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Chapter 1 : Act One
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I was sitting there, in my dress, applying lipstick. My sister was standing behind me, doing my hair.
I was sitting there, looking at the clock, counting down the minutes until I’d have to make my entrance.
I was sitting there, on my wedding day. But I wasn’t thinking about my groom. I was thinking about Teddy.
She would never forget the first time they kissed. They were in the middle of an argument; he was always very arrogant. She was in her fifth year at Hogwarts, and he was distracting her from going over her Transfiguration notes in preparation for her O.W.L.
“Teddy, please either leave me alone or help me study.”
“Okay!” he said, picking up her O.W.L. helpbook. She groaned. It appeared that he’d picked the latter option.
“What is the relationship between how long conjured objects last and the distance from the caster to the object?”
She thought for a moment before answering, “The farther the caster is, the shorter amount of time it takes for the object to vanish. By a factor of three.”
“Good,” he responded. “See, you already know all this crap.”
“No I don’t!” she asserted. “Keep quizzing me.”
He asked her dozens of questions spanning across many chapters of the book before growing bored and asking the question he really wanted to know the answer to. “Will you go out with me at the next Hogsmeade weekend?”
“No,” she replied. The same answer she always gave.
“Why not?” he begged.
“Because,” she started, “I don’t think we’re romantically compatible.”
“Then kiss me!”
“Why on earth would I do that, Teddy?”
He smiled. “To see if we’re romantically compatible, of course!”
“Absolutely not!” she cried.
“What,” he teased, “you’ve never kissed anyone before?”
Although she had no intent to answer him, her blush gave her away.
“Seriously, Victoire? Never? But you’re the prettiest girl in school!”
“Shut it, Ted. I just haven’t, okay?”
“Kiss me,” he insisted. She bit her lip apprehensively and he looked into her eyes. She watched as his eyes changed from a dark grey to a deep blue. Coincidentally, the same shade of blue she saw every time she looked in the mirror.
Knowing her answer before she spoke, he said, “I’ll make you a deal.”
“What deal?” she asked, actually a little curious.
“Ask me a random question from this book. If I get it right, you have to kiss me. If I get it wrong, I’ll leave you alone. At least until you’re done with your O.W.L.s”
She considered it for a moment. She knew that Transfiguration wasn’t his best subject. She agreed and started to leaf through the book.
“No, no,” he said, “I said random. No searching.”
She sighed and closed the book on her lap. She shut her eyes and flipped to a random page towards the end of the book, where the harder material was. She dragged her finger down the page and stopped about halfway down. She opened her eyes and read the question. Crap.
“No, this one isn’t fair. Let me pick another one.”
“No!” he said, holding down her hand. His face was close to hers again. “No switching. Random is fair.”
She groaned and then read the question. “What events can cause a metamorphmagus to return to their natural state?”
He grinned from ear to ear and turned his hair green. What a jerk.
“That’s easy! Sleep, catastrophic injury, and death.”
She frowned. It really wasn’t fair.
Seeing her expression, he said, “Don’t worry, Vic. you don’t have to kiss me if you really don’t want to.”
“That’s okay,” she said, “I made a promise.”
He resumed his grin. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you?”
“No!” she said defensively.
“Fine,” he said. “Then I won’t.”
“But I promised that I would,” she said, “And my father’s taught me to never back down on my promises.”
He brought his face close to hers and smiled. “But you said you didn’t want me to.”
“I know that I said that,” she said, inching his face closer to his. He kissed her. Quickly. Too quickly. It reminded her of the kisses she shared with her parents.
“That’s not a real kiss, Ted!” she insisted.
“So you do want me to kiss you,” he said, smiling. His eyes went back to her blue.
“Shut up,” she whispered, pulling his face to her own. This time, the kiss was real. He put one hand around her waist and the other on her elbow, pulling her closer to him. She brought her hands around his neck and played with his hair.
When they broke apart, his appearance was very plain (at least, by his standards). His hair was mousy brown and his eyes back to grey.
“What happened to your hair?” she asked. He pulled down a clump of it so he could see it.
