A/N: Hi all, I'm back...as promised! Here's the first revised chapter of Two Halves, even if you've read all current chapters, I would suggest re-reading all the revised chapters to come as important stuff will have been changer. Anyways, I hope you like the improvments, much love to all of you who have stuck with this!

Love, Caiti.

"RIE!" Very slowly, I opened my eyes and peered out of the corners. Seeing only light, I rolled back over in my bed and decided that I must be hearing things. Because it could only be about seven thirty in the morning and no one in my family was daft enough to make an attempt at waking me up so early. Even James and Freddie knew that…though they learned that lesson the hard way a few years back.

"RIE!" There was no way I could be hearing things. The voice was right next to me now, loud and way too hyper for such an early hour. I peeked back out around my room and caught a flash of turquoise as they moved closer…Teddy. What an idiot.

"Go away," I mumbled groggily, pulling a yellow pillow over the back of my head. The mattress shifted as my best friend crawled over next to me in the bed and jabbed me in the stomach.

"Victoire, it's time to wake up now," he said happily, poking me again.

"Go away Ted or I'll shove you in the lake on a Hogsmeade weekend and let the sea monster eat you," I threatened. I threw my arm to the side, hoping to smack him in the nose…but my arm flopped back down before I could move it even an inch.

"Rie, we both know that the sea monster would throw me right back out. It would never, ever eat me…I'm far too charming."

"Go away," I tried again, hugging the pillow closer to my head. "I'm trying to sleep Ted!"

"Victoirrrrrrrrrrrrre," he whined. The bed shifted again as he sat up. "You have to get up. We've only got today and tomorrow and then we're back at school."

"We still have tomorrow, so let me sleep another hour."

"No!" He stood up and began to bounce up and down on my bed, sending my body flying in the air every time landed. "Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!" Who the hell did he think he was anyway, Lily? Maybe my eight year old cousin could come and jump on my bed, but definitely not my seventeen year old best friend. The whole room shook with each jump for Merlin's sake!

"Grow up!" I shouted, burying my face in the soft yellow cotton of my pillow as I was thrown in the air once more. "Ted seriously! You're going to snap my bed in two!"

"Then get up!"

The white door on the opposite wall slammed open. I peeked out from under the pillow to see Dad standing in the doorway. I could tell by his expression that he was not happy that two teenagers that were making such a, as my grandmum would put it, racket in the morning. Teddy stopped jumping.

"The bloody hell are you two doing up here, dueling?" He ran a hand through his short red hair; obviously Nana Molly had found her scissors again. "The whole house is shaking, your mum's heart nearly stopped!"

"Sorry Bill," Teddy apologized quickly.

"Daaaaaaad!" my voice was rather whiny now, but I knew that would only help when it came to Dad. I was sixteen years old, but that didn't stop him from making it known that I would always be his little girl, and he spoiled me endlessly. If you threw my mum into the equation I was spoiled rotten, not that I minded much. "Make him go away."

"Get off her Ted," Dad laughed. "You're far too old to be jumping on that bed young man."

"Isn't that kind of an oxymoron or something Bill?" Ted asked, trying not to laugh. "You said I was old and then young!"

"Teddy…"

"I get what you're saying though Bill!" Teddy said quickly. "But I swear I was just following orders, Fleur told me to wake Victoire up." I rolled my eyes; Teddy always found an excuse for everything.

"Whatever you say Ted," Dad grinned. "But no more jumping on the bed and Victoire it's almost ten so you really should be getting up." I lifted up my head, messy golden waves falling into my eyes as I did so; this action was enough to convince my father that I was getting out of bed. But once he pulled the door shut behind him, I flopped back down like a wet noodle.

"You heard Bill, Victoire," Teddy said, yanking a soft blue blanket out of my reach. "Time to get up."

I ignored him.

"Don't make me do it Rie," he threatened. I turned back on my side and curled up into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest. "All right, just remember that you could have prevented this." He started jumping again.

"ONE LITTLE TEDDY JUMPING ON THE BED..."

"He fell off and bumped his HEAD!" I finished, flipping over and karate kicking my best friend while he was airborne.

Ted sailed across the room, letting out a string of swear words that would put Nana Molly into shock, and later wash his mouth out with soap if she had heard him. His head slammed against the door, making a nice thud sound to my delight. I really couldn't help it, I busted out laughing.

"Shut up Victoire," he spat, rubbing the newly formed lump on his head. "It's not funny."

"Your hair just turned five different colors!" I laughed, clutching my sides as I rolled around.

"I said shut it!"

"Nope!"

"All right," he said evilly. "You asked for it!" Teddy whipped out an old water gun from behind his back. Before I could even wonder where he got the muggle toy, I was being blasted in the face with its ammunition.

"You're dead!" I screamed, lunging at him.

"Bye Rie!" he shouted, bolting out the door. "Don't forget! Fleur'll never let you out of this house without getting dressed first!"

One minute and fifty-three seconds later I was running down the rickety wooden stairs in an old, ripped up pair of denim shorts and my orange Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes t-shirt (James, Al, Roxie, Lucy and I were the only ones in the family who could wear the color.) My hair repeatedly smacked me in the face as I flew into the kitchen where my parents were currently eating breakfast.

