Epilogue
That was years ago. Before he died. It killed her inside. It still did. Even remembering that Cedric was the one for her made her sadder. Cedric was the only man who cared. Of course she had friends' and family who cared. But they weren't Cedric. It was their job. Your family had to be nice to you. Well… they don't have to be… but… most are. Fleur promised to visit his grave everyday. And she still does. She always tells him about Gabrielle. And she keeps in touch with the Diggory's just so she can tell Cedric how they're doing. She cries less and less now. But she still does. Always for him.
It was a Sunday. His birthday was today. She wanted to celebrate it. So she invited Gabrielle, her père and the Diggory's. Everyone showed up to Fleur's surprise. Surely she thought they'd be too busy to come. But they did. It was just another moment that showed what a great person Cedric was. Fleur was happy. She got to see her father again, and her little sister seemed to be doing very well. She even has a boyfriend. Fleur wanted to be happy for Gabrielle, but she couldn't help but feel concerned. She didn't want her sister to go through the same thing she did.
After the party Fleur cleaned up. So did the maids' that worked for her at the house she resided in. There was one person who had yet to leave.
"I think he'd be happy." A 6'2" girl, with long Raven hair, and dark brown eyes walked into the garden. She flashed Fleur a smile. Fleur was overjoyed. She knew that accent and hair anywhere.
"Cecil! I didn't think you were at the party!" Fleur exclaimed, hugging her anyway. Cecil smiled knowingly.
"I was. I wanted to show you that you still have people other than family who care about your well-being." The smile faded when Fleur turned away. Fleur started cleaning up again. Wiping down tables…
"Today would be his 19th, non?" Cecil picked up a wet rag and helped Fleur wipe down the tinted-glass tables. Fleur gave Cecil a side glance and half-smile.
"Oui. It would be." Fleur didn't feel up for conversation. She tried her hardest not to talk about Cedric. But Cecil just had to bring it up!
Cecil sighed. She dropped the rag on the table, and Fleur paused momentarily. "I know you don't want to talk about him. And I know it must be so painful. But… I have to tell you something…" Fleur dropped her rag now.
She turned and gave Cecil her full attention and made a hand signal beckoning her to continue. Cecil inhaled deeply. Just like the day she had to tell Fleur her mother died. Fleur bit her lip in nervousness. She was praying this wasn't bad news.
"What if… I told you… there was a way to bring back the dead. No black magic involved. It was completely safe?" Cecil exhaled.
"I'd ask if you were somebody using a polyjuice potion, and you kidnapped Cecil, and you wanted to make an Inferi out of Cedric." Fleur raised an eyebrow in confusion as to what Cecil was getting at.
Cecil sighed. "This is the real me. No polyjuice potion. I could at least let you see him again. I've been practicing."
Fleur looked perturbed. "You! How dare you! Did you just go around bringing back people's beloved family members just for practice?"
"Non." Cecil had a look that said 'I-can't-believe-you'd-think-I'd-do-that?'. "I am working with a powerful wizard. His name is Harry Potter. I'm sure you've heard of him, Fleur."
"Of course." If this was the real Cecil, and she was telling the truth, than she could trust her if she's working with Harry Potter! She wanted to see him once more. If not, have him with her forever.
"I can even show him to you." Cecil paused and looked around. "It's alright to come out, Harry!" Cecil shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth to maximize her voice's sound.
And sure enough, Messy Jet Black hair, piercing green eyes, and a Gryffindor robe appeared. Harry was only in his sixth year at Hogwarts, and he was already helping someone learn to raise the dead. Fleur smiled at Harry and ran over and kissed him on each cheek.
"'Arry! Et is so good to see you!" Fleur exclaimed and hugged him. Harry struggled and was shocked at Fleur's reaction to seeing him again.
"It's good to see you too, Fleur." Harry fought for breath. Fleur realized this and pulled away blushing.
"Oh! I am so sorry, 'Arry!" Fleur straightened out her dress.
Harry took in his surroundings. A nice garden. Covered in many colored flowers and rare vegetables. Window-glass tables were around. Bowls with missing foods, and napkins blowing off the table. Two small gravestones over a lake with a bridge over it. Maid's of all different racial backgrounds cleaning, the left end of a large house, French designs decorating the screen door. Harry smiled. He could see Fleur living here. It was very… lady-like. The color's being blue to honor her years at Beauxbaton's Academy. Harry thought that was a little ridiculous. Harry wasn't going to paint his new house red and gold. He might, but not just to honor his years at Hogwarts, being in Gryffindor.
"It's alright." Harry finally answered. "Nice place." Harry tried some small conversation. Fleur wanted to jump right in.
"So… you can 'elp me?" Fleur glanced at Cecil as Cecil looked to Harry and he nodded.
"Yes." Harry looked around. "I think I can…Gabrielle!" Harry suddenly yelled out her little sisters name, and Gabrielle, in her long blue formal dress, stepped out into the garden.
"I can bring him out now?" Gabrielle asked. She looked much older even though only two years had passed.
'I can bring him out now?" Fleur repeated Gabrielle's words inside her head. Was Cedric already alive?
Harry nodded toward her. Fleur nearly fainted at the sight before her. Sure enough, there he was, actually dressed in normal clothing, not the same clothes he was buried in.
"It must be a dream!" Fleur now repeated in her head. But she knew it wasn't when he said.
"Guess this is my surprise party?" And ran over to kiss her.
Fleur knew in her dreams… Cedric never spoke. She could see him, fell him, smell him, but she could never hear him. To hear his voice after all this time was like a dream.
"Merci, le Potter de Monsieur." Fleur thanked Harry. Then she turned to Cedric. "Et bonjour à vous, mon amour. Deviner le vrai amour dure à jamais, non?"
Translation: And hello to you my love. Guess true love lasts forever, no?
"I love it when you speak French…" Cedric smiled. That smile Fleur missed so much. She kissed him and held him in her arms.
A/N: Now I am aware that moment could never happen. But I hated how Cedric died. It just wasn't fair! I also liked Cecil, she was a cool character that I just made up, and I wanted to include her in the chapter. And Harry was a good friend of Cedric's so of course I had to include him. And Gabrielle is Fleur's sister too, so… I just couldn't leave her out. That and I wanted a happy ending! I'm just that way!