Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All rights are reserved for J.K Rowling. I'm not making any sort of money off of this, just for entertainment.
The Angel of Death has hovered over the Wizarding World for over a year now. So many friends and family members have died in such a short time. The Order of the Phoenix members are the most sought after of the Death Eaters now, and I'm the youngest member now, even younger than our Ginny, who is out now, fighting Death-Eaters-
A white feminine hand closed itself around Luna's pen. Luna paused, removing her head from the crook of her neck, looking at Fleur who was sitting across from her at the table. Fleur nodded over to the doorway from the kitchen silently. Luna sat up, silently jumping in her seat when Professor McGonagall strode into the kitchen.
The professor stood there, her simple tartan robes stained, and a ragged scroll of paper clutched tightly in her hands. "Molly? Macmillan came with the death toll."
Molly bustled out of the kitchen, wiping her apron on her dress. She cleared her throat, trying to keep it clear of all emotions. "Read it before my heart breaks again."
McGonagall unraveled the paper and quickly scanned the paper for Order members and loved ones. Her face turned white and crumpled. "Um, let's see. Megan Jones, Hestia Jones…" McGonagall paused, seeming to ready herself for what was coming, "Arthur, Bill and Ginvera Weasley."
's and Fleur's face became the color of parchment.
"My Bill? My Bill waz found among thee dead?" Fleur's hands instinctively when to the four-month-old baby within her womb. "No, non! No, no, no! I zwill no believe it! My Bill ez not dead, he is not! He'z too strong!" Fleur was on her feet now, her blonde hair seemed to stand up on end, her eyes wide and unseeing. Luna thought she looked like the demonic side of a Veela.
Mrs. Weasley clinched her teeth, holding in the tears gathering. "I have lost nearly all of my family and I refuse to stay here acting like a damsel in distress. The next attack-" she pulled her finger along her neck, "and there shall be more dead Death Eaters than anyone can count." Molly's eyes lowered, "If I die, then I shall be around people I love, not in this living hell. I can't cry any more. I've lost nearly all my children and now my husband is at peace with them." Molly, her stiff speech finished, marched back into the kitchen to resume her chores.
McGonagall looked painfully at Luna as a sobbing Fleur and angered left the dining room.
"Is my father on the paper?" Luna murmured curiously, retrieving her pen and turning to her writing.
"No…I think I'm going to my chambers. If anyone needs me, I'll be napping."
Luna waited till the ruffling of the professor's skirts faded away as she walked down the hall. Luna paused in her scribbling of a retarded looking cat until the slam of the door was heard and McGonagall was in her room. Then she returned to her writing.
-McGonagall just returned with the list of dead people. Ginny, her father, and her oldest brother were among the dead. That leaves only four Weasleys left alive. Molly (), Percy (currently hiding in the forests of Albania), George (with his girlfriend, Angelina Johnson, and Percy), and Charlie, who is currently fighting Death Eaters in Italy. There has been too much death, I'm so sick of it. I saw Lavender Brown be tortured to death with the Cruciatus Curse. You should've seen her face, hers was twisted and full of pain. I remember how badly Lavender was foaming at the mouth, a pink froth of saliva and blood. Then she were killed, Lucius Malfoy cut her hands off and threw them into the crowd. The Death Eaters leapt for them like dogs, fighting over the trophies. It was so disgusting.
No one was showed any mercy. All most all of my friends were killed; only me and Katie Bell actually made it back to 12 Grimmauld Place. The only reason I made it back is because I was hit with a Full Body Bind Hex, and most people just jumped over my body, not caring to check if I was alive or not. Katie de-hexed me and we both were present at the death of Harry Potter. He was hit with Avada Kedavra by Voldemort and fell. We hoped he would survive it, like as a baby he did, but he never got back up. It was like thinking you see a Nargle, but then it is just a branch as you get close, but seventy times worse. And then I saw Narcissa Malfoy, her eyes wide, she lept on the body and proclaimed, "He is dead!" That's when Katie, the professor, and I apparated back here. When we got home, Katie immediately fell on a chair and cried. McGonagall wondered around the house for days, not eating, not sleeping. I wasn't much better off.
Luna paused, rereading what she had written. Sighing, she balled up the parchment into a wrinkled sphere. She pushed back on the chair and stood up, walking through the halls to where she entered the archway to one of the many sitting rooms. The fire in the large obsidian fireplace crackled merrily, ignoring what was going on around it.
"Luna?"
Luna inhaled sharply and whipped around, pointing her wand to the speaker.
Fleur blinked, still slightly pop-eyed from the horrifying news of her husband's death, but did not flinch at Luna's sudden movement. She was lounging on the couch nearest to the fire, her hand permanently fixed on the baby bump. "Why aren't you ze little girl zhat goes around looking for zhose magical creatures?" Luna lowered her wand and stared at Fleur with confused sliver-gray eyes. "zI mean," Fleur hugged her baby tighter. "Why haven't you stayed ze pretty girl who always tells me fantastical zories about zings called Ruffled-zorned Snorcklacks and zhose Jumping Nizins?"
"I don't know." Luna tossed the confessions-filled paper into the fire and sat down at the feet of the widowed Weaseley. She watched the paper turn brown with heat, then black, the flames licking and devouring the parchment, until the paper was nothing more than ash.
"Your skin is so drawn, and your hair…" Fleur sat up, and reached for Luna's wild mane of bleached blond hair, gently pulling out tangles. "Ze can use some of my pearl wa'tr; it freshes up zur face and keeps your skeen smooth. It prevents acne too." Fleur smiled sadly. "Z'm so sorry. I wish that somezing good could hap'peen. We have lost zo many members. Ze war will no go on forever, ya?"
Luna grinned for the first time in what seemed like weeks and looked steadily in Fleur's soft heavily-lashed blue eyes. "It won't, will it?" She squeezed Fleur's hand tightly. "I'm sorry about the death of your husband and in-laws. Ginny and I were also really close."
"Ya, ya, I know." Fleur sighed broken-heartedly, turning her head away, her cheeks glistening with drying tears from the fire-light. "Bill wouldn't want me to morn over his death. He told me before he left that if he didn't come back that he didn't want me to cry, cuz it would be verry bad for ze baby." Fleur looked down at the baby bump and rubbed a hand over it. "Zit is ze last thing I have from my Bill, zo I will live for it, fighting until I'm pounded into ze ground."
Luna held in a sigh. She felt a flash of envy in her stomach for Fleur's focus and determination.
"Zwel, I better go get dinner before Molly eats all of the sandwiches. Zee bebe wants something to eat." Fleur stood up, one hand on the baby bump, the other wiping her nose, and left the room.
Luna paused, wanting Fleur to come back so they could chat more. She had forgotten how nice it was to converse with a living, breathing being, not just a pad of paper and pencil.
"It is good to talk." – Bob Hoskins