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Author: Doctor Aicha (Professors' Bookshelf)  Story: Seeing Victoire, Seeing Teddy  Chapter: Chapter One: Diagon Alley
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SVST Chapter One

Seeing Victoire, Seeing Teddy

By Doctor Aicha


Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or this world. It’s all J.K. Rowling’s, except the bits she’s sold to Warner Bros.


A/N: Special thanks to those who have reviewed the story and encouraged me. Even more special thanks go to Sarka for her helpful support and Zsenya on SugarQuill for her mad beta skilz. Thanks ladies!




Chapter One: Diagon Alley


Andromeda Tonks flicked her wand at the pot of porridge on the cooker, and the wooden spoon gave it a stir. She looked at the clock on the wall and realized that if Teddy didn’t wake up soon, they would never be able to make their lunch at Diagon Alley with Harry. Magically amplifying her voice, she called up the stairs. “Teddy! Wake up, dear. It’s nearly 9 o’clock!”


Teddy Lupin blinked once or twice, and then flipped the coverlet back. He sort of staggered up, sending a hand through his hair – turquoise, today, he thought, and it changed color instantly. Deciding that grey eyes would be fun, he changed those, too. “Teddy!” the call came again.


“I’m up, Gran!” he called, not bothering with magic – he just shouted. He was a teenager, after all. “I’m just going to catch a quick shower!”


Teddy stepped into the tiny bathroom, which was decorated with a border of shells and a rather ornate mirror. He looked skeptically at his hair, and decided silver would be more mature. Again the change was instantaneous. Teddy pealed off his manky tee-shirt and dropped it into the hamper. It was more than an argument was worth to leave laundry lying around his and Gran’s house. Dropping the remainder of his dirty clothes into the hamper, he stepped into the shower.


Harry was supposed to be meeting him and Gran for lunch in Diagon Alley. If his Hogwarts letter came before they left, they should be able to complete his school shopping. He knew he needed new robes, though, so even if the letter didn’t come at least he could get the unpleasant task of tailoring completed.


When he finally made it downstairs – dressed in a red and gold striped shirt, jeans, and sneakers, he kissed his Gran on the cheek.


“Good morning, dear. Porridge is on the stove, and tea’s in the kettle,” she said. “And you’ve got two letters on the table. Owl post came while you were in the shower.”

Teddy ladled out a goodly amount of Gran’s porridge, added butter and brown sugar, and poured a cup of tea. He topped off his cup with milk, and sat down at the table. He looked at the two letters next to his plate. One was from Hogwarts, and was expected; of course, it was his list. He set it aside, and looked at the other letter. “From Victoire,” he said to Gran, and opened it.


Dear Teddy,


I hope you are well. I’ve been having loads of fun in Paris this week. We have visited Rue Foulit, which is the Parisian Wizarding community’s answer to Diagon Alley. Maman has agreed that all my school robes will come from Paris this year! Can you imagine the look on Bets’s face when I see her on the platform? She’s written at least twice a week all summer and she says she’s Slytherin green with envy. She’ll be greener than ever when she sees the dress robes Grandmére has bought for me here.


Thank you for the birthday card and the books. You say your Mum read them? They’re really funny. Maybe she read them while she was pregnant – that would explain a lot.


Well, Papa is coming over to Paris to fetch me home next week. You’re not to write back – I’ll see you soon anyway. Only two weeks left of summer holidays! Can you believe you’ll be in 7th year?





Teddy put down the letter and grinned. Victoire was a contradictory girl. She’d hex you into next week if you made her angry. He remembered the time she sneaked the Canary Cream into little James’s desert. Aunt Ginny had been furious, but more with Ron, who’d given the girl the Wheezes, than with Victoire for using them on her baby. Victoire had only been eight years old, after all. Still, she was just as obsessed with fashion as any girl – or guy, for that matter – at Hogwarts School, and that was saying a lot.


Teddy finished his porridge, and pushed the bowl away. Gran came through the room, pointed, and flew the bowl over to the sink, where it began to wash itself. Gran was wearing ruby red robes that Teddy knew she really loved, and he grinned up at her.


He opened his Hogwarts letter, and began to read.


The color must have drained out of his face, because Gran said, “What’s the matter, Teddy dear?” just as Teddy spluttered and choked on his tea.


“Gran! It’s – I’m – no way.” Something fell out of the letter as Teddy opened the final fold.


His grandmother looked quizzical.


“Head Boy!” Teddy jumped up, badge in one hand and letter in the other, upsetting the tea on the table when he bumped it, hard. “Look! Look at the letter!” As he spoke, he rounded the table and handed the letter to his grandmother.


She read. “Oh, Teddy! That’s wonderful! I’m so proud.”


“Thanks, Gran! Wow, I thought Wolf Woods had it sewn up!” Teddy’s hair was cycling through the rainbow, until he settled on Gryffindor red and gold streaks. Gran was smiling, and Teddy felt his grin splitting his cheeks. Mum and Dad would be proud. He looked up, and then another thought crossed his mind.


“I wonder who’s Head Girl?”





Half an hour later, Andromeda and Teddy Floo’d into the Leaky Cauldron. The pub was as small as ever, but it was a little less dirty than usual – apparently Tom’s niece was bent on cleaning things up a bit around the old place, whether her uncle liked it much or not. Tom didn’t seem too upset, though.


“Good morning, Mrs. Tonks,” he called. “And young Teddy! Up to London for your school things, I suppose. Can I get you anything?”


“Not just now, Tom,” said Gran. “We’ll be back this afternoon, though.”


Teddy followed his grandmother outside into the back garden. She started to raise her wand.


“No, Gran, not this time.”


