(Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter)

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-Picture Me This-

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"Marry me." He repeated as if she had not heard the first time, as if on his knee below her, the words had not reached her ears.

Victoire Weasley searched Teddy's all too serious face, but then she saw it. That familiar, enrapturing smile was starting to break through despite the tense atmosphere. She felt her lips twitch up in response and let memories flood her mind. Memories of how she had come this far. It had all started with a picture, hadn't it?

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Since birth, Victoire had been told tale after tale of the heroic Order and it's valiant members crusading against the dark wizards. The story of the golden trio was one told often, and their adventures that spanned a long seven years, but the one Victoire looked forward to most every night had been that of the werewolf. Remus Lupin, a member of the order, a marauder, a friend, and a hero.

Victoire became fixated with Remus Lupin's story. Fixated on Remus Lupin. When she became old enough to understand the concept of death, she cried herself to sleep the night the story changed. She remembered her parent's distress; they thought that perhaps they should not have indulged their angel in such vivid bedtime stories. They didn't understand that she was crying for the werewolf, not her new understanding of life.

She remembered her mother handing her a photo of the Order members the next night in hopes of cheering her, but all Victoire could focus on was the gaunt, smiling man to right. She finally had a face to put to her hero and fell asleep with the photo cradled in her arms. At that tender young age, she fell in love with a dead man.

Victoire knew Remus Lupin had been married and had a child, but they were faceless to her. They weren't important but one of them became so. She vividly remembered the day she met Teddy Lupin, an energetic kid with funny colored hair. She wanted to hate Teddy and she wanted to hate his late mother, Nymphandora Tonks, for possessing a connection she couldn't have. But Teddy had his father's smile, and that's what drew her in.

They later went to Hogwarts together and Teddy fell in love. She remembered one of their late night conversations in their seventh year. Teddy had confessed his love in an outburst and Victoire had simply replied, 'I know.' He had kissed her and she had kissed him back, but he would never know that she wasn't thinking of him.

Was it wrong? She always asked her self this question. Was it really that horrible if they were both happy? Teddy had the girl he wanted and she was as close to the man in the photo as she could be. Perhaps it would be wrong to the rest of the world. A taboo to love a dead man and date his son. What would Teddy do if he-

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Brought back to the present by a tug on the hand, Victoire let her eyes focus on the kneeling man below her. "I love you." He whispered.

"I know." She let him slip the tarnished ring his mother had worn onto her finger and she smiled. "I love you too." Victoire did love Teddy, but his would never be the picture inside of her locket.

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(A/N- This was an idea that wouldn't leave my mind. Yes, it's odd and I'm completely unsure of what the response will be to it, but it had to be written. I desperately hope you enjoyed.

Forever Yours,

Pyro)