85A/N: Okay, so I lied! I've decided to make this a short multi-chapter fic. It'll probably only have one or two more chapters after this, though. Anyway, thanks a bunch to Jessica682, imsuchanut, Lady Jayne Mythnight, brainandheart, Dimcairien, MarauderNicki, Stelra Etnae, and MarianneP, who were kind and generous enough to leave reviews, as well as to everyone who put this story in their favorites/story alerts or even just gave the fic a chance. Enjoy this chapter! :)
"Vic!" shouted Rose as Victoire bounded over to the exit as quickly as her bulky dress would permit her. At the door, Hugo and Lily had just completed their decoration with the odd blue and white flowers. With the reflexes of a seeker, Lily yanked the oblivious Hugo from the doorway just as Victoire barreled past, jetted out the door and, to the utter perplexity and panic of the others, disappeared.
Rose stopped dead in her tracks, blanching visibly. "Victoire just disappeared," she whispered in small voice that lacked her usual bossy, loud tone.
"What?" asked Hugo disbelievingly, hurriedly moving beside his sister.
"She couldn't have just disappeared," protested Lily. Lightly slipping past Rose, Lily pressed herself against the door frame and peeked out cautiously, as if the unknown source of magic would zap her away too. She spotted Albus, James, and Fred laughing raucously as they worked as ushers for the wedding, leading various guests to their golden colored seats; Teddy, a desperate crease in his brow, wringing his hands as he conversed with her dad and Uncle Ron; Aunt Fleur rushing around in a flurry of sapphire robes and silver hair; and Uncle George surreptitiously dropping noisily plastic-wrapped Ton Tongue Toffees onto a waiter's tray while they were unawares, Aunt Angelina shaking her head as she made no attempt to stop him. Lily observed all of these events keenly, yet did not sight Victoire's flowing hair or her lavishly designed wedding dress.
"The moment she was out the door she just vanished." Rose's faint voice alarmed Scorpius, who had moved from the sofa to the frozen girl by the door.
"Rose..." said Scorpius uncertainly, lacing their fingers together. "Maybe she just... Disapparated?" He knew he was in trouble based solely on Rose's pursed lips and raised red brows. The suggestion sounded lame to even his ears.
"I know that she didn't Disapparate, Scorp," said Rose testily. Hey, at least she sounds like herself again, he thought to himself. Success. "I didn't hear a crack or a pop or any noise that would signal Apparition." Her resolve considerably reestablished, Rose slowly crept towards the door, eyeing it as if it was a bomb about to be detonated.
"Rose," both Scorpius and Hugo said warningly, the former trying to pull her away. "What are you doing?" asked Scorpius carefully, his voice even and measured, his grip on her hand tightening.
"Trying to sense if there's any magic around the door," she answered absently, her eyes sliding slightly out of focus before she began poking and prodding at the innocent door frame. With a brief, hurried glare from Rose, Scorpius was forced to relinquish his grasp of her hand as she whipped her wand out and ran it along the wall, searching for any sign that the area had been magically tampered with.
"There's nothing wrong with the doorway, Rosie," said Lily cajolingly, tugging Rose's wand hand down.
"It has to be the flowers," piped up Roxanne, who had been pensively and silently appraising the door with her sharp hazel eyes. The others rotated to fix Roxanne with gazes of expectation, while Rose successfully ripped her hand from Lily's loosened grip and continued her examination of the wall. "We all walked through the door numerous times, but nothing happened to us. Victoire walked through the door after Lily and Hugo put the last flower in place."
Her interest now piqued, Rose twirled around rapidly, almost clipping Scorpius in the face with her elevated wand. "But that's impossible, Roxanne. How could a string of flowers transport a person to some unknown location?" she asked, skepticism peppering her tone.
"I know it sounds a bit barmy, but running tests on the door wasn't doing much, was it?" countered Roxanne, crossing her arms over her chest. It was known that although Roxanne and Rose were good friends as well as cousins, they often clashed over petty disagreements. They had entangled themselves in many useless fights over the years, the most asinine one being over a bowl of pudding last Christmas, the most serious caused by a boy they both fancied.
"Are you sure she didn't just run away too fast for you to keep up with?" asked Hugo in an attempt to avert a full blown crisis between the two bristling girls. Unfortunately, Rose simply directed her frustration at him.
"I know what I saw, Hugo, and Victoire didn't just scurry off in the blink of an eye!" she hissed menacingly. Scorpius reached out to place a quelling hand on Rose's exposed shoulder before receiving a face full of red hair as she turned suddenly and dashed out of the door.
