She didn't want to go to Hogwarts. She never cared about that stupid tournament.
"But it's a great honour." everybody said. Her mother insisted. She wanted to make them proud. She went to England. It wasn't like the Goblet will chose her. She saw the whole situation as a nice getaway, a new place to discover. But that stupid Goblet chose her and her life has been changed.
One year in a dangerous competition, risking her life and almost losing her sister, and all her parents had said: "You could've done better."
She wanted everything to be over. Fini. She wanted to escape more than everything, running to a place where the voice her mother couldn't be heard.
She remembered the twins with red hair and mischievous sparkly blue eyes and their pranks. She was jealous. She wanted to be free and young and reckless just like them.
That morning, when she saw in the journal that Gringotts, the most known bank was looking for a part-time French translator in the International Relationships department, she didn't think twice. She understood and wrote English better than she spoke it.
She packed her suitcase.
Maman et papa were invited at a party in Paris.
Was she selfish? Yes. But after almost 18 years of pleasing others, she wanted to do something for herself.
She earned some money from the modelling jobs she did for different magazines, because every single one of them wanted an interview or an editorial with one of the four champions of the Triwizard Tournament.
She booked a room at the Leaky Cauldron, for two weeks.
"I'll find a small flat."
She was standing in the enormous room, looking hopeless at the counters, when a man approached her. She wasn't technically a client nor a magical creature, although she was a quarter Veela.
She had fought a dragon, finding the right desk or the right gobblin should be a piece of cake.
"Excuse me, may I help you?" she jumped. The man in front of her was handsome. He was tall, with sparkly blue eyes and his auburn hair was tied in a messy ponytail. She could spot a fang-silver-earring in his right earlobe.
"Oui, je suis…" she said, but once she realized she was speaking in French she stopped. Her cheeks became a bright shade of pink. "I'm in England, I must speak English." she kept repeating to her self.
"You must be our new French translator, mademoiselle Delacour. Am I right?"
She nodded.
"Welcome to Gringotts, I'm William Weasley, please follow me!" He smiled kindly.
In that moment, Fleur Delacour stopped thinking about dark wizards, Cedric Diggory's death and awful parents with high expectations.
She was impatient to start the new part of her journey.
A/N: Starting another fanfic because nothing can stop me.