This was an idea that came to me while I was about to take a shower. Enjoy . This is kinda A LOT different then you would probably expect, but I urge you to read it. You wil LOVE it!!

Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, while the plot is mine mine mine!!

Fleur had the palest blonde hair any person could imagine. It was so long, she could sit on it. Her skin was flawless and perfect and while her faultlessly arched nose made her seem like a fairy, the high cheek bones and round face made her look majestic with her dark, enchanting, clearer-than-clear emerald eyes. When Voldemort looked at her, even the great Master of Darkness was bewitched. She whipped out her wand with a single movement and hissed out Avada Kedavra without a single extra thought about it. A look of shock and surprise flitted across his snakelike features, and he crumpled to the ground. The great sorcerer Voldemort lay dead at the feet of the world's most beautiful possession. Professor McGonagall and Professor Slughorn were staring at her with bewitched expressions. She hissed at his dead body and at everybody in the room, like a snake ready to kill her prey. Everybody was staring at the priceless wonder who was Fleur, wondering how she could eradicate the most evil and most powerful sorcerer, with a mere look at him. If looks could kill, we had a winner. Staring at everybody in turn, she turned around and Dissaparated out of the room. From then on, nobody had ever laid eyes on the greatest legend our world had ever seen. That legend's name was Fleur Delacour, the only person, not even Harry Potter, who managed to slay the Dark Lord.