Chapter 1
"AVADA KEDAVRA"
Those were the last words that Hermione Granger thought that she would ever hear. The flash of green light the last sight her eyes would ever set on. Instead she saw a pair of blue eyes specked with silver and seemingly heard the voice of an angel.
The great battle was raging on in the Great Hall with no end seemingly in sight. Curses were flying through the air indiscriminately striking anything in their paths. Hermione had found herself caught in a duel with one particularly foul death eater. She had been cutting them down one by one, with each triumph becoming easier then the last one. She was fairing quite well until she got distracted by the sight of Ginny Weasley being hit with a stunning curse out of the corner of her eye. One moment, one lapse in concentration is all it took.
Fleur Delacor, well Fleur Weasley as of just a few short months ago, was battling one of the many death eaters that had fallen on Hogwarts just a few yards away when all of a sudden her world slowed down. Fleur looked around confused, as everyone seemed to start moving in slow motion. Then she saw it, a wand with the beginnings of a green light emanating from its tip pointed at Hermione.
Fleur had a pleasant relationship with Hermione, not one of dear friendship, but more then just mere acquaintances. But at that moment in time Fleur couldn't begin to fathom a world without Hermione, didn't know how she had lived without Hermione in her life, and wanted more then anything to hold Hermione in her arms. So that is exactly what she did.
At all happened in the blink of an eye, Fleur wrapped a rather surprised Hermione in her arms just in time to take the killing curse square to her back. Hermione gasped as she looked into those blue eyes.
"Fleur, no…", Hermione uttered as she saw those specks of silver in Fleur's eyes fade away and her eyes darken. Hermione couldn't believe that Fleur, Bill's wife had just sacrificed herself for her. Hermione tightened her arms instinctively around Fleur's body and the whole Great Hall seemed to stop. Tears started rolling down Hermione's face as she felt a loss that she couldn't begin to describe.
Up until that point only two people had ever survived the killing curse, Harry Potter and the Dark Lord Voldemort. Fleur made it three.
"Mon amour"
"Fleur?"
For a split second two pairs of eyes locked onto each other, and in this instant the strongest form of magic ever conceived was unleashed. In that instant two hearts stopped beating and started again perfectly in sync with one another. In that instant life would never be the same for either of them.