Mon Petit Ange
Summary: This is the untold story of the life of Gabrielle Aurore Delacour, her schooling, her friends, her family, her loyalty to all that she always held dear and why she will always be Fleur's little angel.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling's property, as per usual.
Chapter One
Pained screams echoed through Manoir De L'or, the home of Vacheil and Apolline Delacour, who lived in luxury along with their nine-year-old daughter, Fleur Odette, who was sitting in her spacious bedroom, clutching onto her pure white teddy bear as she listened to her mother's cries.
Vacheil was in a similar position, sitting in his study with his head in his hands. He slowly his head, however, as the screams suddenly stopped, replaced with a quiet wail. It was at that point that he bolted towards the master bedroom, taking the steps two at a time, accidentally bumping into the present Healer as he ran. He slowed to talk to her, then nodded his head, acquiescing to her suggestion and changing his direction, ascending the stairs towards the room of his daughter.
A knock came at the white door of the lilac room and the young girl to whom it belonged answered, her teddy bear trailing after her through the carpet. Her saddened expression lifted a little as she saw her father smiling in the doorway.
"Fleur, ma chérie, do you wish to see your mother?" asked Vacheil, in his comfortingly low voice, his strong French accent distorting the words slightly. The Delacour family had always spoken both French and English within the confines of their home, so that their daughter would grow up speaking English as well, to make her life a little easier when she came to leave home.
"Oui, s'il vous plaît, Papa." answered Fleur, the prospect lifting her spirits higher than they had been all day.
"Come along then." he beckoned, taking the paw of Fleur's teddy bear, while the young girl held onto the other paw in her own hand, father and daughter walking down the stairs hand in hand. Just as they reached the master bedroom, Vacheil stopped Fleur, bending down so that they were closer to eye level.
"Now, Fleur, your mother will be very tired, so you will have to be careful of her, and of the baby, of course. Comprenez-vous?" finished the man, his voice stern, yet with a strong note of affection.
"Oui, Papa." answered Fleur, upon which Vacheil knocked the door and entered the room.
"Apolline, ma chérie, I've brought Fleur to come and see you. Come here, Fleur." Fleur took a few tentative steps to join her father. However, her nerves vanished the moment she saw her mother sitting comfortably in her bed, clutching a bundle of light blue blankets carefully to her chest.
"Oh, Maman, I am so happy to see you!" exclaimed the nine-year-old, running towards her mother and wrapping her arms around her.
"I am glad to see you as well, ma Fleur. Careful! You'll squash your little sister, ma bête!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Maman!" cried Fleur, settling down beside her mother and leaning in, so as to get a closer look at the new addition to the family.
"What do you think of her, ma chérie?" questioned Apolline, watching with a smile as Fleur pulled back the blanket, revealing a gentle heart-shaped face, wide sparkling blue eyes and a few tufts of golden blonde hair.
"She's beautiful, Maman! She's like the angel in my Muggle Christmas storybook, the one that you always read to me when I was little."
"Yes, she does a little. The angel Gabriel. Gabriel." Then Apolline gasped as she, her husband and her daughter thought precisely the same thought. However, it was Fleur that voiced the thought.
"Gabrielle."
"Yes, Fleur. Her name is Gabrielle. Gabrielle..."
"Aurore?" suggested Vachiel, gazing from the window. True to his suggestion, the sky was alive with oranges, pinks, yellows and reds, signalling the dawn of the new day.
"Oui, Maman, c'est parfait!" cried Fleur, clapping her hands together in delight. Just as Fleur said this, the tiny baby girl in her mother's arms let out a small giggling noise.
"She likes it!" smiled Vachiel, sitting down to put his arms around his wife, his daughter snuggling back towards his free hand a little.
"Alright, then it is settled. Mon petit ange, Gabrielle Aurore Delacour."
A/N: Quite a short chapter, but I had this idea about midday today and I desperately wanted to get the first chapter up today, because I only update on Sundays, so I'd've had to wait a week. Please let me know what you think.