FEAR

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The battle rages on. Jets of brightly coloured light shooting from wands, disembodied voices shouting incantations hoarsely. People rushing around fighting or fleeing. Some calling out names in tearful voices. Wishing-praying the worst has not come to pass.

The place he spent some of his best years lies around him in shambles. He races down the ruined corridor. The corridor he once walked down with his friends, the scene of countless good memories. The hallway where he once laughed and joked. The place he later patrolled as Head boy.

When did everything change? How did it change? Was there a point to all this? A reason for the suffering, the pain, the loss of loved ones? The questions race through his mind but he does not pause to ponder them. This is not the time. Shouting spells, deflecting curses thrown his way, he runs, his heart beating a violent tattoo against his chest. He feels a stinging pain in his knee where a wayward curse finds it's mark. It burns- but he doesn't falter. His legs ache, he's gulping for air, covered in sweat. But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters except for one thing

Where is she?

He glances around wildly hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

She said she wouldn't leave his side. She promised.

She never breaks her promises.

So where is she?

Is she hurt? What if she's-

No. He can't go there. He can't suppose that and remain sane.

An image flashes through his mind unbidden. His brother's face as he last saw him. His eyes wide open and glassy. Smiling one last time- laughing his last laugh.

The image shifts. Now it's replaced with her face. Her cerulean eyes wide, her beautiful blond hair fanned out beneath her, her face a frozen mask of terror.

No

Nonononononono-

He leaps up the remains of a broken staircase nearly falling down as he races up. His mind is focused on locating her. He turns round the corner of yet another corridor-

No. It can't be.

His heart drops into a bottomless pit and he reels from the onslaught of pain.

She's lying there, crumpled, on her side. Her eyes are closed and she's not moving. She looks lifeless.

Somebody is screaming in an anguished voice.

He extends a shaking hand toward her neck.

A pulse.

She's alive.

The screaming stops and he realizes he was making the noise.

Her eyes are still shut and her breathing comes in short shallow pants. He cradles her head in his lap and calls out her name in a desperate voice.

Finally she opens her luminous orbs which are at the moment dulled with pain. And though she's covered with dirt and grime - to him, she's never looked more beautiful.

"Bill" she whispers raggedly offering him a weak smile.

Merlin, she's so strong.

"Fleur" he chokes out. "You're alive."

It's only then that he allows the fear, the anguish, the pain to catch up with him and he collapses into heaving sobs. She looks slightly alarmed and lays a delicate white hand against his scarred cheek. She strokes his face soothingly, wiping away his tears. He hugs her fiercely. He'll never let her go. She's his and he'll be damned if he lets her be taken away. She's his soul mate, his love, his life, his joy.

His wife.

Hey guys,

I've always felt like Bill and Fleur don't get enough love in the fandom. They're partners in the truest sense of the word.

Also, um this is my first fan fiction on this website so pleaseeee give it some love. And if you want to hear more from me, DO MENTION. In other words, REVIEWREVIEWREVEW.