I know some people don't like the epilogue in DH that much, but I like it because it left a whole lot of room for fan fictions! This is the first in a series of fan fictions I'm planning, called Harry Potter: Generation 2. Whether I'm going to get them all done or not, I'm not sure, but I'll try. I'm going to start with Victoire Weasley, because she seems like a very interesting character. It starts when she's about to go to Hogwarts, to when she meets Teddy Lupin, and it should go up through all her time at Hogwarts. Obviously, I'm going to condense it a lot, but it'll still be good. This first part is an introduction. a bit of a taste-test (sorry it's so short). I might get chapter one tonight, but I might not. But read and reply (no flames, although constructive criticism is appreciated). I hope you enjoy it!
Harry Potter: Generation 2
My name is Victoire Nicolette Weasley, and I am named for The Great Victory, which took place two years exactly before the day I was born. The Great Victory was the day Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort, the most evil wizard ever to exist. And yes, I said wizard. They exist, as do witches (and I happen to be one).
We're all over the place, but Muggles like you (people who can't do magic) just don't realize it. There could be a witch or wizard living right next door to you and you probably don't even know it. Oh, but you shouldn't worry. Most of us would ever hurt a Muggle. You're people just like us! Besides, there are laws against it.
But I'm getting off-subject. Voldemort was the most evil wizard in history, and he was defeated by Harry Potter and the rest of the Wizarding world on June 28th, two years before I was born. That day is known as the Great Victory, and we celebrate it every year.
My parents are William "Bill" Weasley and Fleur Weasley. I also have a younger sister named Emilie Desiree (she's eight) and a two-year-old brother named Trevor Rousseau. My mother is French, so that is why I have a French name. But I've lived all my life in Southern England. She's also part veela, a race of magical creatures that resemble beautiful women. So it's pretty much predestined that we're both drop-dead gorgeous. I'm not trying to be boastful; it's just true.
I have bright blue eyes, and I'm sleek and tall. I have silvery-blonde hair like my mother's, but because my father is red-haired, I have a tint of red in my hair that becomes stronger whenever I'm feeling particularly emotional. That's magic for you.
I had just turned eleven years old when I received my letter to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was England's major school, and has produced some of the greatest wizards of all time. I was incredibly excited. My mother had hoped I would go to Beauxbatons, the girls-only school in France, but every Weasley has gone to Hogwarts, and I wanted to be among them.
And when I say every Weasley, I mean every Weasley. My grandparents, Arthur and Molly Weasley, had seven children. They all went to Hogwarts, and they were all in Gryffindor, one of the houses. I almost feel obligated to do the same, but another part of me wants to be in Ravenclaw or something like that.
So when I got my letter, I was thrilled! My mother promised to take me into Diagon Alley tomorrow morning so I can get my wand and my books. I'm so excited!