Victoire Weasley was confused. She hated being called confused because it made her feel like she was stupid or something, but there was no other word for it. She was most definitely confused.

It wasn't the type of confusion she got when she got back a piece of homework returned marked with a "T" when she just knew she had all the answers correct. Or like when all her favorite socks mysteriously disappeared. Or even when she walked into a room and had no clue why she had done so. No, this confusion was different.

It was the kind of confusion that came with looking in the mirror and wondering why absolutely everything about herself looked and felt absolutely wrong. Why a bra felt like the most restricting fabric she had ever worn.

Yet here she stood, in front of the mirror, frowning and feeling completely wrong. She decided that in order to get a better idea of what could be wrong she needed to see herself differently. So, she removed her light, flowing shirt and her kaki shorts until all that remained on her body was her black, lacy bra and matching panties. She pulled her hair out of her tight braids and let her hair fall to her waist. Then, she looked back into the mirror and started to cry. This was almost worse; seeing her feminine body with nothing to hide its curves. She put her hands onto her chest and started to push to make them feel smaller, a task that wasn't easy considering their size. After screaming in frustration, Victoire Weasley ripped her bra off her chest causing the clasp to snap and ran to her bed. She rolled around crying and stopped once she was completely wrapped up in her blankets.

After a while, she cautiously got up from her bed. Still wrapped in a pastel blue blanket she slowly made her way to the door. Then she called out, "Teddy? Teddy Lupin are you there? Teddy I need you." She accidentally let her gaze slip from the door to the mirror, caught sight of herself and collapsed on the floor in a mess. Once she came to herself again she grabbed a heeled shoe off the floor and hurled it at the mirror with perfect aim. The mirror shattered into a million pieces. She called out to Teddy again, but a quick knock on the door.

"Victoire? Is that you? Are you ok?", the kind voice asked.

"Teddy please come in. I need you," she crawled back to her bed and let herself fall back into crying as her best friend and quite often house mate, Teddy Lupin, wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to comfort her.

"What's wrong Victoire?", he asked after she had stopped crying.

"It's me. I'm all wrong. Every time I look in the mirror anymore I break down. I'm too scared to leave home because all these men stare at me and follow me around and make jibes about my bum or boobs and I hate it. All these men are after me constantly and I don't want any of them it's horrible. Teddy I hate it!" She shouted the last sentence with so much force and emotion that magic exploded out of her causing her blanket and Teddy to fly across the room, leaving Victoire to sit on her bed completely naked and feeling worthless. Teddy recovered quite quickly and suddenly had an idea.

"Victoire," he started slowly and cautiously. "You say you hate when men...act that way. Maybe it can't be helped...maybe its just you're veela blood."

"Teddy I dunno. Maybe? But Teddy," she started crying again. "Teddy I don't wanna be a girl anymore."

"Oh. Oh. OH." A warm feeling of relief that came with understanding washed over Teddy. "Do you want to be a boy, Victoire?", he tried.

"Maybe. Lets try," Victoire said, cheering up a bit at the pretense that things might be starting to look up.

"Ok," Teddy said mostly to himself as many ideas were floating around in his head. "To start with...where do you keep your sports bras?"

***

After many painstaking hours of effort on Teddy's part (including a lot of sneaking in and out of Mr Weasley's bedroom searching for clothes as well as swearing at makeup brushes and hair growing potions) Teddy declared his efforts as completed. Victoire now had on two sports bras to flatten her chest, an old Weasley jumper of her fathers, and some loose jeans held up with a big, bulky belt which were his as well. Victoire was exhilarated. She was wearing jeans that didn't ride up her bum and shirts that didn't show cleavage for the first time in her life. For once, she felt comfortable. Teddy had also done some work on her face. He waved his wand to repair her full length mirror and she took a look at her new self.

"You did a good job, Teddy," she said while thinking hard. "But my hair, can you cut it for me?"

"Of course," Teddy said immediately. He was used to cutting her hair now. He did it all the time because her hair grew extremely fast without hair- growth- slowing potions. "How short? Like a trim off the bottom or shoulder length?"

"No Teddy, I want it cut OFF. Like your hair." Teddy Lupin blanched. Sure her hair grew back fast but not that fast. He didn't want Victoire running back to him the next day in tears because she wanted her hair back, but he was more afraid of Victoire's mum. She was beautiful and kind, yes, but also could be bloodcurdlingly terrifying. Not someone to cross.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure, Lupin. How the hell am I supposed to be a boy if I've got the most feminine hair in the universe?" Teddy wasn't sure if that was true but he laughed anyways and got to work cutting her hair.

Once he was finally finished she stood up and looked at her short hair in the mirror. "I love it," she grinned. "Thanks Teddy!" She leaped at him and wrapped him up in a full body hug.

"Of course. That's what I'm here for babe."

Victoire's face screwed up in disgust as she grunted, "don't say that."

"Ok Viktor."

"Who's Victor?"

"You're a boy right? He/him and all that."

"Well...yeah..." he stuttered. "But I don't want the same name as that boy who tried to kill mum."

"He was under the imperious!", Teddy shouted. "Anyways, I'm gonna go for a bit. Be back tonight."

***

"Teddy. Teddy help I want my boobs back."

"Then take off you're bras you idiot." Teddy heard crying from the other side of the door. "I'm sorry. You're not an idiot. Just...somethings come up. You need to figure this out for yourself right now. I did some research, apparently there are so many more genders than just male and female. You also don't need to put a label on it. 'Genderqueer' or 'Gender non-confirming' also work. You can do this, ok. Just be yourself. Be who makes you happy. I believe in you."

On the other side of the door, Victoire sunk to the floor in tears. Then, after a lot of thinking rose up and said,"It doesn't matter who I am, as long as I'm me. And who or what I am, is one badass Weasley."

A/n

This idea came to me really randomly and I just decided to go with it. Not sure how I feel about that ending though....maybe I'll write a sequel. Idk yet though. 

Anyways, I got this really cool 3D Diagon Alley puzzle (highly suggest it) and I haven't been writing as much these past few days because I've just been so excited about it and I just finished and it looks so cool!!! 

See you all at the next update! Feel free to leave me a vote/comment/suggestion all of which would be much appreciated, but honestly if you've made it through this a/n I'm impressed lol. 

Until next time,

~Ashen