Dr. Bruno Payne talked in a sluggish manner. Walked slowly, talked slowly, and even looked around slowly. His complete lack of speed made Bill's current anxious position even worse. She's pregnant? Fleur? Sure, maybe a small part of him wanted it, but another part of him wanted to run. He was just stuffing his pockets in deep thought when suddenly the elevator door opened and they were in Fleur's room.

She was laughing softly with her brother-in-law Ron, and he made cheesy jokes while Hermione said she needed rest. That was before everyone saw Bill enter the room. Fleur's lips mouthed his name like a pale phantom. Hermione brushed her hands on her pink mesh skirt, worry obvious on her face. Ron just stared, drooling. "Would you all like to give Mr. Bill and Ms. Fleur a moment of privacy?" Dr. Payne drawled. They left quickly and quietly out of the black glass door. When the white room was empty except for the doctor and the couple, Bill sat beside Fleur immediately, breathing her in and caressing her arm.

"So, let's start with what we know, shall we?" Dr. Payne began, flipping through a clipboard. "Less than one month pregnant. Yes, good to know early on. We know it's expected June. We can't give any more details on the date."

"Is that all you know Dr. . . Hayne?" Fleur asked.

"Dr. Payne." He drawled slowly. "We know more. The rest that we know is not good though."

The tension in the room was enough to break a window. Fleur's voice was cracked as she spoke, her hand automatically going to her stomach. "W-What's the bad news?" Her knuckles turned white. When the doctor avoided her eyesight, she swallowed deeply. "Tell it then. Or will I have to ask for someone else."

"Calm down, darling." Bill brushed her hair with his fingers.

"Ok. Your reaction, Fleur, was not a good sign. Were you able to sleep?" Dr. Payne asked, his black eyes on his paper.

"I couldn't sleep, no. But that's not bad is it?"

"Not exactly, no." Dr. Payne slurred. "The way you consumed food in a sleepwalk-like-trance and then vomited it up as waste, only to collapse. . . well, it very much tired your immune system. Then, while you were unconscious, I think that a Kneezyrow—a mosquito than can be known to carry muggle diseases into the wizarding world—bit your arm, extracting into your blood a muggle disease we have yet to identify. Until you show symptoms, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do except hope it doesn't spread to the child." He bowed his head. "I'm sorry. Do you need some time alone?"

Bill nodded and Fleur murmured. Dr. Payne left. They turned to each other. "Oh my goodness, you scared me so much. I—Fleur—I just didn't even—" Fleur put a finger to his lip, ending his speech.

"I love you."

"Yes, but know. . . ugh, why is this scaring me so much?" Bill drove a hand through his hair. "I knew this day would come soon. I mean the part about the kid, not the muggle disease. Never thought about that." Bill sighed. "My dad reads a lot about muggle things. Among them, he's come up upon their diseases. And without magic providing quick cures, it's horrible. Horrible, Fleur." He shuddered.

"Bill you're scaring me." Fleur retreated.

"No. I just—" He had never looked so defeated in his life. "I know wizards and healers can help way better than anyone, but still, Fleur. . ." He hesitantly placed his hand over Fleur's still flat belly. "We have so much more on the line now." A tear fell down Fleur's cheek.

"I'm going to be fine." The raggedness of her voice told Bill not to push the argument any farther. "Go talk with your family. They need to hear something from you." She smiled weakly. Bill kissed her forehead and pushed himself to the ground. He walked out the door, finding a close Ron and Hermione whispering on the bench beside the door.

When Bill came out, like a soldier of war they stood to him, eyes wide. Bill's mouth quivered, knowing that the words were easier to say than what he had so angrily pushed to the back of his mind. But he didn't even want to utter the mention that his perfect Fleur was ill. . . and nobody knew how to help her. So instead, Ron understood, and he dived toward his brother in a hug.

"Bill. . . I'm so sorry." He said.

"Me too." Bill sighed. "I should've come to Fred's funeral. I regretted it since that very day. I should've been there for all of you and I wasn't. I'm not worthy of the title big brother." Bill clasped around Ron, hoping to squeeze every fault of his own into a forgiving embrace.

Ron laughed softly in his ear. "You're always there, Bill. I understand if you just needed time to be alone. We all did.".

"I'll be in the car. You both need privacy." Hermione bowed her head and the two brothers heard her heels clank down the quiet hallway. When she was gone the brothers tore apart gently and sat down on the bench again, each lost in thoughts.

When they realized they realized that they're troubles were going unheard of, Bill and Ron released it into the open at the exact same moment. "I'm so worried about Fleur—" Bill had a look of utter shock on his face. What he thought he had just could not have been true. But what if it was? His brother—? As Ron looked bewildered and red-faced, Bill's lit up with glee.

"Dear brother, brother, brother," he clicked his tongue. "Did I just hear you say that you're in love with Hermione Jean Granger." With each word Bill's voice lifted into an even higher tune. Ron closed his eyes as he nodded "yes." The squeal released from Bill's mouth was like the excited scream of Ginny when she got her Hogwarts letter so, so long ago. "You've got to tell her, Ron! