AN This is a story about how Bill and Fleur's daughter came to be. All French translations are at the bottom.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling (AKA the Queen) owns these characters

Enjoy

Victoire

Her baby was a strong one, that's for sure. She wanted to come out, and Fleur could already tell that her child would be given anything she wanted. She couldn't deal with this right now. Another wave of pain hit her, and she barely managed to silence it as her husband looked worriedly at her.

"You okay?" He mouthed.

Of course she wasn't okay, couldn't he see she was close to dying! But he was distracted she argued, as she gave him a contorted look. It's not every day you visit a memorial for your dead brother. She felt for the Weasley's, truly, but couldn't they hurry it up a bit. The entire thing was heartbreaking, but she was positive Fred wouldn't want his most embarrassing moments told to the world, even when he was dead. And just as Ron was telling everyone how Fred had tricked him into running naked across the Hogwarts grounds (How completely vulgar), she was thrown into her most powerful contraction yet. She couldn't help it, her scream ripped through theair, sounding like a banshee. Every single person turned towards her simultaneously as if they had practiced it, and stared.

"Idiots!" she shrieked.

"Don't just seet zer, Help me! I am haveing a babe!"

After that everything went smoothly, if you dismissed the feeling that her whole body was being torn apart shred by shred, and that Bill looked like a lost kitten (That imbecile!) the entire time she was screaming her head off, or the way that every single family member, no matter how many times removed, wanted to be in that little, cramped room with her, watching her at her most vulnerable, giving birth. Okay, nothing really went smoothly.

"Get za move on ...Ahhhh, dépêchez-vous!"

She didn't even pay attention to who came with her when she was plopped on a cot that taken to a room at close to light speed.

"BILL WEAZLEE ! YOU VILL NEVER TOUCH ME AGAINN! Putain, ça fait mal!"

She could hear Molly trying to reassure her, but alas she would not see sense. Her husband was a coward. He impregnates her, then when she's having their baby, goes and acts like a scared toddler. Maybe she would feel better if she had married a nice Frenchman.

"Owwwww!"

She could barely feel the pats on her hand as, once again her child causes her to slam against a wall of pain. Everything was fuzzy, and she could see the perky nurse get excited about something, as soothing circles were rubbed on her palm by calloused fingers.

"I am getting very tired of zis!" she yelled as once again her lower section erupted in molten fire.

"It's coming!" someone exclaims.

"PUSH, FLEUR, PUSH!"

Even when she pushed with all her might she felt the baby move maybe an inch.

"Agghhhh! Sortir de moi!"

She felt exhausted, but at the same time determined to get this over with. She took a deep breath and pushed, willing the baby to come out.

"C'mon Fleur."

Oh now, Bill says something!?

"One more push!" someone cried out after it seems like days have gone by.

She directed every bit of anger, frustration and determination into pushing her baby into the world. This baby would come out if it's the last thing she'd ever do.

"Eghhhh!" She cried, and as if the baby heard her, she slipped out and a piercing wail filled the air.

Oh, it was over! Relief flew through her body as she collapsed on the cot. She felt alive and euphoric. She just gave birth! She made life! At the same time, Fleur was exhausted. No, exhausted didn't even come close to what she was feeling. The world was weighing on her shoulders, lulling her to close her eyes and sleep her life away. She would do that eventually, but first she wanted to see her baby, for whom she had gone through nine months of bloating, odd cravings, sleepless nights, and a whole lot of pain for.

"Vere iz my babe?" She asked a nurse.

Fleur turned her head to where the nurse nodded and looked at the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Her baby was coming over in a pink blanket cradled by her husband, who was looking at her and her child- no, their child she corrected- with the most adoring expression.

"Here she is", Bill slowly placed her into Fleur's waiting arms.

Fleur saw wrinkly pale skin, pursed lips, fat cheeks, and scattered wisps of platinum blonde hair.

"She iz beautiful." She whispered.

"You didn't see, but she has the most beautiful blue eyes." Bill adds, "Just like her mother."

And when he looked at her she felt like her life was finally complete. She had their child in her arms, and a loving husband. What more could she want from life than to stay in this moment forever. A family. Together.

"What should we name her?" She asks, looking deep into her husband's eyes.

Something is wrong there, she sees so much happiness, but behind that there is pain and sadness. And then she remembers what today is, May 2. Today was the day that countless, including one of her own family, died, battling Voldemort (She is not afraid to say his name) and his army of death eaters. But today was also the day that countless more had been saved, when Harry Potter defeated him, and the good were victorious against the evil.

"I know vat ve should name her."

I looked at Bill and didn't think about the many sleepless nights to come, the pressure of becoming a mother, or how I ultimately had no idea what I was doing. I thought about how it had felt when we had won two years ago on that night, how I feel every single time Bill kisses me, and the feeling of being surround by family, and celebrating that all of them were here to share this moment with me. What was that called? Victory.

"Her name iz Victoire."

Fin.

dépêchez-vous- Hurry up.

Putain, ça fait mal- Damn, it hurts.

Sortir de moi- Get out of me.

If you have any suggestions to make Fleur's French accent sound better, please tell me. Also, if you see French grammar or language mistakes, please inform me, I am not an expert in the language and probably made some involuntary mistakes. Thanks for reading!