Teddy had splinched himself pretty badly and had to be taken to St. Mungo's. It must have been even more serious than I thought; because he had to stay there for the night and we weren't allowed to go and visit him.

The whole house felt empty and quiet without him, which was weird because I can't remember a time in my life when I was chatty with Teddy.

"Yelling and insulting him counts as spending a lot of time with him as well," Molly reminded me.

That made me feel even worse, because if I hadn't been so angry at him, he wouldn't have wanted to leave and he wouldn't have splinched himself. I was just angry my wand had been confiscated, but maybe it wasn't actually Teddy's fault. Well, he was at the root of it but mostly it was just Dom being a bitch.

It had been horrible when I had found him. There was just an arm and a leg and tons of blood everywhere. It was a good thing I hadn't seen Teddy then, because Merlin only knows what that would have looked like.

"Toire, don't feel so bad about it," Molly comforted me. "It wasn't your fault. I mean-technically it was, so cut out that bit."

"Thanks Molly, that makes me feel so much better," I muttered, squeezing the mug of tea in my hands tightly. Mum had made me the tea to help me 'cope with the shock'. I mean, it's a bit creepy if you think you've just stepped on a rock and you find out it's actually a body-less leg.

"Hey, I'm just being honest with you!," Molly defended. "It doesn't matter whether it's your fault or not, he'll be fine."

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.

"It's just a minor accident," Molly went on.

"No it's not, Aunt Hermione told us when Uncle Ron got splinched he could barely move for days," I said negatively.

Molly rolled her eyes. "They were in a fucking tent in a forest in the middle of nowhere. And Aunt Hermione isn't exactly a Healer."

"I know, but what if-"

"Victoire," Molly cut me off. "I understand if you're worried-sort of-but if you ask me 'what if he dies' I will slap you."

I shut my mouth; because that was exactly what I had been about to say and I knew Molly actually would slap me.

"Since when do you care so much about Teddy anyway?," Molly asked. "You hated him before, just because another Teddy has come from the future it doesn't mean you care about him, do you?"

"The day I care about Teddy will be the day Weasleys turn blonde," I said.

"Okay, so in short, you care about Teddy," Molly grinned.

"No I don't!," I snapped. "The point is that Weasleys are red headed and they always will be!" Why am I getting so pissed off? Calm down, Victoire.

Calm. Down. Okay?

Molly laughed. "Okay, I'll just assume Dom and Louis have been disowned," she said.

Oh right. Dom and Louis were definitely Weasleys. And definitely very blonde. Maybe Teddy splinching himself had made my brain go dumb; I couldn't even remember what my siblings looked like.

"Ok." I tried again. "The day I care about Teddy will be the day...I die."

"Well, aren't you creative." Molly rolled her eyes. I glared at her, taking a sip of my tea, which was going cold. "Okay, I get the point. You don't care about Teddy. Or at least, you don't want to," she added cheekily.

"What's that supposed to mean?," I demanded.

"Nothing," Molly said airily. I leaned back against the sofa, grumbling. My thoughts started going back to the present again. Seriously, what if Teddy did die? What if the Healers couldn't put back his arm and leg and he couldn't walk anymore? What if he hated me forever because it was all my fault?

Hey, where did that come from? I won't care if he hates me forever, I hate him anyway. It was just supposed to be that way.

No it's not, Teddy came from the future and he said that you would eventually fall in love with him. Remember?

Oh yeah. He probably lied. Maybe he just developed a random crush on me and told me that so I'd give in to falling in love with him.


Ok, maybe not. Maybe we were together and then we broke up.

How positive of you. Is there a problem with liking Teddy?

Yes: he's a jerk. I'll never like someone like that.

You aren't exactly the nicest person on the planet either. And he's not always a jerk. I mean, he's nice in the future.

Too nice. It's annoying.

If he can't be nice or annoying, what should he be?!

Nothing! I don't want to like him!

You will, though. You can't control who you like and who you don't. You probably already like him.

What?! No I don't!

You let him sleep in your bed and you've spent the entire afternoon worrying about if Teddy is going to die.

He forced me to let him in my bed! And of course I'll be worried if someone might die!

He didn't force you and he's not going to die. But whatever you say.

I sat up, appalled at the brain war I had just had. I didn't like Teddy. No, no, no. He's a stupid jerk and I will never like him.

"Toire?" Molly waved a hand in front of my face. I slapped it away. "Care to tell me what you were thinking so deeply about?"

"No," I replied. She raised her eyebrows. "Weird brain war."

"A brain war," she repeated.

"You know, when your brain is thinking conflicting stuff and you don't know which to believe," I said.

"Ohhh." Molly studied me closely. "So basically, you were having a brain war about Teddy because you kind of like him and you don't want to because you think he's a dick."

I gaped at her. "When did you become a Legilimens?" I was only half serious.

Molly rolled her eyes. "You're just too transparent," she stated. "Before, you hated Teddy because he kept being an ass and pranking you etcetra, but the future Teddy's really nice to you so now you're having an internal battle over whether you like Teddy or not." She grinned.

"Battle's already been fought," I said. "I don't like him."

"Why not?" Molly whined. "Now that I think of it, I'm sure you two would be a good couple."

I pulled a face. "I'm quite happy single at the moment," I said.

"Liar. You said at the beginning of the summer "'I'd quite want to get another boyfriend this summer'".

"Well I've changed my mind," I lied. Technically it was half true. I did want another boyfriend since my last one dumped me, but if that boyfriend had to be Teddy I'd rather stay single.

"Name all the bad things about him that prove why you shouldn't be with him," Molly said. I groaned but did as she said.

"He's stupid, he's annoying, he's a pain in my arse, he keeps on doing stupid stuff to his face and he's shit at cooking," I listed. "Oh, also his blue hair is is too bright: it hurts my eye."

"Good, now list the bad things about him that are actually true."

"They are true!," I protested.

"Teddy isn't stupid, he got 10 O.W.L.S and Gringotts doesn't just employ anyone," Molly said. "So that reason is invalid." She put down a finger of the six she was holding up.

"He's definitely annoying," I told her.

"I know," she agreed. "But only because you're annoying too. I thought he was quite nice in the future. So that's another reason invalid. Being a pain in your arse is the same as annoying so that's out too." She put down two fingers.

"He's not nice in the future, he forced me to let him sleep in my bed, remember?" I said.

"He didn't force you." Molly rolled her eyes.

"He did! He manoeuvred the whole thing! He knew I would let him!," I argued.

"Since when do you use fancy words like 'manoeuvre'?" She asked, looking amused. I stuck my tongue out in response. "Okay, he knew you would let him but that doesn't mean he forced you. You let Teddy into your bed of your own accord."

"You should be a Ravenclaw," I grumbled. Molly laughed.


"Teddy's coming home today from St. Mungo's," Dom smirked at me. I rolled my eyes, knowing what she was implying. For some reason-probably because she was just a dumb bitch- Dom thought that because Teddy had slept in my bed, we were in a relationship or something.

Another reason why I shouldn't date Teddy, if Dom was going to act like that, I'd rather just stay single.

As soon as Teddy was through the front door, Mum insisted that he go up to my room and get some rest. For once I agreed with her: his face was pale and strained and he didn't look like he could walk properly without limping.

"Victoire, don't go in and disturb Teddy," Mum said. I wasn't happy about it but I did as she said. After watching half an hour of Wales play Quidditch against Japan, Dad kicked me out of the living room and told me to get some homework done.

I wasn't in the mood for homework: the holidays had only begun two weeks ago, so I thought about which homework would be the least tiring. Yes, I know I'm lazy, I've been told.

Muggle Studies, definitely. That was just reading. I realised with a sinking heart that I had only read two of the ten books that had been set. I couldn't not read them either as we were going to be tested on the book plots.

Best get started then, my brain said. I quietly tiptoed up the stairs to my room to get my books so Mum wouldn't hear me. Opening the door, I saw Teddy lying on my bed, looking extremely bored.

"Hi," he said, when I came in.

"Oh-hi..?" I rummaged in my drawer in silence. I wasn't exactly sure what I thought of Teddy, so it would probably be best to not say anything to him.

Where were my fucking books?!

I'm pretty sure I left them in my drawer. They weren't on my shelf either.

"Are you going to say anything?," Teddy asked, breaking the increasingly awkward silence.

