I felt the breeze pass me as I stood on the beach, staring out into the crashing waves. I stood in a pale blue dress, my bare feet curling in the sand. I tried to remember how it felt to be free of worry, without war to worry about.

Sixteen.

Sixteen was the last time I hadn't had to worry about a raging war against the most evil wizard of all time.

Sixteen was the last time I hadn't had to worry about anything.

No Triwizard Tournaments. No Wizarding Wars.

Just me. At sixteen.

Now I am a better person. Not as conceited, all my love at my family, especially my beloved husband.

I felt a soft hand brush my bare shoulder. "Flower?" a soft, yet deep, voice whispered behind me.

"Yes, mon cher?"

"Are you alright?"

"Oui. Just the war worries me so. Especially with you in the Order, mon cher."

"I know, Fleur. I have to keep fighting for our rights though. We must win or we will be doomed."

"I know, mon cher."

"You must stay strong, Fleur. Do you hear me? Stay strong inside. I will always love you."

"I am trying to."

"I know," Bill whispered. He wrapped his strong warm arms around me. We stood like this for a second, just enjoying the peace and quiet. Staring out at the sea like we had no cares in the world.

"Flower?"

"Oui, mon cher?"

"You are the most beautiful wife in the world, Fleur. I love you more than you can imagine, and we will survive."

"I love you so much, too, Bill. Je t'aime plus que je peux dire."

He turned me around, his blue eyes fixed on mine. I could still see the scars on his face from when Greyback attacked him that night in the Astronomy Tower. I ran a light finger over them. He took my fingers in his, then dropped my hands. He ran his hands through my silvery blonde hair, then kissed me softly.

Suddenly we heard a large crack. A girl my Bill seemed to recognize, with wavy white blonde hair, an African American boy, and the frail old man I recognized as Ollivander, all holding on to a house elf. The house elf disappeared, while the three came stumbling over to us. Bill asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Dean Thomas, a Muggleborn. This is Luna Lovegood, and Mr. Ollivander. We've been captured by Snatchers, and we were held prisoners for a while. Ron Weasley sent us here. He and Harry Potter are going to save Hermione, as she is being tortured, and then will come back with Dobby, the house elf."

I looked at my husband. Our short loving time was over. Now we had to help the war effort.

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A/N: I know this was a really short one-shot, and I should be writing Love from Rosie. But I have been suffering from Writer's Block from that story (the greatest way to describe writer's block: when your imaginary friends won't talk to you) and this idea just popped into my head, so I had to write it. I hope my Fleur and Bill are good, but they are both really hard characters to write! This story is dedicated to my new FanFiction friend, DobbyLovesSocks, as well as the nicest person you will meet on FanFiction, weasleyjumper. I love both of them- they are so inspiring! Well, thanks again for reading, and don't forget to review!

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