" VICTORIE " family is forever.

[BEAU MASON WEASLEY]

It had been a long week for the entire Weasley [and extended Potter] family. First, Violet was attacked; by someone who obviously either hated the Weasleys or wanted to prove something. She was sent to St Mungo's and was still there. Beau's little sister was offically deaf, and needed extensive rehabiliation to learn how to speak again. Beau was in complete shock. Next came the weather. Flooding the basements and threatening to knock the towers down, Beau - as a Prefect as well as one of the oldest students around - spent most of the night sealing leaks and re-establishing supports.

Then came the Quidditch announcement: Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw. Now not only did he have to juggle homework and prefect duties, it now extended to visiting Violet at St Mungo's, and now Quidditch practise, and a game. Entering the common room late, Beau wasn't surprised to see that there was hardly anyone around. Collasping into the closest couch, closing his eyes against the warm flickering of flame the fireplace was giving off. His body ached, his head throbbed, his throat was tight. He had never felt this exhausted, and it was only November.

What would the stress bring when his NEWTs came? The fireplace hissed and spat, making Beau jump at the sudden sound. The Weasley opened his eyes and scowled, shaking his head. There must be something wrong with him if he felt like this, felt like he had nothing more to do than to sleep. He had homework, he had Quidditch practices to write out... Beau was swamped and for a few seconds he longed for his parents, where he could run to them and tell them everything.

Beau sunk lower onto the couch and closed his eyes, hoping that he could sleep for a few hours before classes started again. The common room door opened - or some door opened - and Beau inwardly groaned, praying that whoever it was would leave him alone.

[VICTOIRE APOLLINE WEASLEY]

Wow. Things were... wow. Toire had been in class that day. An owl had distrupted there lesson, though she had really noticed. Off in dream as usual, she wasn't shook from it until she saw the professor standing over her speaking to her. At first, the girl had thought he was telling her off for not paying attention, but the look on his face startled her. He was worried. Then, he told her. Violet is in St. Mungo's. There was an accident. Accident, such a stupid word to use in a situation like that. Toire had barely gathered up her things before she was out of the classroom. Her cousin. What the hell?! This wasn't supposed to happen. The time of her family getting hurt was supposed to be long gone. Obviously she'd been living in denial. Her family would always have to be strong in the face of everything that happened.

That day, when she'd been confronted with an unhearing Violet, she was unsure what to do. There was no cure? No magical way to help her? Toire wished she could say something to make the girl feel better before realizing that words wouldn't really work anymore. So, she decided to learn sign language. It had been almost a week since that day and Toire was slowly learning how to communicate without words. She didn't stay at the great hall very long that day. Everything was so loud and hectic.The blonde Weasley palyed with her food for a few minutes, beforepushing the plate away and making her way to the Gryffindor common room. God, she could kill the fat lady. That was, if the woman wasn't already dead. Usually, she took the fat lady's behavior good humor, but right now she really wished she could hurt her.

Entering the common room and glancing around, she spied a boy laying down. Not just any boy. Her elder cousin Beau. He looked so tired. No, he looked broken. He didn't look like he was up for anything today. Carefully, she sat on the arm of the couch, looking down at him. "If I send out an owl now, in minutes one can be at each of your classes and places you need to be. Muggles call it a sickie. I'm pretty sure you could use a day off right now and the professors would understand."

ATTIRE

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[BEAU MASON WEASLEY]

Have you ever gotten that feeling, when your eyes are closed and you can just feel someone else in the room? That was what Beau was feeling. The Gryffindor knew there was someone else in the room, but who it was, he had no clue. He shifted a little on the couch, refusing to open his eyes. The arm of the couch shifted and he knew that it had to be someone he was close with. The voice said it all. Victoire Weasley. They were roughly a year apart, making them close as family as well as friends. As she spoke, the very kindness that seemed to seep out of her very pores brightened Beau's mood, but only just a little. The corner of his mouth twitched and he cracked a single eye open, rolling it to glance at his cousin. "Vic, as amazing as that sounds right now, I doubt it would work. I have too much homework, as well as the Quidditch game, and prefect duty."

The eighteen year old opened both eyes and sat up, moving slightly to make room for Victoire. "Here, sit." He offered. Beau still had to reconcile with Lily Carmichael, the girl he took to the Halloween Ball; he had to make sure the other Gryffindor prefects weren't taking on too many or too little shifts, and of course, the actual Gryffindor team had to meet up for one more lecture or whatever it was. Beau was just tired. Maybe he would send a 'sickie' note to his professors, and take the day off. "How're you holding up, Victoire?" Beau was slightly frightened to mention Violet - he was bottling his frustration and sadness inside and he knew that if he released that cork now, no one would be able to bottle it back up.

He remembered seeing everyone in the room, the adults looking devastated and the kids looking confused and scared. Their expressions would always haunt him and he wasn't sure how exactly he was feeling about the whole thing. All Beau knew was that whoever hurt his sister was going to pay, one way or another.

[VICTOIRE APOLLINE WEASLEY]

She was able to coax something out of him that resembled a smile. That was good, right? It hurt her to see Beau like this. It scared her. This just wasn't the way she was used to seeing her cousin. The guy always seemed to be on top of things. She very rarely saw him even yawn. Victoire always figured he was somewhat invincible. Yet now he lay there broken. It was like he had given up. It was the second time that week that Victoire felt utterly helpless, utterly lost for words. There was nothing she could say to make this go away. She couldn't turn back time, she couldn't make miracles happen. She couldn't give Niolet back her hearing. All Victoire could do was listen to Beau and try and comfort him. She couldn't make his pain go away, but she could help him to overcome it.

That was just like Beau. Such a relief to see that her cousin wasn't gone entirely. In pain and completely drained, he was still thinking about his duties. "Screw prefect duties, Beau. If you want, I can do them for you today. However, that would put me in a position of power, so maybe that's not a good move. By the end of today I would be addicted to being in charge and, well, things would just get nasty." Maybe now wasn't the time for jokes? Truth be told she just wanted to see her cousin smile. "I could probably do your quidditch duties too, come to think of it." She grinned down at him. The guy had first hand experience of how terrible she was at quidditch. She loved the game, she just had a tendency to be clumsy and/ or get herself hurt.

She squished herself over and fell down onto the sofa. How was she holding up? Really, he was asking about her? The man could be too selfless sometimes. "I'm.. I'm coping. Things are odd, but I'm coping. I'm also here and willing to help you to cope as well. No matter how close we all are, this is harder on you than it is for me." She knew Beau didn't want to speak about this, but she also knew he had to. "If it had been Dominique or Louis... I get it. It all makes you feel helpless and confused. You feel partly responsible because you're the older sibling. But I'm telling you this now and don't you forget it. Nothing you can do would change what happened. Violet's strong, Beau. We need to realize that." The girl could get through this, but they needed to be there to help her. "I've started to learn to sign. I don't know what Vi has decided to do but I figured it would be good to learn."

ATTIRE

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