"Rose!" those still in the house called out in differing tones of worry, anger, and exasperation. However, their shouts went unneeded, because Rose was still in plain sight, hands on her hips and blue eyes narrowed.
"It didn't work!" she yelled out, attracting the attention of Albus, who abandoned the elderly wedding guest he was helping to her seat in favor of jogging over to his apparently irate cousin.
"What didn't work, dear cousin?" he asked the now red eared girl.
Sighing, she signaled Albus to follow her into the Burrow, where Scorpius regarded her in stone-faced, silent anger, Hugo scowled, Roxanne rolled her eyes, and Lily was running her hands through her hair.
"Why are you all looking at me like I just killed someone?" demanded Rose as she stalked into the quiet room.
"You could have been projected to Merlin knows where and you're expecting us to be happy about it?" breathed out Scorpius, his voice fraught with suppressed anger. Normally, Rose would have snapped back with more ferocity than necessary, but seeing as Scorpius was rarely this ticked off about anything, she settled for a murmured, "sorry", and a small peck on the lips. Deflating with a sigh, the unease etched in Scorpius' face softened as he wrapped his arms loosely around his girlfriend's neck and drew her closer.
"'Sorry'? That's it?" asked a bewildered Hugo, his face slowing beginning to match his flaming red hair.
Having no qualms with yelling at her younger brother, Rose twisted out of Scorpius' embrace, her hair whipping him about the face once more. Deaf to Scorpius' wince and the laughter of Roxanne, Albus, and Lily, Rose glowered at her now cowering brother.
"What did you want me to do, offer you my firstborn? Beg for your forgiveness?" she spat, narrowing her eyes before straightening up, inhaling deeply, and closing her eyes, trying her utmost to regain her formerly calm composure. Hugo dragged Lily over to an empty sofa in trepidation, wary of his sister's wrath rearing its ugly head again.
"Well, while Rose tries not to rip Hugo's head off, does anyone what to fill me in on what exactly happened?" asked Albus nonchalantly, carelessly lounging on the settee. Rose spared him a glare before returning to her breathing exercises, muttering, "No you don't want to feed Al or Hugo to a hungry dragon, Rose" to herself as Scorpius tentatively patted her on the head in a show of support.
"Victoire is gone," answered Roxanne bluntly.
Albus stared at her in stuttering confusion, while Lily sighed, "When you say it like that, Roxie, it sounds like she was kidnapped."
"Well, she's gone and her wedding is in less than thirty minutes, so yeah, she might as well be bloody kidnapped, Lily!"
The plain truth to Roxanne's statement seemed to spur the rest of them into motion; Rose's eyes snapped open and Scorpius paused in his patting of Rose's hair, while the others stared at Roxanne in wide-eyed shock.
"Well, what do you suggest we do to get her back?" asked Rose pointedly, her unwavering blue-eyed stare focused on Roxanne.
"I suggest that we find out more about those," she ground out impatiently, gesturing matter-of-factly at the blue and white adornments. Suddenly businesslike, Roxanne turned her gaze on a pale Lily and a puzzled Hugo. "Where did you get them?" Her normally sparkling golden brown eyes were steely and determined, a look that Hugo had seen many a time during Roxanne's passionate speeches to the Gryffindor Quidditch team when she had acted as Captain.
"Dad's office," answered Lily, her voice uncharacteristically shaky. "Aunt Luna had given them to him."
Albus smiled knowingly. "And, let me guess, Dad told you not to touch them but you did anyway?" he asked his younger sister.
A sheepish look had settled on Lily's face before she nodded timidly. Rose groaned. "Lily, why?" she asked, exasperated.
"I thought they'd be fitting for the wedding! The colors matched the theme and it almost seemed too perfect to not decorate the house and surrounding area with them!" she defended fruitlessly, staring intently at her lap.
"It's okay, Lily, you didn't know it'd eat Vic."
"Albus!"
"Sorry, Rose, but it's not her fault!"
Roxanne pointedly cleared her throat. "Why don't we just ask Luna what kind of flowers they are and why they caused Vic to disappear?" she suggested slowly, as if she was speaking to an unusually thick group of children.
Rose huffed, apparently irritated. "Wouldn't she enlighten Uncle Harry to the fact that the bride is missing?" she asked Roxanne acerbically. Her tan skinned cousin looked positively truculent.
