#victiore weasley

[theazkabandreamer]

James: You do know that Teddy is snogging your sister, by the way?

Louis: Is he? It would be cool if Victoire marries him. I've always seen him as a sort of brother.

James: [rolling eyes] You're just like Lily.

[do-it-for-the-asthetic]

Tedoire

[have-the-wish-i-wish-tonight]

Guys… Harry Potter's Epilogue takes place in 2017. This September, Rose, Albus, James, Teddy, Victoire, and Scorpius are all boarding the train to Hogwarts. All is well.

[theazkabandreamer]

Every time I listen to Buckbeak’s Flight, I keep imagining Harry taking Teddy flying on a broom and the pair of them are high up in the clouds. Teddy is looking around in wonder and reaches a hand out to touch a cloud and lets out a cry of wonder as his hand passes through the cloud.

Harry tells Teddy to hold on tight and to Teddy’s surprise, Harry dives and Teddy lets out a cheer that everyone can hear from the ground. When Harry lands, little Victoire and Dominique rush over to Teddy telling him how cool he looked flying with Harry.

[girldxckcentral]

Happy Birthday Victiore Weasley!

(Dm me if you have a gif of her)

[hpotterthings]

Victoire Weasley - Next Gen era

You were on the Hogwarts express, going home for the holidays. The only other person in the compartment was you friend Victoire Weasley.

She looked at you worried. You had just had your heart broken for the first time. And your friend almost expected you to have a complete breakdown.

“Are you sure you are okay?” She asked again. 

“I’m fine Vick. Will you please stop asking, you’re only making me think of it more.” You sighed.

She nodded, but you heard her thoughts. /I will stop asking, but as soon as we get back to school after holidays I will make someone regret doing this to Y/N./

[katieellamccann]

On a lighter note, Happy Birthday Victiore Weasley! 

[jxhanssen-blog]

i. they told you that you could be anything. they lied. you could be anything that they wanted you to be. you could be good, kind, sweet, soft, beautiful. you could not be you. they named you after their victory and, in doing so, took away your choices. you were  a little girl with the whole world placed on your shoulders and you felt it's weight every single time you lifted your head. be nice, victoire, good victoire, good, nice, kind, good. be everything in the world all at once and don't you dare think to complain. so you never did, you loved them instead.

ii. they never knew where to place you, those other children at school. they saw your flaming red hair and veela looks and thought you must be mean, thought your smiles must be fake. you learnt quickly that there is no place for those who are beautiful without being cruel. so you found a corner of the ravenclaw common room and called it your home. seven years of sitting there and you wondered if that might be your permanent imprint on the world. someone else sits there now. they don't know it as victiore's chair. 

iii. you loved muggle science the way your grandfather loved the muggles themselves. you and he would spend hours sitting, pouring over their books. people stopped questioning why you ordered all those magazines after a little while. you dreamt of florence nightingale, marie curie, caroline herschel; women just like you who used their curiosity for good. your name would be with theirs one day, you just had to find your in. summer classes, teaching yourself what they wouldn't; you decided fast that no one could stop you. 

iv. you felt the weight of your surname every day. watched your siblings, your cousins, crumble under it too. none of you were born to be the saviours of the wizarding world for it had already been saved. you, with your father's hair and your mother's tendency to love to hard, are a weasley. you have never been anything else. but how do you be a weasley when you don't believe that child soldiers could ever be heroes. you father has scars. you think he painted their mirror on the backs of your hands when he promised you starlight at night. 

v. you love. god, you love so hard. you think it might be one of your biggest flaws. they don't always love you back but still you give them your beating heart on a silver platter. how many times will it take you to learn? how many broken hearts will you have to patch up before you know that people sometimes aren't good? you cannot love people back to wholeness. you cannot promise them stars that you cannot touch. but you are the girl whose eyes were always a little too big for her head and you have never known when to give up.