Andromeda, Teddy, VictoireRating:
The epilogue gave us hints of Teddy/Victoire and Rose/Scorpius. This is the development of those relationships through the eyes of Andromeda.
Chapter Eight: Victoire
“Come on, Teddy, you eat this stuff every day.”
“No!” He crossed his pudgy, two year old arms and jutted out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.
I wasn’t intimidated. If he didn’t want to eat his food he could just sit there until he was ready to eat. I didn’t have anywhere to go; I could wait all day if I had to.
I had just engaged myself into a fairly serious staring match with Teddy when there was a knock on the door.
“We’re not done here,” I told Teddy as I stood up to answer the door, just in case he’d thought that he won.
It was Molly at the door. A rather breathless Molly. That could only mean one thing.
“Ah, so Fleur had an easy delivery then?”
She deflated, looking rather annoyed that I had robbed her of what would have been her dramatic announcement.
“Yes,” she said sullenly. I could tell that she wanted to remain annoyed with me for daring to rob her of her big moment, but I suppose that her newfound glee at being a grandmother overcame whatever annoyance she may have had.
“It’s a girl,” she exclaimed, “they decided to call her Victoire. Oh, Andromeda, she’s absolutely gorgeous,” she said so quickly that I could barely figure out what she had said.
“Of course she’s gorgeous, isn’t she one eighth veela?”
“Well, yes, but she would have been gorgeous anyway.”
“Of course she would, Molly.”
It was hard to believe that Bill was a father. That day when Fabian had burst into Marlene’s bedroom and dragged us down to St. Mungo’s for the advent of Bill’s birth didn’t seem like it was all that long ago.
“I can’t believe that little Billy is a father. It seems like just yesterday that Fabian was dragging me down to St. Mungo’s to see him being born.”
“Oh, yes, I remember that. I was so surprised to see you there.”
“Yeah, you hated me.”
“Don’t be silly; I never hated you,” she said in an overly casual sort of voice.
I could tell that she was lying. Apparently she too realized how false shed had sounded, so she slipped out her stack of pictures and shoved them into my lap in order to distract me.
That stack of pictures took up the rest of the afternoon.
In lieu of this event, I let Teddy win our battle of wills, and bought him into the sitting room with me. He seemed exceptionally bored by the pictures, and spent most of the afternoon playing with our young kneazle, Greeny (I have no idea what prompted Teddy to call him “Greeny,” as Greeny was marmalade in color).
I suppose you could say that I watched Victoire grow up. It wasn’t a concerted effort on my part, but once Molly decided that Teddy and I were part of her clan it was quite difficult not to be continuously updated on the doings of her children.
Victoire latched onto Teddy at a rather young age. She was the eldest of Molly’s grandchildren, and Teddy was always at Weasley family gatherings, so they—as children in an environment filled with children younger than them tended to do—gravitated towards each other.
They formed an easy sort of friendship, despite the fact that Teddy was two years older than her—a fact which he rather enjoyed holding over her head as they grew older.
I was always rather touched by their friendship; it reminded me of how much time Dora had spent with Charlie and Bill when they were the same age as Teddy and Victoire.
She was a sweet girl. She was vibrant, and energetic, and engaging, while, at the same time shy, and slightly unsure of herself. It was an interesting combination.
She was also absolutely adorable. It obviously would have been impossible for Bill and Fleur to have an ugly child, and Victoire proof of this.
Her hair wasn’t quite as straight and silvery as her mother’s; instead it was an exceedingly light shade of strawberry blonde (more blonde than strawberry) with a slight wave to it; she had her parents’ light blue eyes.
She and Teddy remained close over their years of growing up. However, when Teddy turned ten he became rather indifferent towards her. As far as he was concerned, he would be starting Hogwarts in a year, and was thus nearly an adult; adults to not spend time with eight year olds.
This annoyed Victoire to no end, and she resorted to hurling mockery at him in order to goad him into shedding his newfound pretension and fight back. She was successful, and after that he dropped the adult act.
She cried when he started Hogwarts; he was really one of her only companions. Her sister, Dominique, was three years younger than her, and her brother Louis was two years younger than Dominique. All of her Weasley cousins were quite younger than herself as well.
