There you go chapter 3! Sorry for the wait, but life got pretty bad lately but it's all okay again so it's back to the butterflies.
Flutterby, Butterfly.
Chapter Three.
"Go to bed Hermione, I'll be fine," Harry promised her, gently pushing her through the tent flaps and back inside to the warmth, before sitting down next to the small fire, trying to keep warm in the cold winter night. He knew he shouldn't necessarily have the fire still burning, but he couldn't deny himself even the slightest warmth and comfort as he tried to remain optimistic.
It had been six months since the ministry had fallen and Harry, Hermione and Ron had departed on their hunt for the horcruxes and things were not going well. While they had found another horcrux, in the process they had no idea how to actually destroy the blasted thing, but they had also lost Ron after he walked away from them after a huge fight the three friends had.
He was beginning to lose hope.
Leaning forward Harry was just placing another twig onto the dwindling fire when he suddenly had the most beautiful little blue butterfly dancing in front of his eyes. Leaning back so he could see more clearly, he was hypnotised at the delicate little flutters of the little blue wings. He had only seen one other thing move so softly, but his new little butterfly friend certainly came a close second.
He was entranced following the small movements he nearly feel backwards when a soft voice suddenly spoke. "Bonjour Harry," the voice said and Harry quickly recognised it as that of Gabrielle Delacour. "I hope this doesn't alarm you, and don't worry, no one but you can hear or see this, even if you're surrounded by people, and I really hope you're not because I imagine this would be rather distracting and I'm rambling which can't be helping either," the little butterfly announced, making Harry smile affectionately at how nervous Gabrielle's voice sounded.
"It's only a recording so we can't really communicate, but I thought that I would send you some Christmas cheer since it's nearly that time of year," she said, reminding him of how long he had been running for. "In truth, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Fleur sent me back to France not long after you left and I've heard very little from anyone ever since. But I needed a way to help you all, so I found these beautiful little creations," she said her voice breaking slightly.
"Hopefully, if I've cast them properly, they should make you feel happy, like the feeling you get sitting in the sun on a summer's day, a gentle breeze ruffling your hair. A little happiness in these dark times. I wish I could be more helpful, and hopefully you won't mind if I send you more of my little creations. I can feel it when they find you and know you're alive, and it's selfish of me, but I need to know you are okay. All the best Harry, and Happy Holidays," Gabrielle said, the beautiful little butterfly bursting into thousands of blue sparks, before slowly falling into the fire, relighting it almost instantly, bathing the area around Harry in warmth.
Smiling in happiness, Harry laid down on the ground and looking up through the bare branches of the trees that surrounded him, he gazed at the clear night sky at all the stars he could see, and for the first time since he abandoned the Burrow all those months ago, he felt calm – practically happy!
And it was all thanks to a little blue butterfly, from a beautiful blue eyed girl.
That night, in the warm and secure confines of her Beauxbatons room, Gabrielle woke to a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach, a happy smile spreading across her face as she realised exactly what that meant.
Harry was still alive.