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v a n i l l a ♥ t w i l i g h t by dream_BIG
Chapter 9 : The End Sort Of
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this is it, guys! the end.
can you believe it? this is the second long-ish story that i've completed. ever.
thanks so much for sticking with me! tell me what you think :) as always, reviews are appreciated :)

V I C T O I R E . W E A S L E Y

We managed to stumble our way over to the Shrieking Shack, and without hesitation, Teddy climbed over the fence, helping me as well.

“Come on.” He said, pulling on my hand as I hung back warily.

“Um, Teddy, this place –”

“It’s not haunted.” He assured me, and I let him pull me forward a little. “My dad used to come here when he went to Hogwarts.”

“To turn into a werewolf?”

“Yeah. Him and his three best friends. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.” He looked back at me, and I started walking slowly up the hill.

“Didn’t they make –”

“The Marauder’s Map, yeah.” He pushed open the front door, and dust swirled through the hallway.

“Whoa,” I breathed, looking around. “This place is so cool! So, which nicknames fit the other three?”

“Harry never told you?” Teddy asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

I shook my head.

“Wormtail was Peter Pettigrew, Padfoot was Sirius Black, and Prongs was James Potter. The Marauders. They used to get in so much trouble in Hogwarts. They were the –”

“Biggest pranksters of the age, I know.” I grinned. “Uncle Harry did tell me that much. Plus, I was doing detention for McGonagall once and I came across a whole box full of detention slips that were all for the Marauders. It was incredible, the things that they got up to.”

He laughed. “I know. I have a bad feeling that James and Freddie want to be the new Marauders of their age.”

“And I have a bad feeling that they’ll do it.” I said.

We both stood there, imagining it for a second. I shuddered. “Luckily, I’ll be out of school by then, so I don’t have to deal with them.”

“I don’t even want to think about what they’ll get up to.” Teddy shuddered as well.

“Come on, let’s find somewhere to finish our ice cream.” I started leading the way through the Shrieking Shack, picking over broken furniture and climbing through door frames.

“Your dad must have been a really powerful werewolf.” I said in wonder, gazing at the remains of what once used to be a bed.

“He was.” Teddy said, looking around. “This floor is the worst; it was before his friends came with him. Come on, let’s move upstairs.”

“Okay.” I agreed, letting him lead me up the stairs.

“Oh, much better!” I said, taking in the room. There were a couple pieces of broken furniture, but apart from that, the room was almost pristine.

“Come here.” He said, still holding my hand as he walked over to the window. “Let’s go back to the tree house.”

“It’s almost vanilla twilight.” I said softly, looking at the sky. “We’re never going to make it on –”

“Accio Firebolt!”

“…unless you do that.” I said, watching as Teddy’s Firebolt 360 zoomed towards us. “Should I get mine?”

“Nope.” He said, holding the ice cream aloft as he swung his leg over the broom. “Climb on.”

“D’you want to just dump the ice cream?” I asked, watching as he stared at it, deciding where to put it.

“Yeah, that’s probably best.” He took out his wand and flicked it, making the ice cream disappear.

“Where’d it go?” I asked.

“No idea.” He said briskly. “Come on.”

Hesitating just a little, I climbed on in front of Teddy (thank Merlin I wore shorts under this dress), and instantly, his arms came around me to grip the handle.

“You comfortable?” He asked me, his voice dangerously close to my ear. A shiver shot down my spine.

“Yep.” I said, leaning back slightly into him. “Let’s go!”

He kicked off, and I laughed as the breeze hit me full in the face, blowing my curls back.

“Ack, can’t see!” He yelled as he got whipped in the face by my crazy hair.

“Sorry!” I yelled back, attempting to restrain it. It didn’t work.

“Stop!” He said frantically. “Your hand’s in front of my face, now I really can’t see!”

Clearly that must be the case, since we’re flying right at Hog – HOLY MERLIN, WE’RE FLYING RIGHT AT HOGWARTS!

I shrieked and grabbed the handle, pulling us out of the way right before we crashed into the castle.

“What happened, are you okay?” He asked, making a gagging sound as a chunk of my hair found its way into his mouth.

“Just let me steer!” I yelled, jerking the handle again to prevent us from crashing into a tree.

He let go of the handle and moved my hair out of the way as I flew us towards the forest.

“Perfect.” He said, his voice at my ear again. “I’ll take it from here.”

He put his hands on top of mine and we glided gently towards the tree house, landing rather ungracefully on the balcony.