"'Ere," Mum said, not bothering to look up. I snatched Grandad Arthur's newest water gun out of her hand and kissed her cheek quickly.

"Thanks Mum! See you later!" I yelled over my shoulder as I sprinted out the door, only to be hit in the face with water for the second time that morning. "AHH!"

Teddy was doubled over laughing; his hair a bright, sunny yellow to match his amused attitude. Yellow was been my favorite color, and it always made me smile. Ted knew this, and changed his hair that color often when I was upset, but watching him as he laughed at the fact that I was soaking wet, I just wanted to…

"GOTCHYA!" I whipped my own super soaker out and sprayed Teddy in the face before running past him into the sand dunes and across the beach. I heard him let out a shout, probably declaring war. A stream of water against my foot signaled that my friend was not far behind me. I made a quick turn, and sprinted back past him toward the dunes. Unluckily for me, Ted knew my home almost as well as I did… Unluckily for him, I still knew the area much better; which allowed me to corner him up on the edge of the cliff, with the muggle toy pointed right at his face.

"Truce?" he asked hopefully, lowering his water gun slightly.

"Are you completely mental?" I asked, shaking my head and trying to hold back a laugh. "I've got you bloody cornered and you want a truce?"

He grinned and then disappeared a second later with a loud pop.

I rolled me eyes as a chuckle came from behind me, I turned around quickly to find a smirking Teddy. "Show off," I muttered, sticking my tongue out at him.

He laughed and scooped me up off the ground, causing me to drop the water gun. I noticed the glint in his eye as he started to move us toward the edge of the cliff.

"Er, I've thought about it Ted and I realized that I would be happy to accept your truce!"

"You know Rie, I think I'm fine without the truce," he said with a grin.

"Teddy Remus Lupin, you better not toss me off the edge of this cliff," I warned, crossing my fingers behind his head that he wouldn't.

"Of course not Victoire," Teddy said sweetly, taking another step forward.

"Teddy…"

"Calm down Victoire," he said, seriously this time. "I promise that I won't throw you into the water."

"Swear?"

"Double swear," he promised. "However, I might do this!" He took off running and leaped into the air, with his arms still around me. I shrieked in surprise.

"Plug your nose!" He shouted, and then my feet hit water.

"Race you back to shore!" Ted called once I surfaced and then took off.

Maybe an hour or two later, I stretched out on one of the towels Ted had summoned from the house, letting the sun dry my clothes and hair. Besides flying, there was almost nothing I loved doing more than going for a swim and then laying out under the sun. Mum thought I was absolutely mental, but ever since Uncle George tossed me in the water when I was five I had been her petit poisson, her little fish.

There was just something about swimming, not like intense swimming that the muggles engaged in for competition, but just being in the water that was almost as magical as waving a wand. Nothing could touch me out there. I wasn't Victoire the Veela like at school. I wasn't "one of those Weasley kids", or Teddy Lupin's hot best friend. I was just, as as it sounds, me. Just Victoire, and Teddy would push me into the water if he could hear how barking mad I sounded.
But sometimes it was nice to forget about everything they labeled me as, and Teddy knew how that felt better than anyone.

Teddy. How could I possibly explain Ted in a way other people would understand? Like his mum he's a Metamorphagi. He can change his appearance completely in about thirty seconds flat, which always leads to a good laugh when I'm feeling down. It also comes in handy during Quidditch matches when he shifts his hair color repeatedly to throw off the opposing players off. McGonnagall won't even listen to the complaints of the other houses, she says it doesn't really matter but we all know it's because she rather likes winning the cup each year.

Andromeda said Ted's mum used to shift appearance at dinners in order to make the others at the table laugh, so I 'spose he's like her in that way too…always wanting to make the rest of us laugh. Really useful when we have to attend those boring Ministry dinners with the adults.

Uncle Harry says Ted's a lot like his dad too; excelling in Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, hanging out with troublemakers (I honestly have no idea why he always chooses to glance at me when he says this), plus Ted has always had a liking for rare meat…probably why he eats so bloody much whenever we have him 'round for dinner, which is almost always.

They're right when they say those things, Ted's dead smart, is always using his appearance to get a laugh and eats rare steak by the bucketload.

But he's more than all of those things too. Teddy was my best friend, we grew up together. He could be the most patient person in the world and also the quickest to anger. He's like that a lot; made up of so many different pieces that he has never seemed quite sure of who he was supposed to be. Part Lupin, part Tonks, part Potter…part Weasley even. He's never belonged to just one core family. His parents have been gone over seventeen years noem so he's always floated in between his grandmum and the Potter's…I liked to think he belongs to us Weasleys too. Part werewolf, but not all at the same time since his dad was one. Ted was always part something and never whole anything. I think it annoys him a bit to be honest. I've always been grateful for it though, it's what holds the two of us together…because I'm the same way. Part Weasley, part Delacour, half British, half French, part veela. Everyone pulling us in 10,000 different directions trying to see where we fit holds us together in a way that no one has ever been able to understand.

But it's okay, because not matter how incomplete we are, we've got each other.