Credit goes to .::GeminiGraphics::.

Hi, I'm Jenn, only one of the people that will be writing this Fan Fiction. Joining me will me Khristina ( moonchic07 ), Sydnie ( iheartdan ), Amy ( Little Trooper ) The four houses have come together to write this FF, one from each house. Sorry, just thought that was sorta cool.

DISCLAIMER: I, or the other people writing this FF with me, do not own any of JKR's characters, we give full credit to her.

This will be a Teddy/Victoire romance, set in Teddy's 7th year with Victoire in her 6th year. Dominique (Victoire's little sister) is also going to be in the FF, as will Molly (Percy's daughter). Both of those characters will eventually have romance as well, the characters will be made up by Amy and Sydnie, so credit goes to them.

I will be writing from Teddy's POV and my posts will be in sea green.

Khristina will be writing from Victoire's POV and her posts will be in purple.

Sydnie will be writing from Molly's POV and her posts will be in blue.

Amy will be writing from Dominique's POV and her posts will be in red.

If you want a sample of any of our other FanFictions, here are the links to them.

Khristina;

Lizze...Davis

Sydnie;

That's Me, Ginny Weasley
Everything Happens For A Reason
The Worries of Little Lily Luna Potter
Some Hearts

Amy;

Beautiful Soul
Hard Times

Jenn;

Curiousity
After All We've Been Through
I'm Only Me When I'm With You
Till It's Over
Spinning In Slow Motion

So all done with this, here is the first post to Destiny's Decision;



There was a strand of hair lying on my pillow when I woke up this morning, something that would be considered normal, except for with me the color of hair tended to be turquoise. Since I was little I’ve been told stories by my grandmother about how my mom liked to do crazy things with her hair, that she never left it one color for long, most often it was bubblegum pink I was told.

There are many things about me that aren’t considered normal, but even I have to admit that I had it easier than my parents did. I really wish that I could remember them, but since I was so little, I have no memory of them at all. You see, my dad was a werewolf and mom was a metamorphous so I have some very large footsteps to fill. My godfather has often told me that my dad’s greatest fear was that his ‘furry little problem’ would be passed on to me, luckily it didn’t, other than I’m a lot like Bill in that aspect. I wish I could say I missed them, but I don’t remember them in order to miss them.

Whenever I’m home from school, four out of seven nights I’m at Harry’s for supper, they’re always asking me over, and Lily, James and Albus never seem to get tired of seeing me, they always have so much energy. Out of all of them though Albus has to be the shyest, but once you get to know him he never calms down.

This afternoon we are headed over to the Burrow for supper before we head off to school tomorrow. Mrs. Weasley has made this something of a tradition; I think having grandchildren really agrees with her. She told me once that even though I’m not her grandchild that’s always what she will see me as. Grandma is coming too; they’re celebrating my becoming Head Boy, though I’m not over to sure what is to exciting about it, it just means that I will have all these other responsibilities. Percy insures me that it is something to look forward to, but honestly, coming from Percy, how much of that can I believe?

The Burrow from the outside looks like it was all worn down, from just looking at it from a distance it gives you a feeling that no one actually lives there, that it’s vacant. But once you continue down the path that has been treaded down over the years there’s warmth that spreads over you, a feeling of belonging, of love, of family.

I pushed the front door open and was greeted with familiar faces. There was Harry, looking like he was surrounded by too many little kids, but smiling towards me all the same. Ginny, who was holding on to Lily’s hand while smiling at me and turning to Harry every few minutes looking at him with a loving gaze on her face. Then there was Ron who was acting like the child he still was, he was sitting in a chair playing with all the children and telling them stories. Hermione was standing behind Ron’s chair smiling at me, her hand resting on Ron’s shoulder. Then there was George and Angelina, George with his hand wrapped around her waist, they both smiled at me and then walked into the other room. Percy was there with his wife Audrey, he smiled at me, while she waved and then bent down to talk to Lucy. I could see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley through in the kitchen, she had a large smile on her face and turned to look at me and her smile grew even larger. Mr. Weasley was sitting at the kitchen table trying to make sense of something that Harry probably brought to amuse him. All at once, all the children rushed passed me, out through the door, their parents calling after them to make sure they were back inside by dinnertime. After I hung up my coat I made my way to the kitchen, by the time I got there the only one still in the kitchen was Victoire. I smiled at her shyly and made my way to the cupboards to get something to drink. Out of everyone, she is the only one that I am ever shy around, since I was in my 5th year I haven’t really been able to talk to her, whenever I get near her I just freeze up and can’t find anything to say. When we were little we were really close because she was always there, since she is not quite a year younger than me. However, as I got older something changed between us, whenever it is just the two of us in the room I can’t seem to talk to her. She’s noticed to, she thinks that it’s because I don’t like her, so she never stays in a room with me for very long anymore.

Supper that night was good like always, there are so many people now that there were four tables placed outside. Down the middle of all the tables were many dishes of food. The younger children had been spread out over all the tables as to not create so much mess and noise. In the distance, you could see the gnomes making their way back towards the garden after they had been thrown from their holes earlier that afternoon. Mrs. Weasley goes beyond what she needs to when it comes to cooking for everyone. Even if she didn’t go to all this work we would all appreciate her just as much as we already do.

Victoire was sitting across from me at the table; I could tell she was trying her best not to look directly at me. I strongly doubted that anyone noticed this but myself, everyone else was chatting away you could hardly hear anything. She kept her face buried for the rest of the night, or would talk to Fred who was sitting beside her.

After supper, everyone started to leave, and before I knew it, I’m at home making sure I had all my stuff ready for tomorrow. Saying goodnight to my grandma I went to bed, just to be sure that I’d get enough sleep and be up early enough in the morning so I didn’t have to rush.

In the morning, Grandma and I apparated to Kings Cross, but as this was my last year, I wanted to go through the barrier. I let Grandma go through first, then taking it at a slight run I leaned against the barrier and seconds later, I found myself looking up at the magnificent red Hogwarts Express.

Giving Grandma a hug, and promising her that I’d write, I gave her a hug and tugging my luggage behind me I made my way to the train. As I walked past Victoire talking to her friends she suddenly stopped talking and looked at me. Not knowing what to make of this I just smiled and kept on walking. I wanted to find a compartment before they all filled up.

My friends joined me a couple minutes later in the compartment that I had found; we played chess and exploding snap most of the way though we didn’t really talk much the entire journey. It was on my mind the entire train ride. Why had she suddenly stopped talking and looking at me? I went over it as many ways that I could think of in my head, but everything I came up with wasn’t good, I wished my feelings were hopeful, but I was completely stumped on what to make of it. As the train slowed, I forced it out of my mind. When I stepped out of the train, I could see the castle in the distance. Together my friends and I made our ways to the carriages that would, for the last time, take us on the traditional journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.