And by ‘ungracefully’, I mean we crash-landed on the balcony, and for a moment all I could see was flashes of gold and blue as we tumbled to the wood.

“Urghh.” Teddy groaned from underneath me. “I am never riding a broomstick with you again unless you tie your hair back first.”

“Deal.” I said, pulling myself off of him and fixing my dress. I took his hand and hauled him up, and he rubbed his sore head while he tapped his wand on the wood, making it rise.

“So, that was romantic.” I said dryly. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and pretty soon we were both dying of laughter.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun before in my life.” I said happily, sucking in a breath at the sight of Hogwarts again.

“Me neither.” He said, taking my hand. “And we got here on time.”

I looked over at the sky again. “Vanilla twilight.” I sighed happily. “You know, that’s my new favorite time of the day.”

T E D D Y . L U P I N

If I was any happier, I’d probably burst. This is it. This is about as happy as a person can get. It seriously does not get any better than this.

If I were to look in the Mirror of Erised right now, I would just see my reflection.

I. Am. The. Happiest. Person. On. Earth.

Vanilla twilight is her favorite time of the day. She loves vanilla twilight.

She loves being with me.

God, if this is what love is like, I don’t ever want it to stop. I mean, what was I thinking? Love doesn’t hurt. It’s…wow. I can’t even describe it. It feels like something inside me is just…free. Flying.

I’m in love with Victoire Weasley, and I’m the happiest person on earth.

And that’s about as good as it gets.

V I C T O I R E . W E A S L E Y

I leaned my head on his shoulder as I watched the sky.

“This is absolutely surreal.” I murmured, looking up at him.

“What is?” He asked.

“Me. You. This. All of it.”

He seemed to understand. “I know. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a dream or something.”

I smiled shyly. “I don’t ever want to wake up.”

I could feel his eyes on me, but I continued to gaze forward, struggling to conceal the blush on my face.

“You’re right.” He finally said, and I glanced at him to see that he was staring at the sky, his face washed in golden light. “Something good did come out of this.”

I blushed. “You heard that?”

“Yeah.” He smiled at me. “I have to thank Peter Henry for making us do this.”

I laughed. “I can’t believe you just said ‘thank’ and ‘Peter Henry’ in the same sentence.”

“Don’t tell anyone.” He whispered conspiringly. I laughed again.

“I can’t believe how close we got over a couple of days, Teddy.” I said, looking at him. “I’m glad we did. I guess it’s true that you never know what you’re missing out on until it arrives.”

“It makes you wonder, though, doesn’t it?” He asked.

“Wonder what?”

“Maybe this was supposed to happen. Like, from the beginning. It was all planned out.” He said.

“What?” I asked. “You mean, like, fate?”

“Naw.” He said. “I don’t believe in fate. We make our own lives. Just…you know. Something up there, making sure that all this happened.”

“Fate.” I insisted.

“No, not fate.”

“Then what?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged.

“That’s not an answer.” I retorted, narrowing my eyes.

“Not everything has a good answer. Sometimes things just happen, and you can’t explain them.” His head tilted to the side as he turned me around to face him, an intense, thoughtful look coming into his eyes as he regarded me carefully. Nervous butterflies fluttered through me.

“What – Teddy, what are you talking about?” I asked, confused.

“Sometimes you don’t have enough words to describe something. Sometimes, even you can’t tell what’s happening. It just happens. And then, before you know it, everything’s been changed, and you find yourself not wanting to turn it back to the way it was before. Because, sometimes, you figure out right away that things happen for a reason; and good things…well, they don’t happen often, so you have to make the most of them.” He was talking very softly now, the look never leaving his eyes. I looked up at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

“I don’t understand.” I whispered.

“That’s okay. Me neither.” He whispered back, his eyes dancing with gold.

“Then what were you talking about?”

He grinned. “Fate, I guess.”

“You just said –” I began indignantly, but he shushed me, putting a finger to my mouth.

“Close your eyes.” He whispered, and I obeyed, partly because I was too breathless from his face so close to mine.

His lips came down to gently brush across my own, and one of his hands buried itself into my curls, the other cupping my cheek.

He kissed me softly again, like I was a bubble that could break at any moment. It was simple and tender and sweet, but it knocked the breath right out of me.

I could feel him pulling away, but I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his thumbs as the moved across my cheek and lips.

“Victoire.” He murmured.


“You can open your eyes now.”

I slowly let them open, and gasped at the sight of Teddy.

With brown hair.

