Victoire Gabrielle Weasley

Being born on the anniversary of Voldemort's downfall, Victoire had always grown up with a sense of pride and confidence in her heritage. She inherited her mother's veela traits, and was a beauty many men sought to obtain. The only man she ever had eyes for, and whose advances she welcomed, were those of Teddy Lupin.

Though sorted into a different house than the her cousins, Victoire had a fulfilling life at Hogwarts. She got along with everyone...whether they be Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, or even Slytherin. She was loved by everyone. Her mother and father gave her everything she could ever need, and she led a life wanting for nothing. This pampered lifestyle was about to be turned upside down.

Victiore's parents had been invited, along with their whole family, to attend a Holiday celebration hosted by Harry Potter. It was to be held at Grimmauld Place in London, where the Order of the Phoenix had once plotted in secret against the Dark Lord. Victoire had been chatting with James and Lily, her eyes drifting often to the door as she waited for Teddy to arrive. Her mother had just come up to bring her a glass of champagne when a flash of green light filled the room, and screams resounded throughout the room as the body of Hermione Granger thudded heavily to the floor. Victiore withdrew her wand, looking desperately for their attacker. Her father, Bill, skidded to a halt in front of her suddenly, ushering Victoire, James, and Lily to hurry outside. Victoire looked over her father's shoulder to see Ginny running towards them, when she suddenly fell to the floor in a flash of green light...and none other than Harry Potter stood directly behind her. As Harry's wand raised once again in the air, Bill made a slashing movement with his wand...but it was not pointed at Harry. Bill's spell struck Victoire, knocking her violently to the ground. He had time to shout for James and Lily to run before he, too, was struck down by the 'Chosen One.'

Hours later, Victoire regained consciousness and pushed the heavy weight of the man pinning her down to the floor off of her. She stared with horror at the bodies sprawled around her. The man who had been on top of her had been gripping her shoulder so hard that it had begun to bruise. Victiore stared blankly down at his viciously scarred face, tears beginning to cloud her eyes. Who was he? Did he save her? Wait, who was she?

Her brain severely addled by her father's hasty spell, Victiore dashed from the premises in terror. Pure instinct caused her not to abandon her wand. She is now wandering the streets of London, completely at a loss as to who she is or how she got where she is.

((He has been warned that if he destroys the image of my favorite actress, he shall suffer the punishment of death.))