The characters of the Harry Potter universe belong to Ms. Rowlings, and I'm borrowing them for my own imagination.
Bill's Little Fighter - Part 1
Fleur sat in her parents sitting room talking quietly with her sister, Gabrielle. Her parents, Bill and four-year-old Victoire had gone out to tour some of the Paris sights, while she and Gabrielle had opted to stay at home with two and a half-year-old Dominique. This was the third day that Dominique had not felt well. At first Fleur had agreed with Bill's notion that Dominique was just drained from the travel from London to Paris, but now she was starting to get worried.
Fleur looked over to where Dominique was sleeping in the nearby settee. For the last couple of days Dominique had been fussy and overly tired then this morning when dressing Dominique for the day, she had found bruises in various spots on her very pale skin.
"Je crois que vous êtes corrects. Vous devriez prendre un rendez-vous avec un docteur." Gabrielle said. (I think you're correct. You should make an appointment with a doctor.)
"Mais, Bill croit que c'est juste un froid simple. Et si je ne m'inquiète pour rien?" Fleur responded. (But, Bill believes it is just a simple cold. What if I am fretting for nothing?)
"N'est-ce pas mieux être sûr que désolé ? Je suis sûr que nous pouvons la recevoir dans voir le Docteur Jacques et savoir à coup sûr avant que Bill rentre ici." Gabrielle responded. (Isn't it better to be safe than sorry? I am sure we can get her in to see Doctor Jacques and know for sure before Bill gets back here.)
"Vous avez raison. J'appellerai le docteur maintenant." Fleur responded rising and heading toward the Floo. (You're right. I'll call the doctor now.)
When Bill returned several hours later with his in-laws and a very tired Victoire, a distraught Gabrielle was pacing the living room waiting for them.
"Where's Fleur?" Bill asked concerned by the sight of Gabrielle.
"Fleur a été concernée par Dominique étant si fatigué, donc nous avons décidé de la prendre pour voir le Docteur Jacques pour exclure n'importe quoi de sérieux. Et c'est sérieux. Le docteur a admis Dominique l'hôpital. Fleur est là avec elle et très effrayée." Gabrielle rushed in saying tears streaming down her face.
"English, Gabrielle." Bill said becoming even more concerned.
Gabrielle wiped her eyes and took a breath. "We took Dominique to see Doctor Jacques. Now, Dominique is in the l'hôpital. It is très sérieux."
"I will stay wiz Victoire, zee rest of 'ou go to l'hôpital." Fleur's mother said lifting Victoire out of her father's arms.
"Thank you." Bill said as he purposely followed Gabrielle and his father-in-law out to the apparition point.
When they arrived at the hospital, Bill let his father-in-law do all the talking. He just followed, hoping he would understand a word here or there. The nurse led them to the children's ward, where he found Fleur sitting by a crib containing their baby daughter. Bill felt pain as he saw several wires hooked up to monitors and to his daughter.
"Fleur." He said quietly, not wanting to disturb his sleeping baby.
"Oh, Bill." Fleur cried as she rose from her chair and launched herself at him.
"What did the doctor say is wrong with her?" He asked.
"Aplastic anemia, he zinks." Fleur said.
"What is it?" Bill asked.
"It is due to raison - failure of the l'échec de la moelle osseuse to make cellules de sang - blood cellules, en incluant rouge et des leucocytes aussi bien que des plaquettes. I don't know 'ow to translate. I don't 'ave enough words." Fleur cried frustrated. Bill just hugged her. He knew that her father and Gabrielle would not be of any more help, as their English was far worse than Fleur's. "I want Audrey." Fleur cried.
"Yes, Audrey can explain this to us." Bill agreed. He was relieved to have a Healer in the family. "I will see if I can get a hold of Percy or Audrey." Bill said.
"Gabrielle, go wiz 'im to 'elp translate." Fleur said as Bill bent over the crib to kiss his daughter's forehead.
A half an hour later, with the help of the Harry Potter card, Bill was able to floo directly to Percy's office at the ministry.
"Percy!" Bill yelled out causing his brother to jump from his seat.
"Bloody hell, Bill! You are going to give me a heart attack" Percy said kneeling down in front of the floo. "What's going on?"
"I don't have time to chit chat. Dominique is very sick, and we would like Audrey to come to Paris as soon as possible. Try as she might, Fleur is so upset and is not completely understanding what is wrong to be able to translate it properly. Can you pull some strings, and get her here today?" Bill pleaded. "I don't want to worry Mum and Dad until we know what is wrong."
"Yes. I will take care of everything. I will come with her, we can leave the kids with Kingsley, as I will need him to approve the emergency port keys." Percy replied. He took the information for the hospital as Bill gave it to him. "We will be there soon, Bill. Don't worry."
"Thanks." Bill said bidding his brother good bye.
Half an hour later, Percy and Audrey were bidding their own daughters goodbye in Kingsley's office.
"Be good for grandpa." Percy said as he hugged two-year-old Lucy.
"Help grandpa watch out for your little sister." Audrey told eight-year-old Molly.
"I will. How long will you be gone?" Molly asked as she turned to hug her dad.
"We don't know. We will floo you tomorrow to let you know. Okay?" Percy asked.
"Yeah." Molly said smiling confidently at him.
"Don't let grandpa spoil you too much." Audrey told Lucy who giggled, then looked up sweetly to her grandfather.
"I'm sure that won't be a problem." Kingsley lied. He loved spoiling his granddaughters.
"It's time to go." Percy said taking a hold of the ink pen that was their port key. Audrey took a hold of her husband's free hand then grabbed a hold of the port key.
When they arrived at the hospital they quickly located the children's ward. Bill and Fleur were standing outside the ward talking to the doctor.
"Bill, how is she?" Percy asked.
"That's what I am trying to understand." Bill said frustrated. He had been working to learn French over the last few years of their marriage, but he was far from fluent in the language.
"Doctor Jacques, c'est mon frère, Percy et sa femme, Healer Audrey Weasley." Bill introduced.
"Bonjour." Percy said.
"Bonjour." Doctor Jacques responded shaking his hand.
"Ma femme est un docteur à la Rue. Mungos à Londres. Comme vous pouvez avoir compris, mon frère a le problème en comprenant la maladie de Dominique. Si vous pourriez permettre à ma femme de voir les résultats d'essai, elle peut être en mesure de vous aider à l'expliquer tant à lui qu'à Fleur." (My wife is a doctor at St. Mungos in London. As you may have understood, my brother is having trouble understanding Dominique's illness. If you could let my wife see the test results, she may be able to help you explain it to both he and Fleur.) Percy requested.
"Yes, zat 'ould be very good." Doctor Jacques agreed handing over the results to Audrey. "Zee diagnosis es aplastic amenia. Zat is correct words."
"Yes. Yes it is." Audrey murmured looking over the chart.
"What is aplastic amenia?" Bill asked.
"Anemia occurs due to the failure of the bone marrow to produce blood cells, including red and white blood cells as well as platelet." Audrey responded.
"What caused it?" Bill asked.
"Aplastic anemia frequently occurs without a known cause." Audrey responded. "It looks as if she has a fairly severe case. Doctor Jacques is recommending that we start with a blood transfusion, but what she needs is a bone marrow transplant. We will need to check family members for a match." Audrey said then looked a little unsure as to what she was about to say next.
"Go ahead." Bill said wanting to know what she was holding back.
"While any match would be good, the best chance of the best outcome is if a sibling is the match." Audrey said.
"Victoire." Fleur gasped.
TBC