She was afraid that he would forget about her and have other, better, older friends that he would rather spend time with over the holidays. He assured her that he wouldn’t forget her, and that he would write a letter every week, but I’m not sure that she believed him.
He did change quite a bit in the first year he was away; when he came back for the Christmas holidays seemed older, more responsible, and more mature, somehow. Victoire sensed this about him, and in turn became rather uncomfortable in his presence.
Before this they had been able to sink easily into discussion of whatever non-sensical subject struck their fancy. But now, after three months of school, he seemed to have grown out of this and was much more interested in discussing his lessons with Percy than he was in giggling with a nine-year old girl.
She went from uncomfortable to shy, and they lost the easy comradery of their childhood.
Before I knew it, Teddy was entering his second year of school. He steadily became more and more absorbed with class work and friends, and Victoire continued to feel as if she was growing farther and farther away from him. He was growing up while she remained a child, and she wasn’t at all pleased with that.
However, the time finally came when Victoire turned eleven and was ready to begin school. Of course, Molly had a veritable fit over the fact that her eldest grandchild was starting school; there was much crying and carrying on of the sort that drove me absolutely mad.
When Teddy and I arrived at King’s Cross, we found Fleur and Victoire engaged in the usual sort of thing. Fleur fussed and became rather emotional while Bill rolled his eyes at Fleur and Dominique and Louis made Victoire promise to write to her everyday.
Victoire tolerated this, as most first years did, but was exceedingly relieved when her mother released her from her arms.
By this time Teddy was entering his third year, and in terms of adolescent growth, he was years ahead of her.
After releasing Victoire, Fleur turned to Teddy rather anxiously.
“Teddy, you will keep an eye on Victoire, won’t you? I’m quite worried about her.”
Victoire looked positively mortified. Teddy didn’t notice.
“Of course I will, Fleur,” he said shooting a brotherly sort of smile at Victoire, “I won’t let her get into any trouble and I’ll help her out with her work if she needs any.”
“Your grandson is wonderful,” Fleur said, shooting me a relieved smile.
“Yes, I’m quite fond of him, myself,” I responded with a dryly.
This scene filled me with an almost heart-breaking nostalgia; all I could think of was the day Dora began school, how I had fussed over her the same way Fleur was now fussing over Victoire, and how I had begged Bill to keep an eye out for Dora the same why Fleur was begging Teddy to keep an eye out for Victoire.
“Mum,” Victoire protested “I don’t need someone to look after me. I can take care of myself.” She said this all in a would-be authoritative manner with her arms crossed and her bottom lip jutted out in an absurd, but obviously unintentional pout.
Her little protest was more adorable than it was authoritative, and I struggled not to laugh.
“Don’t worry Victoire; all parents do this sort of thing when their child starts school. It’s perfectly natural, besides, and everybody else’s mother is doing it,” I said in what I hoped was a reassuring voice.
She didn’t look convinced.
“Erm, I’m pretty sure we should board the train now, Gran, it’ll be leaving soon.”
I sighed reluctantly. I always hated watching him get on that train and pull away from me. Usually Harry accompanied us to see Teddy off, and he helped to soften the blow, but this year Harry had a last minute emergency assignment from work, so he couldn’t be with us.
Bill, who sensed my slight anguish, took it upon himself to jump in.
“Quick Teddy, before your grandmother tries to keep you from getting on the train!” he said jokingly. His face then became serious. “She did that once, you know.”
“Bill! I did not.”
“Yes you did. You grabbed Dora’s arm and tried to convince her that she would much prefer to be schooled at home than to attend Hogwarts.”
Teddy sniggered, I shot him a look and he quickly abstained, although his mouth continued to twitch suspiciously.
“Yes, in her first year of school. All mothers go mad on their children’s first year of school. You’re one to talk, Bill; I can only imagine the sorts of rubbish Molly pulled on your first day.”
Bill cleared his throat loudly and changed the subject.
“Well, it’s about time for the two of you to board the train.”
Teddy grinned down at Victoire, which caused her cheeks to grow ever so slightly pink.
