A/N- I originally had this fic up on but that came to a sad end, so i decided to repost it on here. I hope you like it =)

2nd May 2008

It has been exactly ten years since the battle at Hogwarts, and Lord Voldemort was finally defeated by the great Harry Potter!

Witches and wizards up and down the country are celebrating the anniversary of this great, yet sorrowful event. But Harry isn't.

Harry and his heavily pregnant wife, Ginny, and their two sons, James, 4, and Albus, 2, are at the Burrow celebrating some thing else.

Today is Victoire Weasley's 8th Birthday, and every one has come to celebrate it.

Her parents, Bill and Fleur, and her two younger brothers, Dominique and Louis. Both sets of Grandparents: Gran and Grandad Weasley, and Grand- Mére and Grand- Pére Delacour are there.

As well as all her aunties, uncles and cousins:

There was Uncle Charlie.

Uncle Percy, his wife Audrey and two daughters, Molly and Lucy.

Uncle George, his wife Angelina, and their two children, Fred and Roxanne.

Uncle Ron, and Auntie Hermione, with Rosie, and baby Hugo.

Then of course Uncle Harry, and Auntie Ginny, with James, Albus, and soon to be Lily.

Auntie Gabrielle.

And not forgetting Andromeda, and 10-year-old Teddy Lupin.

The wizarding world is at peace, but the ones who died to make it this way will never be forgotten.

Just because her Uncle Fred, Lupin, and Tonks aren't there in body, doesn't mean that they aren't there celebrating as well.

The people we love never truly leave us.