“Damn,” he said, “I forgot one of the times a metamorphmagus can return to it’s natural state.”
“Times of emotional intensity.”
She grinned and kissed him again, leaving her Transfiguration off to the side.
From that day on, they were Victoire and Teddy.
I smiled at the memory. He was always so goofy, but at the same time so mature. Daring.
When we were kids, he was always one year older and would therefore lead our adventures. He ran to get my Mum when I fell out of a tree and broke my wrist. He was there beside me and led the investigation of Dominique when my parents brought her home from St. Mungos. He knew exactly what a baby was. I wasn’t so sure.
He always knew everything that I didn’t. That one year always made such a huge difference. When he went to Hogwarts, I spent my time writing to him. He told me all about the castle and the brave things he did.
He was older. Wiser. Cooler.
When we got older, that maturity transferred into stability. He got a good job at the Ministry and was able to provide for me financially while I pursued my own passion as a historian. He liked working in the Ministry. He could’ve gotten ranked much higher if he’d let Harry give him recommendation, but Teddy was too noble to use his Godfather’s influence.
“I brought you lunch,” Teddy said, going into the office without knocking.
“Great. I’m starving,” Harry said, using his wand to push out they chair for Teddy to sit in. Teddy looked out of breath. He must’ve run up here from his desk in the Department of Human Transfiguration.
Teddy sat down, looking stressed. Noticing his demeanor, Harry asked, “What’s wrong, Ted?”
Teddy picked up a picture on his desk. It was one of his favorite pictures, taken his first Christmas home from Hogwarts. He was beaming at the camera, wrapped up in a Gryffindor scarf. An infant Lily was sitting on his lap, chewing on the scarf. Teddy remembered how happy he was when his Godfather starting having children. It was like he was gaining a family, too.
“What’s wrong, Ted?” Harry repeated.
Teddy took a deep breath and told his Godfather his secret. “I’m going to propose to Victoire.”
Harry smiled. “That’s fantastic, Teddy! Why do you look like you’re in trouble with the Ministry?”
Teddy rolled his eyes. He couldn’t possibly look that terrified. Well… perhaps it was possible. Maybe he’d rather be in trouble with the Ministry. It’d probably be less stressful than proposing to the most bewitching woman he’d ever met.
“Well how the hell am I supposed to do it? How did you propose to Ginny?”
“I did it the first time she was off the reserves for the Harpies. Their Seeker suddenly quit, and Ginny stepped in. I put the ring in the snitch.”
“How’d you know she’d catch the snitch and not the other team?”
Harry chuckled at the memory. “They were playing the Cannons. That’s not what I told her, though. I said I knew she’d catch the Snitch because of how amazing she is.”
“You’re brilliant, Harry. You didn’t even need to do all that. Who would say no to the Savior of the Wizarding World?”
“It isn’t about being the Savior of the World, Ted. It’s about being the Savior of Her World.”
Teddy groaned and rolled his eyes. “You’re so bloody smooth, Harry.”
Harry laughed and asked, “Well, how are you going to do it?”
“I don’t know! That’s why I’m here. I have no idea what to do. What do you think I should do?”
“I can’t tell you what to do. Just ask yourself things like… what does she like? Would she want something nice and sentimental or some big, grand gesture?”
Teddy thought about his girlfriend for a moment. “I think she’d like something simple, but really romantic.”
“Romance isn’t really my thing, Ted. That’s why I didn’t marry a girly-girl.”
“You just told me about the most bloody romantic thing I’ve ever heard of!”
“Yeah, but I got the idea from somewhere else. Ginny and Victoire are very different. There’s one thing that they have in common, though… Bill. Have you asked Bill yet?”
“No.” Teddy had been dreading the thought of it. He wasn’t even sure if he should ask Bill. It was 2022, times had changed. Victoire might even be mad that he’d asked. He expressed this to Harry, who couldn’t hold in his laughter. He snorted and let out a laugh at his naive godson.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. When I told Ron I was planning on asking Ginny he said I ought to ask their Dad. When I asked him, he said that he gave me his blessing but if I really wanted to be sure, I should go speak with Bill.”
