A/N: So this is the start to a pretty big project I've been working on in my head, the Life and Stories of the Next Generation. I thought to myself that there was obviously more to the Next Generation than just Harry, Ron, and Hermione's kids so I thought about making a whole collection of it, chronologically, about what happens to each of Molly and Arthur's grandchildren, plus some extra canon children and a few I created myself.

It won't go in order of children necessarily but rather of what occurs first and last throughout the children's lives. The chapters won't always be extremely long, so don't expect that, and I won't ever combine two children into one chapter.

This is the first chapter.

April 30, 2021

Teddy Lupin wrapped his jacket closer around him and opened up his navy blue umbrella, stepped out of the Leaky Caldron pub and into the icy ran on Diagon Alley. He really need that drink after that particularly trying day at work. Nothing says dead beat like a glass of firewhiskey at two in the afternoon.

He felt like a failure, and to be honest, that was the nicest thing to call him. He was a prat, an asshole. He lost the best woman in the world because he chose Quidditch over her, and then the very next day he bombed his audition for the Tornadoes and lost Quidditch too. So yeah, he was an asshole. Now he was stuck in a dead end job in the muggle world, living in a less than okay apartment and had virtually no friends except his family.

Dead Beat.

In his self-loathing feat, he didn't notice the woman he knocked into until the silvery locks hit him in the face and he fell onto the stone ground with a loud thud.

"Merlin's pants! Watch where you're going!" the woman yelled, then frantically began trying to save her mound of paper from a watery grave. In an instant, Teddy's head snapped up. He'd be able to pick that voice out anywhere.

"Vic?" he said, shocked.

Victorie Weasley's limbs froze and she seemed to be radiating anger all of a sudden. She gathered her things quickly. Teddy tried to help but at one point she smacked his hands. After she had all of her things, she stood back up and began stomping away angrily.

"Vic, please wait!" Teddy grabbed her wrist quickly and spun her around.

She stared up at him with a cool expression, filled with loathing and hate Teddy knew he fully deserved.

"What. Do. You. Want?" she spat.

"I want to apologize, Vic," he said softly, eyes pleading. "I was a jerk and I know I shouldn't have done what I did it was the biggest mistake of my life."

"Well maybe you should've thought about that before, Teddy," she said angrily. "Four years together and that's what you do with it? Take me to a nice dinner and when I think you're going to propose you ditch me for Quidditch?"

Teddy was left speechless. He never knew she had expected a proposal that night.

"Teddy do you have any idea how that felt to be completely blind-sided like that? I thought you loved me!"

"I did! I mean I still do, I didn't know how much before I-"

"Before you dumped me for a career path that tanked? How convenient," she said snidely.

"Vic, please…" he pleaded desperately, looking into her beautiful blue eyes, praying to find something inside them that forgave him even in the slightest, maybe a sign of the girl who used to look at him with love and not malice.

She looked at him with an exhausted face, a confused and torn face. Teddy pleaded with her with his eyes, hoping she would give in.

"Teddy…" she sighed heavily and looked away from him. He recognized the dismissal. He let go of her wrist and stepped back.

"That's okay," he said, smiling and trying to seem confident and not at all crushed and depressed. "Just think about, alright?"

Victorie nodded slightly then walked away slowly, glancing back at him a hundred yards away. Teddy smiled at her and waved. She smiled weakly one last time before disappearing behind a shop.