“C’mon Vicky, before your mum starts fussing at you again,” he said as he shot a good natured grin at Fleur, who was not amused.
Teddy gave me one last hug, and boarded the train with Victoire as Fleur yelled last minute reminders and advice after them.
She looked appropriately forlorn as the train pulled away.
Victoire ended up being sorted into Ravenclaw. This pleased Fleur, since it meant that Teddy would have an even closer watch over Victoire, but I could tell that Bill was rather disappointed that she hadn’t been put into Gryffindor; he never would have admitted it, but I could tell.
Victoire didn’t have any trouble getting into the rhythm of life at Hogwarts. Her classes were difficult, and she got lost a time or two, but she didn’t have any major problems.
I could tell that she tagged after Teddy quite a bit. He never came right out and stated it in his letters, but I had a vague notion that it was what was going on. However, Teddy was a fairly tolerant young man, and seemed to understand that she was going through an adjustment period.
Time passed, and they grew older. Victoire grew into herself, and sometime during her third year she realized that being part veela, even if it was only an eighth, was more of a curse than a blessing. She would come home over breaks and complain about how upset she was by the unwanted attention she got from some of the boys, and how uncomfortable it made her feel.
By this time Teddy and Victoire had reestablished their friendship in some manner. They weren’t as close as they had been in their childhood, that sort of thing would be impossible at this point in their lives. He continued to view her as a younger sister of sorts, and she became increasingly frustrated with his view of her.
Teddy was in his fifth year, and was very busy with prefect duties and his impending OWL exams. His fifth year was Victoire’s third year, and that was the year that the disadvantages of being a part veela caught up to her.
It was nothing major, but it was enough to upset her. Two older boys, probably fourth or fifth years, decided that they approved of Victoire’s physical appearance, and took to commenting making upon it whenever she passed them in the corridors.
This eventually drove her to tears, and the entire fiasco ended when Teddy told those two boys off. I never got the exact details of the tell-offing, but I know for sure that it involved a bloodied nose or two.
This resulted in two things. The first was that Teddy’s head of house deducted twenty points from Ravenclaw since, although the two boys had deserved it, he had in fact broken a rather important rule; prefects were not allowed to physically assault fellow students. The second result was that Victoire began to absolutely despise the fact that Teddy viewed her as a younger sister. She proceeded to become unreasonably—from his point of view—annoyed when he began going out with a girl in his year.
Teddy, in typical boy fashion, picked up on none of this, and interpreted Victoire’s actions as the typical behavior of a thirteen year old girl.
His relationship with the girl in his year ended about a month into his sixth year, and, after that, for some reason which Teddy could not entirely understand, Victoire became a whole hell of a less moody with him.
During the winter holiday of Victoire’s fourth year, Bill and Fleur decided to have a night out, and did not expect to be home until well past midnight. They asked Teddy if he would be alright with “coming by and spending some time with Vicky, Dominique, and Louis while we’re out.”
This irritated Victoire to no end, as, in her mind, it gave him reason to continue to think of her as a child, as someone who needs a baby-sitter. However, in the midst of her irritation, I don’t believe that she realized that her two siblings being only eleven and nine, respectively, at the time, did, in fact, require a babysitter.
Teddy bought some of his holiday homework along with him (“What’s the hell is the point of assigning us work over, the holiday? Don’t we have the damn holiday to get away from the work?”), and saw the entire event as merely some time to spend hanging around with Victoire and her siblings while getting some of her work done. Victoire, however, saw it in a completely different light.
Teddy came in around two thirty in the morning. He was surprised to see me sitting calmly on the couch, reading to myself at this late hour.
“Gran, what are you doing up at this hour?”
“Oh, I just got very interested in this book and I simply couldn’t stand to put it down,” I said quickly, knowing that he wasn’t going to believe me.
“Erm, Gran, that book is about the mating rituals of a specific sub-species of Grecian chimeras.”
“Oh, yes, so it is, dear.”
“You just grabbed that book up off the table when you heard me open the door so you would be able to have an excuse for sitting up until nearly three in the morning to wait until I got home.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Don’t be silly dear,” I said quickly as I walked into the kitchen to make us some tea. He smirked, obviously seeing through the act, but was kind enough not to comment upon it for a second time.
