly guilty for judging her father before she had even spoke to them. Her parents had raised her right, they had taught her right from work and what was good and bad. But she thought by assuming this role of the bad girl that she would be more respected at Hogwarts, she would be able to make friends a little easier but seeing how passionately Victoire had reacted to her prejudice just proved to her how wrong her choice was, she didn't want to be hated. All she wanted was to be liked and to have friends.

"I...I..." Petunia was at a loss of words, all she could do was look down at the ground and wish that the ground would swallow her whole.

"I know" Victoire smiled, "You don't have to say it. All I want is for you to watch who are, people aren't going to be how they were all those years ago before the Second Wizarding War. Sure there'll probably still be some prejudiced people, you will always get them, but don't join them. Let the world have one less prejudiced person on this planet, it would do everyone the world of good. It's either be the good person or end up with a reputation like Draco Malfoy who had to spend years making up for his and his father's mistakes"

Petunia nodded solemnly, feeling ashamed of herself for her treatment of the young girl and her family, she had heard the story of Draco and his family. How after his Father was carted off to Azkaban the world turned on him and his Mother, even though Harry Potter spoke for them during their trial and was able to persuade the Ministry into not sending them to Azkaban but rather do a form of community service for many years until their debt to society was paid off, but after that they had to work hard to restore the Malfoy name and bring honour back to their family which was not an easy to feat to do, or so claimed her father. She didn't want to end up like them, she didn't want to be hated for the rest of her life.

"Okay, I see your point" Petunia whispered, her two friends staring at her in shock, how could she cave to someone so quickly like that?

"Good" Victoire nodded and turned to walk away, but paused for a moment and looked back at Petunia and stared into her eyes. "But if you ever laugh at my father or my family again. I'll waste no time in sending a bat bogey hex your way" She smirked at the fear in the girls eyes as she walked back to her parents.

Bill chuckled quietly to himself as their daughter came back to them, the young group of girls who had looked so confident and cocky in themselves now looked like they had been taken down a peg or two. What surprised him the most was that as soon as Victoire reached them she threw her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "What was that about sweetie?"

"Oh nothing, just teaching some girls about how to not be prejudice"

Bill let out a barking laugh as he hugged his daughter, "I think you've been spending too much time with your Aunt Hermione. Now come on so we can get you on that train"

The young family gathered her belongings and helped her get on the train, both Fleur and Bill watched on nervously as Victoire found her carriage, it wasn't long before she was poking her head out the window and waving madly to them as the train pulled away, and as it did Bill caught a glimpse of her carriage being full. He smiled brightly at his daughter and as she smiled back at him, blowing a kiss towards him which he willing caught, Bill knew then that everything would be okay.