“Teddy…” I said wonderingly, running my fingers through his hair. “Teddy, you’re…you look…wow.”

It’s really amazing how much one change can make. Everything else about him was the same – same honey brown eyes, same perfectly full lips, same defined cheekbones and strong jaw…but his hair was a chocolate brown color, silky and soft.

He was beautiful.

“You’ve got twilight hair.” I looked up at him and smiled softly. His face broke out into a wide smile.

“Would you look at that.” He murmured, leaning his forehead against mine. “We’re Vanilla Twilight.”


T E D D Y . L U P I N

“Oi, you ready?” Nick stuck his head in as I fixed my tie, running my hand through my brown hair as I took in my nervous expression in the mirror.

“I guess so.” I said, swallowing a couple of times. I took a couple of deep breaths.

“You’ll be fine.” Nick walked in and clapped me on the back. “At first it’s pretty nerve-wracking, but then she comes down the aisle and you sort of…forget everything else.”

“Yeah?” I asked him.

He nodded. “It’s what happened with me when Maddy walked down.”

“No, actually, I remember you cursing a whole lot: ‘Holy fuck, she looks fucking gorgeous. She needs to hurry the fuck up, I’m getting fucking nervous’.” I grinned at him as he slapped me across the back of my head.

“Not in front of Junior.” He hissed.

“Dad, what does fuck mean?” Michael asked, as if on cue.

I laughed loudly and turned back to the mirror while Nick glared at me and then started stuttering, “Uh…that’s not a word.”

“Then why did Uncle Teddy say it?”

“He said duck. Right, Ted?”

“Yep.” I agreed. “I said duck.”

Mike narrowed his eyes at us, whipping his head back and forth. “I’m going to ask mom.”

“No!” We both yelled, and Nick bent down and quickly scooped Mike up.

“Why not? If it’s not a real word, then I can say it to mommy, right?” Mike asked, struggling against Nick’s hold.

“No, you can’t.” Nick said seriously. “If you ever say that word, Santa Clause will stop giving you presents.”

Mike stopped squirming, eyes wide. “Really?” He breathed, looking horrified.

“Oh, yeah.” I interjected. “It’s why I never get any presents from Santa.”

“Well, damn!” Mike said, his eyes still wide.

We stared at him. “Who taught you that word, Mike?” Nick asked patiently, shooting me a brief glare.

“Uncle James!” Mike declared proudly. “He knows lotsa big words.”

I snorted while Nick put Mike down, muttering angrily under his breath. “Teaching a bloody three year old curse words, what the bloody hell is the arse thinking?”

“I wanna go see Aunt Tori!” Mike tugged on Nick’s hand.

“Not yet, kiddo.” Nick ruffled his hair. “You’ll see her soon, promise.”

“In the big white dress?” Mike asked. My stomach lurched.

“Yep. And then you get to come. With the rings, remember?”

“Yeah! I ‘member!” Mike puffed out his chest proudly. “Aunt Tori said I have the most important job ever.”

“You do.” I agreed.

“I love Aunt Tori.” Mike declared after a moment of smiling happily. “When I grow up, I’m going to marry someone just like her. And then I’ll be like Uncle Teddy!”

“Lucky me.” I said weakly. “Nick, I’m going to barf.”

“Take a deep breath, man. You’ve been in love with her since you were how old?”


“That’s r– Holy Jesus, three?”

“Shut up.”

“Come on. It’s show time.” Nick said, ushering Mike out the door and turning to me. “You ready, Ted?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I rotated my head a couple of times and cracked my knuckles. “Right. Let’s do this thing.”

V I C T O I R E . W E A S L E Y

“Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip. Daddy, do not let me trip.” I hissed frantically through gritted teeth as we waited for my cue to start walking.

“Calm down, love. I wouldn’t ever let you trip.” He said soothingly.

“I’m holding you to that – oh, shit, there’s my cue! DON’T LET ME TRIP.”

“Language, sweetheart.” He muttered to me, smiling at everyone through his teeth.

“Yeah, whatever.”

I wasn’t interested anymore. I looked past all the people – I can see them later anyway, who cares? – and glanced briefly at Maddy, Claire, Dom, Rose, Lily, Nick, James, Al, Freddie and Louis, who were all beaming as they stood up there, before my eyes moved to the most amazing person in my world. My heart nearly stopped beating.

His brown eyes were smoldering and intense as he looked at me, awe splashed across his face. His brown hair – twilight – stuck up in just the right way, and his face was just…perfect.

