I got asked in a review to clarify Gabrielle's age, so I thought I should share with everyone. In the books Gabrielle is 8 years old and 11 during the Triwizard Tournament and Fleur's wedding respectively. In my story she's about 11 years old when we first meet her and 14 when Fleur gets married.

So with that cleared up, enjoy chapter 2!

Flutterby, Butterfly.

Over the next couple of years Harry and Gabrielle didn't contact each other but they did think of the other often. Many times over the years, they contemplated writing to the other, just to see how they were, but they never did, realising that they weren't nearly close enough to warrant surprise owls.

When they did finally meet each other again it was two years after the Triwizard Tournament at the wedding of Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour. As he stood in the garden of the Burrow with Ron and Hermione, Harry couldn't help but stare at the vision that was walking out of the house.

With her silvery-blond hair curled and piled atop her head, Gabrielle looked around the busy garden at all the wedding guests mulling around, her dark blue eyes finally coming to rest on Harry, blue and green locking on each other, everything and everyone around them fading into the background. After what felt like hours, but was in reality only seconds, of the two looking at no one but each other they're gaze was broken by Fleur leaving the house behind Gabrielle.

Afterwards, while everyone was dancing and celebrating Harry stood on the outside of the dance floor, his recent conversation with Doge still running in his head, when he felt a small soft hand enter his own. Looking over he saw Gabrielle smiling shyly up at him, "Will you dance with me, 'arry?" she asked cautiously, as though she were afraid he would say no.

"It will be a pleasure," Harry whispered, walking her onto the dance floor, wrapping her in his arms and leading her in a slightly clumsy dance around the dance floor, the two of them giggling as they tried to avoid stepping on each other's toes and those of other guests. Eventually they two came to a graceful stop on the outskirts of the dance floor, the two looking into the other's eyes while the world carried on around them. Tilting her head up ever so slightly, Gabrielle began to close her eyes as Harry moved closer, only for them to be interrupted by the entrance of Kingsley's Lynx patronus, warning them that the Ministry had fallen.

Realising exactly that meant Harry quickly grabbed Gabrielle's hand and pulled her back onto the dance floor towards her sister and new brother-in-law, leaving her with them with a final parting smile before disappearing into the panicked crowd, the loud pop telling her that Harry had managed to escape.

"You must go back to France Gabrielle," Bill told her a couple of weeks after his wedding and the fall of the Ministry. "It's too dangerous for you to be here," he tried to explain to her for what felt like the hundredth time.

"But I can 'elp 'ere, I can 'elp with the 'ealing," she tried to tell him, wanting desperately to stay with her sister.

"You 'ave to go back to Beauxbatons Gabrielle. You 'ave to finish your education," Fleur told her little sister. "Please little sister. You cannot stay here anymore, it is too dangerous. You have to go back to mamma and papa," she told her, wishing that she wouldn't argue with anymore and accept that she couldn't remain in Britain.

Realising that her sister and brother-in-law would not back down, Gabrielle sighed and resigned herself to her fate, retreating to the outside while her sister fought at the front with her new family. "Will you write to me then soeur? Tell that you are alive and okay," she begged of her older sister, the two of them wrapping each other in their arms in a comforting hug, both of them realising – neither willing to admit – that that moment might be the last time they see each other.

"I promise you. Now please gather your things and go home," Fleur told her, taking the younger girls face between her hands, bathing in the love and trust she could see shining from her sisters bright blue eyes.

It took Gabrielle a couple of days to get over the fact she had been – in her opinion – exiled to Beauxbatons. But while she was researching her homework in the vast library one night, she stumbled upon something that she thought might make life a little easier for one person in particular. It was with that in mind that she secretly took the book and promised herself that she would stop at nothing in order to master the intricate spell work.

And that's exactly what she did; spending hours and hours at night, when everyone else had fallen asleep, perfectly the smallest of wand movements until finally, result.

She had conjured them.

"Now how do I send them?" she said to herself as she watched them dance around her in the quiet bedroom.

Well there you go, chapter 2. I know that compared to my usual stories, the chapters of this story are short, but I'm trying something new, and I think that this works.

Anyway, let me know what you think

Lady Mimi Alice.