AN: So...this is sort of taking a Frozen twist...which I really didn't plan but it sort of works. ANYWAYS, thank you all for your reviews and follows/faves I love them and love to know there are people out there enjoying my stories :D Please ignore any typos i will fix them at some point in the future and enjoy this installment :)


Blue Christmas

Part Trois

The snow swirled gently as the four friends apparated into Diagon Alley and Hermione shivered as she felt the cold bite at her exposed face. Snow usually didn't start falling until February in London, yet here it was, flurrying around the four as they made their way down the alley. The thick black clouds seemed to be converging over a certain area of town as they neared the twins' shop. Ron didn't waste any time jogging into the shop and retrieving his brothers from work.

"I don't ever remember it being this cold last year." Hermione sighed as she watched the large flakes fall from the sky. She reached out and caught one in her gloved hand, her mind wandering to Fleur. Her brow furrowed as she watched the snow flake and realized that it wasn't melting, it was that cold.

"It seems rather odd that it'd be snowing so early into December." Luna mused as she looked up to the sky with indifferent pale blues. "I wonder if something is causing it."

"Like what?" Ginny asked as she wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck and shivered. "You think the twins could've made something to make it snow like this?"

"With those two," Harry chuckled as he watched Ron come out of the shop. "It's possible. If they did, I just hope they know how to make it stop before they bury London."

"Hermione," The brunette turned towards Luna who was looking off in the distance. "Do you think Fleur would like to join us today?" Hermione was about to speak, but Ron joined them and must've heard the end of Luna's question.

"What about Viktor?" He asked, a little out of breath as he huffed. "Isn't he still in town?"

"He's actually meeting with a few friends today for lunch." Hermione answered as she looked around and suddenly noticed that Diagon Alley was abnormally empty. "And, I'm not sure if Fleur would want to hang out with us in the cold. She was never fond of it."

"That's an understatement." Ginny scoffed and Hermione offered a small smile, remembering how the part-Veela had reacted during her fourth year. "During the tournament I never saw her without a heavy jacket and her scarf, even during meals. Although," The red head tapped her chin in thought as a conniving grin spread on her lips. "It would be funny to have her join us for a snow ball fight." That's all it took for most of the group to agree on going to see Fleur at her flat and see if she'd be willing to join them for their day of play in the cold.

x-x

When Fleur woke, she was lying on the floor of her flat. Ice sheeting the ground and climbing it's way harshly up her walls in jagged spires, frosting the windows to the point where no light could break through. She shook her head, what had happened? There was another voice.

"No," She whispered as she closed her eyes, trying to recall the body less voice. "No, it was my voice. Mine." A heavy sigh escaped her lungs as she stood, her legs shaky and surprisingly warm with the frozen air around her. Her eyes averted down to her hands to see her veins churning a deep blue that was very slowly making its way up her arms. "Oh no."

Fleur wasted no time rushing into her bathroom, slipping only once as she rounded the corner and shoved the door open. She gasped when she saw the ice encasing the shower and climbing up the sink. The mirror was almost completely coated in frost as she moved forward, bringing her hand up to scrape it away. Another sharp inhalation as she saw her eyes glowing a cold, almost white blue and the silvery blonde locks glittered with a sheen of deep, dark cobalt when it shone under the light.

"Oh gods," Her voice came out broken and soft as her hand touched the reflective surface, hoping this was a dream, a nightmare. The black was half way up her forearms now and Fleur began to hyperventilate. Her hands came up frantically to rip her shirt open to reveal the only part of her body that wasn't snow white.

Her heart was still beating steadily, glowing even, past the paper white skin she now adorned. It was weak, even with her heart pounding, the sound, the feeling, it was weak, dying. She placed a hand over it and felt the faint thrum that was starting to calm her nerves. Her heart was still hers, still alive, still warm. Fleur had heard the stories of the Yuki-onna, the demon that possesses women's hearts, freezes them solid and manifests in broken Veelas. It had been a myth for so long, but Fleur was living it now, watching it take over her body. Her own doubt and fear was turning her to ice.

If she let the emptiness and heartbreak consume her, she'd become the demon and wander the earth for eternity luring people to their frigid tombs. Fleur was only part-Veela, so the change wasn't as complete as it normally would be. Her human side was fighting to keep her heart closed off from the offending demonic aura, but her Veela wanted this. A part of her wanted Hermione to see what her betrayal had turned her into, caused her to do. And the more she thought like that, she felt her body grow colder and the more accustomed to the biting frost she became.

"Deep down," Her mouth formed the words, but her mind went hazy as she heard them echo back into her ears. "A part of you wanted this, or the change wouldn't have happened." Fleur snapped out of her stupor and shook her head vigorously, squeezing her eyes shut to try and gain focus on her situation.