"Uh-oh. Rose just used the 'contradict me or die' voice on Roxanne. This won't end well," Hugo whispered loudly to Lily, who nodded heartily in concurrence.
Upon seeing Roxanne's hand twitch to where her wand laid uselessly on the sofa, Scorpius took action. "How about we just ask Lorcan or Lysander?" he blurted out, hastening to step in between the girls.
"Good idea! Rose, help me find one of them!" interjected Albus, cottoning onto his best friend's plan. Without giving her a chance to protest, Albus wound a hand around Rose's thin wrist and steered her out of the door.
"Hurry! The wedding starts in twenty minutes!" shouted Hugo as the pair stumbled outside.
"Oh yeah, we'll definitely get Vic back with time to spare," mumbled Albus incredulously under his breath.
Rose failed to catch her cousin's words. "I wasn't going to lunge at her or something," she muttered angrily, sharply pulling her arm from Albus' grasp.
Albus snorted. "Sure. I know for a fact that my mum has been teaching you that Bat Bogey Hex. I wouldn't put it beyond you to use it on your own cousin."
"Shut up, Al. It's not my fault Roxanne's wand is always in a knot," grumbled Rose. "Right, so where would the twins be?" She eyed the almost completely filled marquee, scouring the guests for the tell-tale shaggy blonde hair that the Scamander twins donned. She spotted a pale faced Teddy pacing frenetically, Uncle Percy apparently lecturing a bashful James and Fred while gesturing furiously at a beheaded ice sculpture, and her mother absently patting her crimson eared father on the shoulder as he ranted aimlessly.
"You're looking in the wrong place, my dear cousin. Well, Lorcan may be seated already but I know for a fact that Lysander wouldn't be," drawled Albus cryptically.
Rose inhaled sharply through her nose, pinching the bridge of it momentarily as she attempted to maintain her composure. "Well, would you like to enlighten me as to where I should be looking, Al?" she asked, spitting his name out as if it caused her great pain to utter it.
Albus simply grabbed Rose's wrist once more, leading her to where the waiters were congregated at the side of the home, loading their trays with glasses of champagne and delicate Hors d'oeuvres. In the center of the makeshift catering station was a table laden with various other plates of appetizers, but a blonde haired teenage boy had cleared a small square of space, where he was currently perched. He was apparently holding a riveting conversation with two of the male waiters.
"Ta-da! There's the one and only Lysander Scamander, doing what he does best: flirting with anything that has two legs and nice hair," laughed Albus, flourishing dramatically at the scene.
Rose rose an eyebrow. "Would you know about Lysander's flirting from experience, Al?" she asked, the right side of her mouth quirking up in a smirk.
Albus paled visibly. "Of course not, Rose! Why would you think – no!" he exclaimed. Lysander turned at the sound of the middle Potter's feverish denials.
"Albus Potter and Rose Weasley!" he proclaimed dreamily, dark blue eyes twinkling. With a hurried excuse to his objects of flirtation, Lysander jumped down from his position on the table and pranced lithely past the puzzled waiters. "Were you two looking for moi?" he asked, winking at Albus, who blanched even further.
"In fact, we were looking for you, Lysander," Rose spoke up on behalf of both her and Albus, who seemed to be struggling with speech at the moment. "Victoire is missing and we think it has something to do with flowers that your mum gave Uncle Harry."
"Are you speaking of the fleurs du temps?" asked Lysander, a hand on his chin.
"What are the fleurs du temps?" questioned Rose, her voice growing louder in her excitement.
"They're these flowers that my mum and dad found while they were exploring France for the Crumple Horned Snorkack," he explained airily. "According to the Frenchman that delivered the batch of flowers to my parents as a gift, they are rumored to take a person back to an event of great importance that happened in the same location. I think I recall my mum saying she was going to give some to Harry so he could test out their magical properties."
Rose and Albus, who had recovered from his embarrassment, exchanged identical looks of horror.
"What's wrong?" asked Lysander, his head tilted slightly as he peered at the shell-shocked pair.
"If what you're saying is correct, then our cousin, the bride of this wedding, has been flown to the Burrow during another event, in another sodding period of time!" shrieked Rose.
"No need for hysteria, Rose," said Albus soothingly. His voice contradicted the strain in his emerald eyes. He turned to Lysander. "Is there anyway to get her back?"
"Oh, yes!" he answered brightly. "Want me to show you?"
"Yes!" the two cousins chorused exasperatedly.