“Why? Bill isn’t her father.”
“No, but he always had a really close relationship with Ginny. She’s always been his little baby sister, just like Victoire will always be his little baby girl.”
“So what did he say when you asked him?” Teddy asked, eager to hear the answer.
“He gave me his blessing, along with a good helping of threats. It was probably the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done. I nearly pissed myself.”
“Does ‘most terrifying thing I’ve ever done’ include killing Voldemort?”
Harry nodded grimly.
Teddy told me that asking my father to marry me was also the most terrifying thing he’d ever done. He said yes, of course, and a week later Teddy asked me. It was simple, and I loved it.
I woke up in our bed and there he was, already awake. He got the ring out from the bedside table and just asked me. I knew he meant it because I wasn’t wearing any make-up and had awful morning breath. I said yes and we were married a year later.
I looked in the mirror and wondered if Teddy would still think I was beautiful.
I was examining how much my face had changed when my daughter came into the dressing room, reminding me of the second most terrifying moment of Teddy’s life.
Teddy came running into the room.
“Vic! I’m here! It’s okay!”
She was laying on a bed, her face screwed up in pain and her breathing labored.
“Where the hell were you?” she cried when the contraction had passed.
“I was in a meeting, the memos weren’t coming through. I’m sorry. I’m here now. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she spat, clearly meaning the opposite of her words. “Dominique is here with me, she just went to get a Healer to tell them that the contractions are less than three minutes apart.”
“I owled your parents, they should be here soon,” he said, standing next to her bed.
She swung her hand wildly in his direction, hoping to make contact with part of his body. “You did WHAT? Why the bloody hell would you do that? If I’d wanted them here, I would’ve owled them myself. The entire bloody Weasley clan will be here in a few minutes.”
“I… I’m sorry,” Ted stammered, “I thought you would’ve wanted them here.”
She groaned as another wave of contractions came. Her face was red with what Teddy wasn’t sure was pain or anger, or both. Probably both.
She was right. The entire Weasley clan did arrive within the hour. All the Aunts, Uncles, and cousins. Teddy enlisted Fred to help him keep them all in the waiting room. It wasn’t long until Fleur’s Aunt Gabriella and her children arrived from France.
Teddy spent the next six hours running back and forth from his wife’s side to her ridiculously persistent family, who wouldn’t accept information for anyone but him. Every time, the entire Weasley-Delacour family would fall silent, but Teddy’s news was always the same. “She’s getting closer, but she’s not there yet. She’s still asking that only Dom, Louis, and her parents come back to see her.”
Until, at last, Teddy walked out of the room and down the corridor with a smile so large you’d think it was a cartoonish look he was trying out.
The family once again fell silent and he took a deep breath. “Charlotte Gabrielle Lupin was born at 9:34 pm.” He wiped a tear from his eye and continued, “She’s seven pounds, two ounces and twenty one inches long. Mum and baby are doing great.”
Cheers erupted from the family. Harry walked up to Teddy with open arms. More tears came when Teddy embraced the closest thing he had to a father.
“How does it feel, Dad?” Harry asked, recalling his own experience with James’ birth.
“Harry, it feels amazing. I’ve never felt anything like this before. She’s so small but I love her so much. Do you want to meet her?”
Harry beamed and nodded. It wasn’t Teddy’s intention, but the entire family seemed to accept the invitation.
They formed a procession into the room. Teddy entered first and was once again overwhelmed by the beauty radiating from the bed. Victoire’s hair was plastered to her face and she couldn’t draw her eyes away from the life that was in her arms. Teddy sat on the bed next to her and kissed his wife’s forehead, amazed by what they’d created together.
Gabrielle approached the bed first. “Oh, Victoire. She eez beautiful. You gave her my name?”
Victoire smiled and gave her Aunt a tearful, one-armed hug. “Tatie! Of course I did!”
She gave her niece a kiss on the cheek and cooed over the newborn before crossing the room to congratulate her sister. Fleur and Gabrielle embraced and spoke in rapid French to each other while the rest of the family took turns admiring the newest addition to the family.