"No." She huffed as her hands grasped the frozen porcelain of the sink and she tried to ground herself to something, anything, that was going to keep her from losing her conscious mind. "No, Hermione loves me. She didn't betray me, I let her leave. I didn't fight hard enough. This is my fault."

Deep in her mind something stirred. A chasm of doubt and fear was building steadily until the Veela almost collapsed from the numbness in her limbs. The tingling feeling that sent her to her knees with a yelp of pain.

"If Hermione loves me," Her voice whispered, forlornly, as if she knew the curse was winning. Knew that Fleur didn't want this. Her own blood was fighting against her. "Then why did she leave? I shouldn't have to fight for someone to stay if they already love me. She knew what would happen, she knew I would suffer and still..." The last thought was breaking Fleur, making her realize that even though Hermione claimed to love her so, she wasn't going through the same agony that Fleur was. "She left me."

The emptiness washed over the part-Veela as she released a cry of agony and felt the last bit of her belief that Hermione truly did care for her be engulfed in darkness. She felt the part of her that wanted to hang out, finally slip away as her vision was shrouded in black and her hands came up to grasp the sides of her head as her jaw clenched. A shrill scream echoed in her head, and it wasn't until she looked in the mirror that she saw it was her own shriek. The reflective glass shattered as the rest of the bathroom was encased in a thick tomb of ice. Crystals falling softly, elegantly in the air as she finally stood and exhaled slowly.

There were frosted tears left on her cheeks as a pale hand reached up to brush them away. Her head dropped slightly, shimmering silver locks fell over her eyes as the dying light reflected the icy blue from them. She wasn't cold anymore. Her body ceased to tremble from the biting air around her as she looked up and saw her many reflections in the ice around her.

Glacial blue eyes stared curiously at the sleeping form that her image reflected. A girl with silvery blonde hair and deep blue, defeated eyes. Skin that was pale, but far from white, and a hand over her heart. Her head tilted inquisitively at her reflection and a hand rose to press her palm against the frozen barrier as her reflection did the same. The white-blue eyes were emotionless as they stared into tearing blue orbs that seemed to beg her to stay, not to leave.

The faintest thrum could be heard and the two visions of Fleur reached up to move the neck of her shirt down and to the left. Her reflection still had a bright, warm red light radiating from her and faded blue orbs glanced down to see the faintest of pinks flicker behind her skin. Fleur scowled as she clenched her fist and exited the bathroom, her reflection following her faithfully, as reflections do.

"Don't do this." The reflection spoke. Fleur turned to it and there was pleading in her eyes. "Please, don't leave without me. We aren't like this. You don't want to be like this." Fleur stopped at her fireplace where her reflection stood still, eyes still begging and heart still beating steadily. Fleur's actual heart had slowed with the change. The faint pink glow only beat once every minute and it seemed to be getting slower. She felt a shred of doubt for what she'd become, but just a shred as she looked away, brow furrowed over pale cerulean. "Please."

Fleur looked back to her reflection, her human soul trapped in the ice. And then she looked past her to the pictures that were placed so neatly on the mantle of the fireplace. A particular image stood out to her. A picture taken last year of Hermione and Fleur sitting on a bench in the park. The blonde had her head laid on the younger witch's lap as Hermione's free hand combed through her blonde strands while her other held up a small book.

"Why do you allow this suffering?" Fleur asked herself as she looked at her reflection and waited for an answer. "Why do you let us go through such agony without action? She's not coming back."

"You don't know that."

"It's been a year." She continued with a growl as her hands tightened into fists and she felt her muscles contract all at once. "It's been a year and she's with him!" Fleur flourished her arm and a spike of ice flew across the room and embedded itself in a portrait she had of her and Viktor from the Triwizard Tournament. "It's always been him and it always will be."

"Hermione loves us," Reflective Fleur lamented softly as she had moved to the wall that her demonic counterpart was facing, posture the same except for her expression. "Both of us."

"She never loved the Veela." Glacier blue eyes flashed dangerously as she glared at her opposite. "Never did she actually fall in love with the Veela or she'd be here now and I wouldn't be."

"Don't do this." The reflection pleaded again as Fleur shook her head and huffed.

"I have to." White blonde strands were pushed back as Fleur ran her fingers through them, feeling the delightfully cold, satin feel against her skin. "It's in my nature." She walked towards her large window and with a flick of her wrist, an icy wind blew it open, the warmer, winter air from outside wafting in and irritating Fleur's skin. "I desire nothing more than to make her regret what she's done to me," As Fleur stepped up on the window sill, she looked sideways once more to see her reflection next to her, for once her expression matching the desolate look in her reflection. "Done to us." The wind and snow began to wrap around her, and with a few strong gusts, Fleur was gone.