“All right, then, Teddy dear,” she answered, and stepped back. Teddy lifted his wand and tapped the proper brick. As the door opened, he stepped back with a flourish.


“After you, Gran,” he said. Gran smiled. Teddy knew what she was thinking; she’d said it often enough. Teddy was often told he was like his mum’s cousin, Sirius Black. Sirius had been a cousin of his, too, but Teddy thought of him more as an uncle. He’d been one of his dad’s best friends, and of course he was Harry’s godfather. Gran had told him Sirius stories often enough as a child. Sirius was one of the few relatives of Gran’s that hadn’t disowned her upon her marriage to Granddad, and mum and Sirius had got on pretty well. Apparently, while Sirius was at school, he’d been something of a charmer. Teddy was glad to bring that smile to Gran’s lips, and to be honest, the birds liked it when a bloke was a bit dashing.


Teddy loved Diagon Alley. He’d loved it since his first visit; he’d loved it since before he could even remember. Gran said that his hair used to cycle through the whole rainbow when she brought him to Diagon Alley.


“Gringott’s, Gran?” Teddy asked.


“Yes, we need to make a withdrawal,” she said.


As they arrived, two goblins opened the door. When they noticed who was entering, several bowed low. Andromeda Tonks had quite a lot of money. She’d inherited the entire Lestrange estate. Since Bella’s husband preceded her in death, she had inherited his money as well as her sister’s. Bella had never dreamed she’d die or that she’d lose in the final battle. She’d never made a will. Wizarding law stated that the nearest blood relative received everything when a witch or wizard died intestate. Bella had no children, her parents were dead, and Narcissa was younger than Teddy’s grandmother. Gran had got everything, and everything, in this case, was rather a lot. She’d inherited not only the Lestrange vault and everything in it (now, of course, it was the Tonks vault; Gran thought that a fitting name, in the end, for one of the oldest pureblood Wizarding family vaults – a tribute to the war and its outcome), but also a huge old rambling house in Suffolk. She’d sold that – no one wanted to live in a mausoleum, and “it’s no place to raise a baby!” she’d thundered (to no one in particular).


His grandmother had an initial, knee-jerk misgiving regarding that money. She had told Teddy, when he’d gotten older, that she had felt at the time that it was almost as bad as blood money. When she’d given it a second thought, though, Gran had decided that Bella would be horrified that her money, and her husband’s money, was now in the hands of her disowned sister, and would be in the hands of a half-werewolf, quarter-Muggle-born Metamorphmagus in the future. That thought alone was enough to make her spend the galleons from the vault with something akin to glee.


Once she’d retrieved a very heavy sackful of gold, she and Teddy set off for Madam Malkin’s. “Only place for robes, dear, whatever Victoire says about Rue Foulit. I’ve known Mathilda Malkin since school, and she’s got sense,” Gran said.


“Five sets of school robes, two sets of Gryffindor house Quidditch robes, and two sets for formal occasions,” Gran ticked off on her hand as Teddy stood on a kind of plinth and watched the measuring tape do its work. “Cream, I think, Teddy dear, and perhaps a nice dark grey.”


“Anything else?” Madam Malkin asked.


“I’d like a new cloak, Gran.”


“Certainly. Anything for my new Head Boy today!” Gran said, as much to her friend as to Teddy. “Scarlet? Or black this time?” Teddy chose the scarlet.


Madam Malkin promised have everything completed and sent over before the start of school. “I’m sorry I can’t have them done today, Andromeda,” she’d apologized. “We’re simply swamped at the moment.”


“Don’t worry about it, Tilly,” Andromeda answered. “I’ve got to get Teddy’s jeans and pajamas and things. His old robes can tide him over.”


She did, too, fitting Teddy out with Muggle basics from the large store across Diagon Alley from the bank. British Muggle Outfitters had opened a year or so after the war; it had been created by a group of enterprising Muggle-born wizards who had noticed that lots of younger witches and wizards liked to dress like young Muggles – and that the older generation needed quite a bit of help blending in. No more mackintoshes with cowboy boots and little else, thanks. Not that it helped with some of them, who pointed and laughed at things like ATMs and parking meters and insisted on trying to pay for things in Muggle shops with sickles and knuts, but still.


While his grandmother stocked up on Potions ingredients, Teddy wandered into picked out a new pair of black dragon-hide gloves and a pair of dragon leather sheepskin lined boots for snowy Scottish winters. It was well past noon when they met Harry in front of a little café. Harry hugged Teddy, who didn’t mind, really. Lots of people were staring, but, after all, Harry Potter was really famous. He was also the Head of the Auror Division, so people had got used to him over the years, but they still stared.


A cute young witch took their orders. When she winked at him, Teddy was surprised and a little embarrassed. Harry laughed, and Teddy knew he had intercepted the wink.


“So, what’s new, Teddy?” Harry asked over his roast beef sandwich.


Teddy grinned, knowing that Harry must have seen straight through his nonchalant act. He pulled the head boy badge out of a pocket of his jeans, and laid it on the table. Harry picked it up and grinned at him. “My dad was head boy in his day, Teddy. I reckon you’ve done us all proud – all of them, too. Your dad and Sirius,” he added. “I reckon this calls for a celebration!”


“That’s just what I’m thinking, Harry,” added Gran. “Why don’t you bring Ginny and the children over on Saturday evening next week? I’ll owl everyone else in the family. I know Molly will be happy to come, as I was speaking to her last night about having some sort of a party before Teddy, Victoire, and little James go to school.”


Harry blanched at the thought of James going to school, Teddy noted. But Harry held up well, and agreed to Gran’s suggestion.



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