Some say she was named after her mother’s closest friend, some - to mark the day of her birth, which coincided with the anniversary of the Great Battle. Some say she a striking image of her mom, some - that she is growing to be a daddy’s girl. But there is something about her no one dares to mention out loud. When the old magic leaves scars, they never disappear. They sink under the skin, into the bloodstream, waiting patiently for their chance to show themselves. But when such magic is mixed together with Veela’s boiling blood, something unique happens. A curse becomes a gift.
… They didn’t know about it until her 4th birthday, when preparations for the holiday took them longer than they had expected. When Bill came to check on her, he almost died of terror, thinking a wolf has eaten his baby girl. On the second glance he saw that the wolf was wearing his child’s dress. Bill grabbed his wand, ready to strike, and the wolf looked at him and opened its jaw, as if it were howling, but no sound came out. Instead, the wolf’s paws turned into tiny hands, its fur disappeared, leaving the familiar white hair in its place. “Daddy! Where were you?” said Victoire impatiently, and stretched out her arms toward her father, who, as pale as death itself, was still aiming his wand at his 4 year old daughter. “I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here. FLEUR!” “Oh dear,” Fleur remarked, trying to comfort her husband. “I’ll teach her how to control it.” “And if if she can’t?” “Well then… Hopefully, people will never make her that angry again.”
…Some wondered why Victoire started going out with Teddy Lupin. Bill and Fleur didn’t.