I noticed that he had turned his hair a ridiculous shade of bright orange in the time it had taken to walk from the sitting room to the kitchen.
“Dear, would you please make your hair a bit less…garish?”
“That’s not fair. I’ve seen pictures of mum; I know you let her go around with bright pink hair.”
“That was different.”
“It just was.”
“You just don’t want to admit that I’m right,” he scoffed.
I raised my eyebrow at him rather dangerously, and he wisely discontinued that particular line of conversation. He returned his hair to its usual shade of turquoise, and took a sip of his tea.
“So, how was your evening?”
“Alright, I got a lot of work done;” he paused looking rather annoyed, “Victoire was acting weird, though.”
“I don’t know, she just—she just kind of weird, and giggly, but then when I’d ask her what she was giggling about she’d get all red and excuse herself. And she kept asking me if I was interested in anyone, and she got all weird and tetchy when I said that I wasn’t really into anyone at the moment. Then she kept asking me about Prissy, which was weird as I haven’t even really spoken to her since we broke up in September.”
“It would seem that little Vicky has a crush on you.”
“What are you on about, Gran? She’s two years younger than me,” he exclaimed as though the idea of a two year age difference in a romantic pairing was the equivalent of gross pedophilia.
“You do know that your father was fifteen years older than your mother, don’t you?”
He pretended not to hear me.
“Vicky does not like me like that. No, that’s ridiculous. She’s like my little sister.”
“Well, dear, the fact that you think of her as a younger sister does in no way ensure that she thinks of you as an older brother.”
He scowled, informed me that I obviously had no idea what I was talking about, and went to bed.
I was right, though.
Although he refused to believe that Victoire may have had feelings for him, I noticed that his behavior towards her changed in a very subtle manner, as if to suggest that he had taken what I said a bit more seriously than he would have liked me to think.
Victoire seemed to notice the change too, and although she didn’t know the cause of it, she was obviously very pleased by it.
This continued for the duration of Teddy’s time at Hogwarts. Victoire’s feeling for him—and her frustration at his complete lack of further regard for those feelings—continued to grow, and Teddy continued to refuse to accept that Victoire would feel that way about him.
Others had noticed, of course. Fleur once made a sly remark about how wonderful it would be if Teddy and Victoire were to begin a relationship, and Molly echoed these sentiments on a rather regular basis.
Harry noticed as well, and once mentioned it jokingly Teddy, who again seemed rather dismissive of the entire thing.
In fact, I’m sure that most of the adult Weasley clan had taken notice of it all by now, and everyone seemed to be on board with it; everyone except Teddy, that is.
Teddy left Hogwarts on a high note. He had been Head Boy, and had some of highest NEWT scores in his year. He also had a job offer from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. He hoped to specialize in human-werewolf relations and improvement on the methods of integrating werewolves into society.
I was extremely proud of the line of work he had gotten into. I was also exceptionally relieved that he hadn’t chosen to become an Auror—I used to joke that if he ever took more than an academic interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts I would lock him in his room. He could never tell whether or not I was being serious.
It just so happened that Bill and Fleur decided to have another late night out during the summer of Teddy’s graduation. They were reluctant to leave Victoire home by herself; this time it was because they didn’t want any of Victoire’s (many) admirers stopping by, and they still felt that Dominique was too young to be left by herself with only Victoire, so Teddy was once more put on hang-out duty.
Teddy came back in around three in the morning; this time he knew better than to comment upon the fact that I had waited up for him. In fact, he didn’t comment on much of anything. He stumbled in and flopped into the armchair looking exceedingly disoriented, and more than a little bit confused.
“What’s wrong, dear?”
He looked startled at the sound of my voice, almost as though he had not registered the fact that I was in the room with him.
“Victoire kissed me.”
“Yeah. She said some stuff, and then she kissed me,” he repeated, that dazed sort of look hadn’t yet left his face.
He went to bed soon after that.
Teddy never again insisted that Victoire was like a little sister to him, and Victoire couldn’t have been happier.