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
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.
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
“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
“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,”
“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
“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
“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