Written for A-B-C Fast or Slow Challenge: Harry Potter Edition, Harry Potter Carnival Competition, Fanfiction Marathon Competiton/Challenge, The Crazy 8s Challenge, and Rubik's Cube Challenge.
Prompts: Fabian/Fleur/Fire Crab/Falmouth/flowers; huzzah, Azkaban, "Valerie" by Amy Winehouse; Bill/Fleur; He was troubled. (opening line); dystopian!AU
He was troubled. Minister Riddle had called for yet another review of the current Muggle-born's and half-bloods in the wizarding world. It was not "a careful look of who exactly are making up our world," it was a collection of names they might not to kill at any moment. It was dangerous.
Bill sighed as he looked at the latest report. Fleur looked up at him in surprise, worry creasing her brow. "What ze matter?" she asked.
"Minister Riddle seems to be convinced that we won't realize what he's really doing."
Fleur looked at him softly. She turned away from the flowers she was arranging, and walked over to her husband. She embraced him from behind, her arms wrapping around his neck and resting her chin on his shoulder. He brought up a hand to grip one of her's. "We'll figure out a way to destroy zem, Bill. Don't worry."
Bill nodded, not quite believing her. He knew she meant the best, but he just didn't know how they could do this. It was like trying to steal the jewels from a Fire Crab. You couldn't do it without getting burned.
"I'm trying not to," he told her. "But how? How can we do this?"
"We do zis by working and striving and doing our best!" Fleur said passionately. "We do zis by never giving up!"
Bill's lips quirked into a grin. "Thank you, Fleur," he said honestly. "I don't know where I would be without you."
Fleur shrugged and returned the grin. "Good zing you will never 'ave to find out."
"That's a very good thing," Bill replied.
Fleur, Fleur was everything to Bill. She was the sun and the moon. She was all the stars in the sky. She was the woman that would listen to him for hours talk about his Uncle's Gideon and Fabian because he felt a little sad about their deaths. The woman that loved the Falmouth Falcons just as much as he did.
She was the woman that planned a trip and figured out where a Renaissance Fair was, because Bill always wanted a good reason to say huzzah. She was the woman that Bill put together a whole spy night, from those Muggle James Bond movies she loved. (He was a mysterious spy named Liam Athos. She was the femme fatale called Valerie, who brock Liam's heart and who he couldn't help but make a fool of himself around. They had more fun with that than they thought, but it was awkward explaining it to Ron when he accidently saw them.)
She was the woman that fought with him, though they knew that by doing this they might never be able to be happy in this world of theirs. But they would rather be free in the one that they made together than happy in the one that destroyed basic human rights for everyone that Bill ever cared about, and ever could care about. They knew that they needed to take down Minister Riddle, before he took down them.
They were probably going to be sent to Azkaban. Bill just hoped they could have adjoining cells.