14 June 2028

Victoire sat up in her hospital bed, clenching her jaw and fighting hard not to yell as the contraction passed. She sat back, panting and rubbing her very large belly as Andromeda came hurrying into the room.

"All right, dear, you're doing very well," she said kindly, dabbing Victoire's brow with her handkerchief.

"Where's Teddy got to?" Victoire asked helplessly. "He must have heard by now."

"James said that he and Albus will be along very soon, they were at a training post," Andromeda reminded her. "Your family will be here, too. Your mother just sent a message that she and your father are on their way."

"Remus is with Lily?" Victoire asked.

"They're just outside," Andromeda promised. "I need to let Molly and Arthur know what's happening. Do you want to see him?"

Victoire thought for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Yes," she said, nodding. "Yes, can I?"

Andromeda smiled and walked to the door, waving to someone on the other side to come in as she left. Lily, beaming and carrying Remus, Victoire and Teddy's two-year-old son, walked in.

"Hi, sweetheart," Victoire said breathlessly, holding one arm out for them to come closer.

"Say hi, Mummy," Lily cooed in Remus's ear, bringing him close to the bed. "Hi, Mummy."

"Mumma," Remus said, squirming and holding out his arms for his mother.

"Not right now, baby," Victoire said, taking Remus's chubby little fist and kissing it. "Mummy's a little tired. Is he being good?" she asked Lily.

"Oh, he's always good," Lily said, kissing Remus's fat, pink cheek. She took Victoire's hand. "How are you?"

"I'll be fine when your brothers manage to get my husband back here," Victoire answered, adjusting herself with one hand on her belly and wincing.

"My mum and dad are on their way, too," Lily promised, squeezing her hand.

"Victoire, dear, your parents are here," said Andromeda, reappearing in the doorway with Bill and Fleur half a pace behind her.

"Oh, ma petite," cried her mother, hurrying forward and taking Victoire up in an embrace.

"Oof, Mum—Mum—Maman—s'il vous plait, Maman—" Over her mother's shoulder, Victoire saw her father repressing his laughter.

"All right, that's ten minutes apart," said Victoire, collapsing back. She looked at her mother. "Where is Teddy?"

"Oh, ma belle," Fleur cooed, stroking Victoire's hair. She looked up at Andromeda, who was watching out the window on the door for any sign of Teddy, James, or Albus.

"He'll be here," Andromeda said faintly, biting her lip. "Oh! Wait, there they—Merlin's beard!" she cried, flinging the door open and running out into the corridor.

"Where—what's happening?" Victoire asked her mother, panicked.

"I—I don't know, petite, one moment," Fleur said, getting up and hurrying to the door, where she clapped her hands over her mouth. "Teddy—"

And to Victoire's great relief, Teddy came barreling into the room. "Vic!" he cried, hurrying around the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Ted! Why are you covered in blood?" Victoire asked, slightly hysterical at the sight of Teddy's spattered clothing and red-tinged hands.

"I—oh," Teddy said, looking down. "No, it's not mine—"

"Not the right answer, Lupin," Victoire snarled, clutching her belly as Andromeda, Fleur, and Bill crammed through the door, looking terrified.

"It's Albus's," Teddy explained, trying to calm her down. "But—"

"I beg your pardon?" Victoire explained, tears springing to her eyes as Andromeda and Fleur both clapped their hands over their mouths.

"No, he's all right—Vic, please let me explain," Teddy insisted. "We were trying to leave the training post, and I triggered one of the stealth traps by accident. Albus caught it for me—"

"Where is he?" Victoire asked, starting to cry. "Is he—?"

"He's fine," Teddy promised, kissing her forehead. "I swear to you, he's fine, he's with Harry and Ginny getting patched up now. His leg got badly cut up and he's got a broken ankle, but that's the worst of it."

"Leave it to you to make an entrance," Victoire said, closing her eyes as she felt another contraction coming on. She grit her teeth, taking hold of Teddy's hand. "Don't leave this room," she said, though it was less like an order now than a plea.

"You've got it," Teddy promised, kissing her forehead again.

"He's perfect, Vic," Teddy said quietly, perched on the edge of the bed beside Victoire as she cradled their newborn son.

Victoire smiled sleepily. "John," she cooed, stroking the baby's cheek. "Sweet boy," she murmured, starting to doze.

Teddy chuckled and kissed her. There was a knock at the door, and he looked up to see Lily peering through the window. He waved at her to come in.

She smiled and hurried inside to stand at the end of the bed. "Albus is out of the treatment room," she whispered. "He's going to be fine, but he wants to see the baby."

"Can he—wait, he can come in here?" Teddy asked incredulously. Lily bit her lip, smiling slightly.

"You'll see," she promised, going back to the door. "All right, come in," she said to the people presumably waiting in the corridor.

"What's going on?" Victoire asked fuzzily, sitting up.

"Al's here to see us," Teddy told her, as through the door came Albus, who was being wheeled in on a stretcher by two Healers, grinning stupidly at Teddy and Victoire as he was pushed into place beside the bed.

"Morning, all," he said amiably, saluting Teddy, who chuckled.

"How are you, Al?" he asked.

Albus looked down at his splinted leg thoughtfully, then back up at Teddy, and gave him a thumbs-up. "Fantastic. How're you, Vic?" he asked, turning his attention to John and Victoire, who was smiling at him.

"I'm just fine," she said, nodding. "I owe you one for getting him back here to me in one piece."

"All in a day's work," Albus mumbled, grinning. He nodded to the baby. "What's his name?"

"John," said Teddy. He looked at Victoire, who nodded, smiling. "John Albus."

"Now what were you thinking, saddling him with a name like that?" Albus joked, his eyes sliding shut.

"Well, he's named after his godfather," Teddy explained.

Albus frowned, lifting his head slightly. "Come again?"

"We want you to be the godfather, Albus," Victoire said. "Will you?"

"I—well—yeah!" Albus said happily. "Yes, I—I would be happy to."

Teddy laughed, standing up and going to Victoire's bag, rummaging for something. "Do you want to hold him?"

"Yeah, I—I do," said Albus, grinning. He pushed himself up on his pillows.

"The camera's in the side pocket, sweetheart," Victoire said to Teddy, sitting up and preparing to hand John over to Albus.

Teddy found it quickly, clicking it once to be sure it was working. Then he looked up at Albus and Victoire. "All right, godfather Al, let's see you with your new godson." Victoire beamed and passed the baby to a positively glowing Albus, as Teddy snapped the picture.


I have something kind of special here: this chunk of stories is called "The Photograph Album." It's based on a bunch of "missing" moments from the stories (or after) and it comes from Morning Lilies' Photo Album Competition. Basically, this is a request-based story. I'll update it whenever you guys give me a suggestion for a moment that was or could have been photographed, i.e., a wedding, a Weasley party-you'll get the idea as we go through these next five little one-shots. All I ask is that your request comes in the form of a description of the photograph, like this: this is prompt for this story: "June 14, 2028 - Victoire handing her new baby off to his godfather, Albus."

Got it? Pretty easy, right?

I've gotten about five of these done, but I'll just leave this story incomplete so long as you keep giving me ideas. SOUND LIKE FUN? You're going to be a huge help, I've had some pretty bad writer's block, so no guarantees that the first five wil be that great. BEAR WITH ME! :)

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