Knowing that their time was running short, Rose and Albus hastened around the lopsided house, blades of grass lodging themselves in their shoes as they forcefully strode to the Burrow door.
"Lysander knows how to get Vic back!" announced Albus as soon as they rushed into the house. Scorpius immediately bounded over to Rose, who appeared faintly dizzy as she clutched his arm in a vise-like grip.
Roxanne threw her hands up in relief. "Oh, thank Merlin," she sighed.
Lily bounded off the sofa, where Hugo seemed to have either fell asleep or fainted. "What do we need to do, Ly?" she asked hurriedly.
Lysander, however, seemed to have other matters on the brain. His mystical voice was clear and smooth as he grinned devilishly at Lily, "Why, Lily Potter, you look particularly gorgeous -"
"Lysander Scamander, if you treasure your wand, and I don't mean the stick you got when you were eleven, you will stop hitting on Lily and tell us how to get Vic back," growled Roxanne menacingly.
Lysander flushed a faint pink. "Sorry, not the time, I suppose."
"You suppose? Bloody well right, it's not the time! The main attraction of this whole event is gone and you -"
"Roxanne, it's not the time for yelling either," pointed out Scorpius gently.
She opened her mouth to shoot down his statement, but Albus interrupted, "Scorp's right, Roxie. We should all make a joint effort if we want to get Vic back." As an afterthought, he added, "Kill Lysander later."
"Hey!"
"Well, you were hitting on my sister right in front of me -"
"I'd expect you were jealous, Al."
"I'm not gay, Rose!"
A loud bang hushed the arguments in a cinch; Scorpius was pointing his wand in the air, a determined air about him. "Are we going to get Vic back or are we going to fight amongst ourselves until everyone realizes that she's missing?" he asked quietly.
"I forgot you could be so authoritative when you wanted to be," purred Rose, smirking at him, ignoring the disgusted look on Albus' face.
"Well, no one else seemed to be stepping up to the plate," he answered modestly, blushing at the attention. "Now, Lysander, how do you propose we fetch Victoire back from wherever she is?"
"Well, the flowers are only supposed to work once. At least, that's what the man told my parents," said Lysander carefully.
"What do the flowers do?" asked Roxanne.
"They take a person to the past to the last big event that happened here," Albus explained quickly.
Roxanne's mouth dropped open. "Nice going, Lily," she said, visibly outraged. Lily scowled, her nose scrunching indignantly.
"What did Scorpius say about fighting?" ground out Rose, her eyes flashing dangerously. Disappointed, Lily settled with glowering broodingly at Roxanne, who had pointedly fixed her gaze on the empty fire grate and grumbled under her breath.
Eyeing the others cautiously, Lysander continued, "If we want to go to where Victoire is located, then we would need to replace the flowers around the door with an unused string."
Lily brightened. "I strung the flowers all around the house earlier. Wait... then why didn't we all get transported?"
Lysander pondered his answer before giving it. "My guess would be that you have to go directly under the flowers."
Lily nodded. "That makes sense. Hugo and I looped them against things rather than over things. The door was the only thing that the flowers were around that a person could physically pass under."
"Okay," said Albus, clapping his hands together. "Lily, you get two strings of the flowers."
"Why two?"
"Well, we should bring another set of flowers with us so we can travel back. If it works both ways..." he trailed off, his eyebrows knitted together in worry.
Biting her lip, Lily nodded at Albus and shot him a forced smile before dashing out of the sitting room to collect the necessary amount of flowers.
"Who are we sending to embark on this time travel journey?" asked Roxanne, her tone slightly sardonic.
"Well, not Hugo that's for sure. What happened to my brother anyway?" questioned Rose from her position in Scorpius' embrace.
"I Stunned him," answered Roxanne casually.
"Why, may I ask?" growled Rose. Scorpius' arms had become a restraint as he tiredly prevented Rose from overreacting.
"Does it matter?" interjected Albus wearily. "I'll go."
Rose immediately stopped struggling. "Scorp and I will go too," she answered firmly.
"This rescue mission doesn't need three people," protested Roxanne. "What am I going to do? Be the watchdog?"
"Yeah," responded Rose slowly.
"I'll keep you company," supplied Lysander.
"So I can watch you hit on my cousin?"
"You sound jealous, Roxie. Would you prefer he hit on -"
"That joke gets old quick, Rose!"
"I have the flowers!" trilled Lily, a sudden hush falling over the quarreling bunch as she skipped gaily into the room, the flowers looped together identically to the ones hanging over the door frame.
