[Okay this is my first story - It's set just after Dumbledore died and is written mainly from the perspective of Bill/Fleur [with a few sections about how the other family members felt ] and is about how well Fleur helped to fix Bill after his deadly attack

Hope you enjoy!]

Blood littered the floor as Fleur ran on towards the Hospital Wing, no it could not be, not him, not Bill. Continuing on along the winding corridors following behind Mr. and Mrs. Weasley Fleur refused to let herself cry, though it was too late for this she had them streaming down her face. If Bill were with her now she knew what he would say 'Your face is too beautiful to be sad' Though she could not help but worry about him they would not have called her here if there was not something wrong with Bill. Finally she reached the doors quickly looking around the room was rather full of people only some of which she recognised, moving through the room she spotted him and her heart came to her throat she felt sick. He was barely recognisable with the deep gashes across his face, his chest and arms, basically all over him No not her Bill, her lovely Bill.

Everyone moved away and it took an enormous amount of effort for her to pull herself next to him, so she could support him and be there for him she loved him so much, he must be in so much pain. Both of his parents were upset as well which was understandable they were his parents, more tears flew from her eyes down her cheeks. It seemed for a few minutes Fleur was not aware of what everyone else was doing or saying, but she suddenly realised her position and listened as Molly spoke about how Bill was handsome and how he was suppose to be getting married. "And what do you mean by zat? What do you mean 'he was going to be married'?" She snapped at her, Molly had no right to say that at all, she did not really listen to her reply "You theenk Bill will not wish to marry me anymore. You theenk, because of these bites, he will not love me." More tears rolled down her cheeks at the mention of Bill not loving her and at the look of his injuries, "Because 'e will! It would take more zan a werewolf to stop Bill loving me!" She was ignoring Molly's fumbling responses; all the while she was staring at her boyfriend, fiancé, true love she would always love him no matter what happened. "You thought I would not weesh to marry him. Or per'aps, you hoped… What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave! And I shall do zat!" Her husband was brave, he had always been and though he did not need the scars to prove it now he had them.

The Hospital wing was silent as Fleur grabbed the appointment and rags from Molly and very slowly and gently began to dab the ointment on his forehead with one hand. With the other hand she gently took a hold of his hand and stroked it, turning her head Molly began to speak again it was obvious she was trying to make up for what had been said earlier. To be honest Fleur was feeling rather bad about shouting at her and getting angry, Molly continued to speak about a tiara that belonged to an aunt and how she would lend it to Fleur for the wedding "Thank you. I am sure zat will be lovely." She owed it to her future mother in law to make peace, she was a kind mother a very good mother and she cared for her children very much. As the others in the room continued to speak Fleur did her best to ignore them and just focus on Bill, she could hear Tonks arguing with Lupin she knew that Tonks loved him and Lupin just rejected the love because in his opinion she deserved better.

Though Fleur blocked them all out and focused all her attention on Bill, very gently she continued to apply the ointment to his scars; with a different cloth she slowly wiped the blood from his scars. With the her sleeve she wiped a few more tears from her eyes, but her eyes were quickly once again filled with tears and before long they were streaming down her face "I will be ere Bill, always" Fleur whispered to him quietly she had no idea whether he could hear her or not but it brought her some comfort, she did hope they knew that she was there and that she did not intend to go anywhere.

Most of the people slowly began to exit the hospital wing and she permitted Molly to move closer to her son, the Matron headed over towards them and Fleur reluctantly moved aside allowing her to begin to wrapping his arms and chest in layers of bandages. He still did not stir or speak and this worried Fleur, he would be alright that she knew he was strong and would keep fighting. When the Nurse was finished Fleur thanked her quietly and gently moved back to the seat and pulled the chair closer to him taking his hand once again. Looking out of the window dawn was already here, but Fleur did not feel tired just lonely more than anything she wanted Bill to just talk to her and tell her everything was going to be alright in the end. Though it did not seem possible.

Opening her eyes slowly Fleur realised she had fallen asleep leaning against the side table next to Bill's bed, someone had placed a blanket around her but she had no idea who. Looking around the hospital wing was empty and quiet, she turned back to Bill who was pale and still had his eyes shut. Once again she took a hold of his hand, but there was still no response, no grip upon her hand to prove he knew she was there. Very softly she bit her lip, she worried about him so much he would be alright in the end that she knew, taking the blanket of she hung it over the back of the chair and gently sat herself on the side of his bed. Despite the fact that she had promised to stop crying but it was almost impossible, letting out a small sob again which she quickly stifled. At around eight o'clock Molly and Arthur arrived in the hospital wing with Fred and George, they brought her breakfast since she refused to leave Bill's side which was kind of them. The two twins tried to make a few jokes and liven the atmosphere, but all Fleur could manage was a small smile both of them were doing their best to help them out and make her feel better and she gave them credit for it.

The two of them did not stay very long for they had other things to sort out with their shop, it was also obvious that the two of them found it difficult to see their brother in this state and she did not blame them at all it was very difficult. A few hours later Ginny, Harry, Hermione and Ron joined her, whilst Mr and Mrs. Weasley headed home for a little bit she was thankful for the company though she did wonder what they thought of her the crazy French woman. She knew for a fact Ginny did not approve of her marrying Bill but at the moment Fleur did not have the energy to say anything all she cared about right now was Bill. With the promises of being back later the four of them left Fleur smiled allowing the lonely feelings to return to her, the feelings that Bill could make so easily go away with a smile, hug or kiss. Very gently she stroked the side of his face allowing her hands to move over the scars which now littered his face, so brave, he was so brave in deed.