Victoire Weasley

Notice: Most characters that appear in this story will have been created by J.K Rowling, this is just a fanfic.

Now, when Voldemort died, people assumed it was the end of him, and it may have been, but he did have a plan B.  He wasn't the only one who had created a Horocrux.  This is about Victoire Weasley and Teddy Tonks as they attend their fifth and seventh year at Hogwarts.  I hope you enjoy, and please comment, vote, and fan!  It really inspires me to continue writing a story.

Prologue:

     The cold winds of a late March evening howled around a long-forgotten shack, isolated from all forms of life aside from the haunting evergreens that stretched on for miles.  The rotting, aged wood of the little shack squeaked as it swayed in the wind, threatening to collapse if the wind got any more violent.  A great evil stirred impatiently from somewhere within.  A weak fragment of a soul, so weak, so pained, yet it served a method so powerful that it ignored the laws of logic and nature itself to create a form of immortality.  The piece of soul had waited nearly sixteen years for an innocent camper to walk by, and last year, it had.

     The evil had without a doubt, attacked the frightened camper, and managed to attach herself to his body.  It was enough for her to release and summon the willing leftovers of what was once known as the Death Eaters, and had them all swear an oath to her.  The body had gotten weak, and the soul had hurried back to her resting place, the shack, to wait for her servants while the body decayed but not before her servants promised to bring her back the fresh body of an eleven-year old girl.  There she waited for months while the camper's body turned into a pile of bones.  She had a plan though for what she was to do, and she knew the plan was full-proof.

     A muffled sound of voices neared the shack.  The heavy footsteps of two men neared, followed willingly by the quiet footsteps of a young girl.  The first man opened the door and stuck his blonde head inside, "Hello?" He asked un-surely, realizing soon that it sounded dumb.

     "Just get inside you dimwit, do you actually think she can answer you?" snapped an irritated voice at the blonde-haired man, the voice clearly belonging to Yaxley, a more devoted Death Eater.  He had to be rescued from Azkaban along with many others.  The two entered, followed by a small girl in her tweens.  Her hair almost reached her shoulders and was coloured a light brown.  She stood with a small smile, clearly under the Imperius curse.

     "This is Denise Jourdain, eleven-years old, french, and a pure-blood.  Comes from a good family, she does.  Only child too.  She would have attended Beauxbatons."  Yaxley said confidently, speaking into the shadows.

     Yaxley broke the curse and the little girl blinked herself back into consciousness.  Before she had the time to scream or run, the evil that had been hiding in the corner devoured her very soul, preventing her from doing anything to avoid it.  The girl silenced and stood up straight, turning towards the two men who had watched with awed faces.  A wicked smile played on her lips, instantly twisting the once-innocent face into something unnatural.

     "Lestrange?" Yaxley asked in a high-pitched voice.

     "Yes." She said, smiling even more.

      "This...um...this body, is it good enough?"  He asked.

      "It will be for now, it will probably last a year.  But that's not important here, the plan is."  She said, turning things onto the important things as the two nodded.  She continued, repeating the plan for what seemed the hundredth time, "I will find it and improve it in any ways possible after I sneak into Hogwarts in this body.  I'll pass as a student for long enough, I'm sure.  If I manage to improve it well enough to bring desired results, I'll summon you.  Understood?"  The two men nodded once again.  "There's one little problem, I'll need a wand."  She said, eyeing the two men.

     They looked at each other, neither wanting to volunteer.  "Rowle, give me yours."  Rowle hesitantly gave it to her.  She studied it.  "eleven inches, flexible...is this Willow wood?" She asked, glancing up at the grief-struck Death Eater.  He nodded quickly in reply and said "Dragon heart string too.  A fine wand, that is." He said nervously.

     "Well, it will do for now.  Don't worry, I'll find myself a new wand."  She reassured him.  A better one too. She thought.  It wasn't a bad wand, it just didn't reach her standards of a Death Eater wand.  "Well, I have unfinished business with unfinished people." She said and smiled to herself.  Her blood-traitor of a sister for one, and maybe even her grandson, Teddy Tonks...She was going to Hogwarts after all.  She looked back at the two Death Eaters and said, "You two should prepare yourself for the return of our Master."  And with that, she disapparated.