Title: The Burn of Her Ancestry
Author: smolder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order.
A/N 2: Some of these drabbles will be about people surrounding Winifred's life or who will come into her life at a later date.

"What is zee problem, Bill?" she whispered to her husband pulling her sleeping two month old baby closer to her. She had thought this was just going to be a simple visit to show off their baby to his side of the family since she knew Molly was still a bit miffed that she had given birth in France surrounded by her family. It was tradition however, Bill fully accepted that she was part Veela and all that it entailed (not just the beauty) and she accepted that he was part werewolf.

It was a much easier part of him to accept than his family, who was currently arguing. At least they had moved it into the kitchen and out of the living room away from her little Victoire.

He sighed like he always did when it concerned his mother and ran his hand over his scarred face tiredly, "Do you remember how I told you Harry had got Ginny's best friend pregnant, right? Luna?"

"Luna?" she asked in surprise. "Ze girl who stayed with us during ze war?"

"Yes, she fought in the Battle of Hogwarts as well." He cleared his throat, "It seems we came at an inconvenient time. Luna gave birth last night."

She continued to stare at him, she knew there was more to it. There had to be or he wouldn't be hedging like this.

"My mother," he continued finally closing his eyes in a pained manner, "is arguing that Harry should be here. With Ginny. As her husband. With the family. She sees Luna now as getting in the way of that. Getting in the way of Harry and Ginny" he separated his hands broadly, "being Harry and Ginny" he brought them together.

Fleur was dumbfounded. She genuinely liked Luna. The girl had stayed at Shell Cottage with Bill and her and they had had many talks. She was a strong person and an excellent conversationalist as well as a calming influence on many of the others. For there to be so much hate directed at her and her child. A child! A life after a war that had seen so much death. It was a victory in and of itself no matter how it came into being. How dare anyone try to sully that.

The longer she thought about it the angrier she got. "'Old ze baby," she told Bill and passed Victoire to her worried looking husband.

She stomped into the kitchen and felt fire bloom in her chest. Fleur might never be able to throw fireballs like her full-blooded Veela grandmother but she could still feel the burn of her ancestry in these times of righteous fury. When she entered the room all noise stopped and everyone's eyes turned her way. She was not surprised. When she got like this neither men nor women could look away from her.

"I am ashamed of you," she hissed at them trying hard to keep her English clear through her anger. "A baby was just born. New Life!" she threw her arms out dramatically. "And all you can do is bicker. Is zis why we fought? Why so many died?" nobody answered her. "And this is Luna! She is just a barely ze woman herself and she fought in ze war beside us, and now you would damn her to being alone for ze birth of her child?"

She was breathing hard as she looked at their stunned faces. She felt Bill put a hand on her shoulder and she calmed. "I am ashamed of you," she repeated and spun on her heel to leave dramatically.

Bill chuckled slightly as he packed Victorie up in the carrier, "Well that's going to make it a bit awkward at the next reunion." He looked at his watch, "well we better hurry."

"Were are ze going?" she asked her mind still caught up in her speech.

Bill straightened up and smiled down at her, "To the hospital, naturally, I caught earlier from their yelling that Luna was at St. Mungo's. If we leave soon we can still visit for a bit."

Fleur felt a warm glow settle over her quite different from the earlier fire. She loved her husband so very much. She had chosen well.

She grabbed a very surprised Bill by the ears and kissed him soundly.