And he was mine.

“She’s all yours.” Daddy whispered to Teddy, winking at him as he placed my hand in Teddy’s. He planted a kiss on my forehead and went to sit with Maman and Uncle Harry.

“Hey,” I whispered shyly.

He swallowed thickly. “You look beautiful, Victoire.”

I blushed.

 “We are gathered here…” The priest started his droning and I let my eyes wander around the room, knowing that Teddy was probably doing the same.

We both have concentration issues. And problems with old people who have authority.

Don’t judge us.

I glanced at Peter, who was smiling happily as the ice cream waitress, Sarah Something-or-other leaned over to whisper in his ear. He kissed her cheek, and she giggled.

It’s inevitable, really, that two of the creepiest people I have ever met end up together. It’s like a match made in stalker heaven.

I watched as Claire’s current boyfriend winked at her. He actually seems nice. I hope they stay together for longer than three weeks. A flash of blonde caught my eye, and I noticed that Scorpius Malfoy was grinning at Rose, who seemed to be mouthing something at him.

He’s actually a nice bloke. Really sweet, absolutely hilarious, and rather clever. Right now him and Rosie are ‘just friends’, but we’ll see how that goes. They like each other too much to stay ‘just friends’.

“…linked in holy matrimony…” The priest warbled in a flat monotone. Teddy sighed exasperatedly.

“…holy matrimony…” Merlin, how many times is that bloke going to say ‘holy matrimony’?! We bloody get it!

Teddy sighed again, then his jaw locked as the priest went off on a tangent about Harry Potter. Uncle Harry shifted uncomfortably, slowly inching down. Beside him, Aunt Ginny clapped an exasperated hand to her face. I glanced at Teddy, who looked downright murderous.

Oh, dear.

 “Yes, yes, we get it! Let’s get on with the vows! QUICK, BEFORE SHE CHANGES HER MIND!” Teddy yelled out, finally snapping.

The priest glared at him, then cleared his throat. “Do you, Teddy Remus Lupin, take Victoire Marie Weasley to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” Teddy said, sounding victorious and still a little irritated.

“And do you, Victoire Marie Weasley, take Teddy Remus Lupin to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

I took a deep breath and looked at Teddy. His eyes were slightly anxious, and I couldn’t help but wonder when he would finally get used to the fact that yes, I was in love with him.

This is it. My last words as Victoire Marie Weasley.

“I do.”

And as Teddy kissed me, I felt as though those were possibly the best words that I could have said.


“Alright, open your eyes.” Teddy said, and I slowly opened them. My jaw dropped open.

“Oh, Teddy!” I gasped, taking in the scene around me. “How did you –? Oh my god, Teddy, this is perfect!”

He grinned, though he looked nervous. “You don’t think it’s not fancy enough?”

“It’s perfect.” I declared, beaming. “Teddy, it’s absolutely perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better honeymoon location!”

After the wedding, we had decided not to stick around for the party afterwards (everyone was going to get smashed anyway – what’s the point?) and without even letting me change out of my dress, Teddy had insisted that I get on his Firebolt 360 to go to our honeymoon.

And this time our landing was flawless! They’re right when they say that practice makes perfect. Huh. Go figure.

I couldn’t entirely hold back a small tear as I looked at our tree house. “I love this place.” I said.

“Me too.” He wrapped his arms around me. “I love you, Mrs. Lupin.”

I laughed at that, a little shocked – I hadn’t even realized that I was now Mrs. Lupin. “It’s going to take some time to get used to that.”

“We have time.” His eyes were bright. I smiled at him, biting my lip.

“Come on.” I said, flicking my wand at my dress, sending it back home. My clothes turned into a pair of short and a tank top. I let my hair out and sat at the edge of the balcony, swinging my legs. Teddy sat down next to me, also dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt, and he took my hand as we looked over the grounds.

The rays of sunlight shot out over the sky and I let out a breathless laugh. “It’s just as beautiful as it used to be.” I whispered, looking up at the scene.

“It’ll always be beautiful.” Teddy said, wrapping his arm around me and kissing me lightly on the lips. “Forever. It’ll be our twilight.”

“Our vanilla twilight.” I corrected, leaning into him.

He laughed. “That’s right. Our Vanilla Twilight.”

“Drenched in vanilla twilight,

I’ll sit on the front porch all night

Waist deep in thought because when I think of you,

I don’t feel so alone.”

-Vanilla Twilight, Owl City

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