"Yes, I just did," I said, still looking for my books. Automatically, my hand reached into my pocket for my wand, but Mum still had it so I couldn't perform a Summoning Charm.

"Hey Teddy, where's your wand?," I asked. He pointed towards his bed where his wand was carelessly thrown on the blanket. I bent down to pick it up.

"Accio books!"

"OW!" The books turned out to be under my pillow, and they had hit Teddy on the head as they zoomed out.

"Sorry! Are you okay?" Instinctively, I rushed over to Teddy, who was rubbing his head from where the books had hit him.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay, good," I said. "Wait a minute, you were lying on top of the books the whole time and you didn't tell me!"

"Well you never told me you were looking for the books so I didn't know," Teddy said.

"Oh...yeah." He was right, I guess. Suddenly feeling embarrassed, I started walking towards the door.

"Can you not go?" I turned around, surprised. Teddy wanted me to stay with him?

"Why shouldn't I?," I asked, not wanting to spend more time in Teddy's company than necessary.

"I'm bored out of my mind here," Teddy groaned. "There's nothing to do."

"You can read," I suggested. I tossed him one of my books, which he caught expertly. Seeing him open the book, I started walking out of the door.

"Why can't you stay?," Teddy asked, almost pleadingly. "This room's too big, it feels empty."

I glared at him. "You're just trying to get me to stay so I'll warm up to you and the future you want to happen will happen," I said.

"Pretty much, yeah," Teddy admitted. "But stay anyway, the future's already happened."

I stared at him. No, I'm not weird. I was trying to do that thing where you stare at someone until they get uncomfortable and agree to do what you want them to do. Teddy, unfortunately, has had way more practise staring and I was the one who ended up feeling awkward.

"Ugh, fine," I grumbled with no idea why I should be agreeing to this. I went and plopped down on my bed that Teddy was lying in and started to read while trying to ignore the fact that Teddy was very close to me.

Shut up, why do you even care if he's close to you?!

Piss off, brain.

Silence fell in the room again, but this time it was a comfortable silence, with the occasional sound of turning pages. I became so absorbed in the book I didn't even realise when Mum called me down for dinner.

"Victoire, I told you not to come in here!" Mum suddenly burst into the room.

"I-I..." I glared at Teddy. It was he who had told me to stay.

"Oh, I let her stay, Aunt Fleur," Teddy said pleasantly. Quickly, I got up and went downstairs for dinner.

"Victoire, can you take Teddy's dinner up to him?," Mum said, coming downstairs. "He shouldn't be moving yet." I took the tray of food, wondering why I didn't care about having to do extra trips up the stairs.

After going up to my room, I nudged the door open with my foot before going in.

"Mum told me to bring you this," I said, setting down the-very heavy-tray on the bed.

"Thanks," Teddy said. I looked at him anxiously. His face still looked white and drawn and he just...well he just looked shit. He hadn't even bothered to have his bright blue hair. He looked strange without an eye blinding hair colour. His hair was just a dull brown.

"You haven't changed your hair," I commented stupidly. Teddy looked at me, then screwed his face up and his hair turned blue.

"Now I have," he said. I grinned.

"VICTOIRE WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET DOWN HERE YOUR FOOD IS GOING COLD!!" Startled, I quickly left the room, but not before registering a disappointed look on Teddy's face.

Why? Was he expecting me to do something? Or say something?

Feeling weirdly guilty anyway, I quickly nipped back into the room. I thought I should say something to Teddy but I had no idea what.


"Um...what?" He looked confused to see me back in the room.

"I...I'm um..." What was I supposed to say?!

"I'm sorry," I blurted out. I felt my cheeks going red; this was one of those times when you're doing something you'd never thought you would do. Apologising to Teddy?? I think I've lost my mind.

"For what?" Teddy seemed to be finding my discomfort amusing. Yes, thanks, Teddy maybe I'll cut the apology short.

"I'm just sorry for..." I fumbled around awkwardly for something to say. "I'm sorry for everything."

Then I ran out of the room as fast as I could before he had a chance to reply.

A/N: I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, to be honest. Originally I had planned something else but this just sprouted out randomly. Anyway, I hope you liked it! Please review :3

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