Bill stood next to the bed, his hand on Teddy’s shoulder. Both of them could not stop looking at their beautiful daughters. Teddy knew immediately that if anyone ever wanted to marry his little Charlotte, they’d sure as hell better ask him first.
Teddy was the best father that I could’ve asked for my children. He spoiled his little Charlotte, just as my father spoiled me.
Two years later, when I gave birth to our son, Teddy was filled with just as much joy as the first time around. When I told him that I wanted to name him Remus William, he broke down in tears so intensely that our Charlotte sang him the Happy Song that we used when she was upset.
My life with my family was, in a word, happy. Charlotte and Remus fought as children do, but at the end of the day they were happy to curl up into Teddy and my bed for story-time.
My home was filled with laughter. As Remus learned to control is Metamorphism, it became a nightly routine for Charlotte to request her favorite noses and hair colors at dinner time. It eventually became such a distraction to the meal that I had to limit the game to five minutes while they set the table.
When my mother passed in 2037, it was the laughter that kept me whole. My family let me grieve, but only for a bit. If I stayed in bed for too long, Charlotte would crawl in it with me and read me a story.
The laughter… it was the greatest magic I’d ever known.
When Remus turned eleven and started at Hogwarts, I kept my house filled with laughter by offering to take care of Louis’ three young children while he and his wife, Laura, were at work.
I missed my children, but tried to let them have their fun and privacy at school. I limited myself to writing them twice a week.
At dinner, I still requested my favorite noses and hair colors from Teddy.
While our children were at school, Teddy and I grew even closer, if that was possible. In the quiet moments, after Louis had picked up the kids and the dishes from dinner had been washed, we often sat on the couch and spent our evenings by the fireplace.
He would catch up on paperwork and I would read the history books that inspired me. Everyone so often, I’d catch him watching me. When I asked him what he was doing, he usually said that he was thinking about how glad he was that he interrupted my Transfiguration studies.
“It’s time, Mum.”
Charlotte’s voice broke me from my train of memories. I looked up at her and smiled. She looked just like her father, when he was in his natural state.
I gave myself one last glance in the mirror. I didn’t bother wearing much make-up. There was no hiding my wrinkles. I just wore lipstick and a bit of blush (at my sister’s insistence).
I stood up and flattened the bodice of my dress. I wore something simple. Charlotte told me that it made me look old, but I didn’t care; I was old! It had lace sleeves and reminded me of the dress my mother wore at her wedding.
Charlotte helped me up and we walked down to the entrance of the church, where I met my bridesmaids. Charlotte and Dominique looked beautiful in their gold satin dresses. My fiance’s daughter, Marlene, greeted me with a warm smile and a hug. My daughter-in-law, Andrea, had hardly been able to fit her bulging belly into her dress and numerous expansion charms had to be performed.
I walked over to my father and my son, who both returned my smile. Remus helped his grandfather up and they stood on either side of me and offered their arms.
The church doors opened and Iris, my granddaughter, started the procession. She skipped down the aisle, tossing flower petals all the way. She'd inherited Charlotte's fearlessness. Each of my bridesmaids followed her, and then it was my turn.
“You ready, baby girl?” Dad asked.
“Of course I am,” I responded.
He kissed my forehead, like he’d done my entire life.
We walked through the doors as the flute player started to play my favorite song. It was an intimate ceremony, so even this small church wasn’t full. I saw the faces of all of our closest friends. My grip on Remus’ arm tightened as I made eye contact with my groom and felt a flurry of butterflies in my stomach.
Before I had Remus, I often wondered if when you had a second child, you loved the first less. I was wrong. My capacity to love doubled, plus some. The same thing was happening once again.
I smiled, thinking about how much I loved Teddy, and how much I loved Dennis.
Author's Note: I got the prompt of shipping Dennis Creevey and Victoire. At first I was baffled, but then this idea came around and I started to really like it. This will be three chapters. Act One, Intermission, and Act Two. Let me know what you think of Act One: Teddy and Victoire's entire relationship in 3000 words:)
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