Taking the initiative, Albus politely removed one set of flowers from his sister's grasp. "Let's get to work, crew. We have," he paused to check his wristwatch, "fifteen measly minutes to save Vic and get back in time for the big event. You ready?"
Rose nodded resolutely, while Scorpius looked vaguely nauseous. "Great! Now Roxanne, Lily, and Lysander... and I suppose Hugo whenever he wakes up, it's your duty to buffer anyone that comes looking for Vic, mainly Aunt Fleur or Aunt Ginny or, if fate is against us, Teddy."
"Why would Teddy come looking for her? I thought it was forbidden for the groom to see the bride before the wedding," asked Lily, visibly befuddled.
"Teddy looked like he was about to projectile vomit when we last saw him, so he might run in here to blow chunks in the bathroom or seek Vic for comfort," said Albus, sparing Lily a single nod. Without waiting for a reply, he strode purposefully to the door and tore down the meticulously entwined, useless flowers, disregarding Lily's pained wince, and began haphazardly pinning the new ones around the door.
"Merlin, Albus, you're tearing them," huffed Rose. Pushing him aside, she relieved him of the task and began smoothing out the flowers herself.
"Sorry, but time is of the essence, Rose," was Albus' short reply.
"All done," muttered Rose, treading backwards until her back hit Scorpius' chest.
"Ready?" asked Albus in a strong voice, making a fruitless attempt to sound confident.
"Is it possible to be ready to walk through a portal of time?" inquired Scorpius faintly.
"Stop being drama queens and do it already!" said Roxanne tersely.
"Fine, fine," mumbled Albus, draping the flowers around his neck before grabbing hold of Rose and Scorpius' hands.
"That's a good look for you, Al," snorted Scorpius.
"Shut it, Scorp."
"Is there a reason you're holding my boyfriend's hand, Albus?" laughed Rose.
"So we won't get separated as we pass through the flowers!" As he spoke, Rose took off a run, dragging a still hollering Albus and a tense Scorpius through the door.
"I'm sure they'll come soon, dear," assured Mrs. Weasley, but Victoire felt a tide of misery and hopeless wash over her. Fleur's wedding - and her wedding, for that matter - were due to start in less than 15 minutes. By the looks of it, only one wedding would be carried out today, while she sat desolately in her grandparents' sitting room, sobbing over her misplacement in time. The remaining vestiges of hope, however, rushed back in gripping waves when she heard a set of achingly familiar, glorious voices sound from outside.
"I'm not gay, Rose!"
"Says the boy with the flowers around his neck."
"Girls, stop fighting."
"Thanks, love."
"Hey! I'm not a girl, you biscuit head! ...Stop snogging my cousin, Scorpius!"
"... Biscuit head?"
"All's fair in love and war."
"But I'm your best mate. Don't you love me?"
"...Don't answer that, Scorp."
Everyone in the room, except Victoire, instantly froze and withdrew their wands at the raised tones. The bride, however, felt as if she could cry in relief - and she did just that. She almost fainted in joy when they bounded over to the sitting room door: Albus, his dark hair sticking up in the back, his glasses crooked and dress robes unkempt, an odd string of flowers around his neck; Rose, in all of her long-legged glory, her normally bushy red hair bouncy and neat; and Scorpius, white-blond hair shaggy and grey-blue eyes shining warmly.
"Vic! It worked! We made it!" shouted Albus, oblivious to the wands pointed at them as well as the entirely flabbergasted expressions on each and every person's face.
"Al, simmer down a minute; everyone's looking at us like we're Death Eaters," said Rose calmly, eyeing the faces of each person carefully. Her heartbeat quickened as she scanned the room, spotting Teddy's parents, a younger version of her parents, and her grandparents. She didn't recognize the additional redheaded boy, who was staring at Albus as if he had sprouted another head.
"Are you from Vic's time?" asked Remus Lupin briskly, his eyes focused on Scorpius. Tonks was poised at his side, eyes dark but soft, her stance a smidgen more relaxed than that of her husband's.
"Yes," answered Rose in a measured tone, disliking the way he was sizing up Scorpius, who she knew looked alarmingly like Draco Malfoy. "We're her cousins. Well, Scorpius is just a friend but Al and I are related to her."
"Malfoy? Malfoy is a friend?" asked Ron incredulously, lowering his wand in shock, his face slowly turning red. Albus slapped a hand to his forehead in exasperation.
"This isn't gonna go well," he muttered to Scorpius, who nodded fearfully. Rose's prevalent agitation for most of the day had stemmed from her father's earlier outburst at her confession of Scorpius being her boyfriend. Judging by Rose's glowing red ears, she was still as irate as before.
She glared mutinously at her seventeen-year-old dad, her eyes darkening with anger. "His name isn't Malfoy, it's Scorpius. He's mine and Albus' best mate and my boyfriend so keep any foul comments to yourself. I've heard enough out of you today, Dad!" Her eyes widened at her last comment, her hand fearfully clapping over her mouth.
"Nice going, blabbermouth," laughed Albus. Ron, on the other hand, had turned as white as a sheet.
"My daughter is dating a Malfoy?"
"I think you mean our daughter," muttered Hermione, her face turning pink as she realized what she said. She too had put her wand down, and was staring wearily at her future daughter.
Mrs. Weasley's facial expression was equated to someone finding out that Voldemort had just dropped dead on his own accord. "You're my grandchildren, too?" she asked hopefully, leaving Victoire sitting on the sofa. Mr. Weasley joined her by Rose, his eyes bright. Scorpius awkwardly hovered behind Rose, his hands on her waist.
"Yes, grandmum," said Rose proudly. "I'm Rose, and that dolt is Albus."
Remus' eyebrows raised and Ron snorted, momentarily recovered. "You named your son after Dumbledore?"
"Shut it, Ron."
"Oh, so you're my dad!" exclaimed Albus, striding over to his dad's Polyjuiced form. "Hello, I'm your future son, Al," he said, extending a hand. Harry nervously shook his hand, his stature stiff.
"Couldn't this prevent you guys from being born at all?" asked Scorpius from his position by the door.
Albus waved a hand. "The way my parents go at it -"
"Shut up, Al! That's completely disgusting!"
"Sorry, Rose."
"Hello! I'm the reason you three came here!" shouted Victoire, waving her arms in the air. She looked thoroughly abandoned on the sofa, wearing the pout she perfected as a toddler.
"Right you are, Vic!" agreed Albus exuberantly. "We really need to get you out of here." Huffing, Victoire allowed Albus to help her off of the settee.
"How did you get here, exactly?" asked Tonks lightly. Albus turned his gaze on the sprite, radiantly golden haired witch, but the words died in his throat as he realized who he was speaking to. His acting skills were nowhere near as honed as Victoire's, so the troubled expression on his face told Remus and Tonks all that they needed to know.
"Oh," said Tonks faintly, her eyes pained. "That facial expression doesn't look too happy."
"Al," hissed Victoire, slapping him on the arm.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, more to Tonks than to his cousin, shamefully concentrating on his hands.
"It's okay," nodded Tonks. Remus' face was stony and void of all emotion as he scrutinized Albus. A painful silence had overcome the room; it felt as if a horde of dementors had swooped in and sapped the lightness and frivolity from the place.
"Something happens to Remus and Tonks," stated Harry tonelessly. Ron gripped Harry's shoulder in an attempt to comfort his shaking friend, while Hermione made her way to the armchair Harry was occupying and hugged him wordlessly, a tear chasing a path down her cheek.
"We can't tell you what truly happens," said Victoire apologetically, her forehead creased and her eyes teary as she fixed Harry with her gaze. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Victoire, sweetie," said Mrs. Weasley sadly, who had seemingly floated from Rose to Victoire in no time at all.
The momentary silence was disrupted by a crash outside the door.
"Oh bugger all, there goes Molly's flowerpot again... at least I can pay for it myself this time. Victoire! Where are you! Oh, I'm going to kill Lily."
"Get him out of here! He can't see any of this!" whispered Victoire fiercely.
"Who exactly is 'he'?" asked Remus sharply.
"Your son," she answered dryly. At that moment, many things happened simultaneously: Remus blanched; Tonks' visage brightened considerably; Scorpius moved away from the door while Albus and Rose ambushed it; Hermione, Harry, and Ron exchanged strained looks; and Molly and Arthur appeared torn between despair and hopefulness. It was also at that moment that Teddy Lupin appeared at the doorway, pale, turquoise-haired, and dark-eyed, clapped eyes on his parents, and promptly fainted.
A/N: Thoughts? This chapter was heavy on the Rose/Scorpius, but the next chapter will be heavy on the Victoire/Teddy, so that should make up for it. I'd love to read what you guys thought, so please review!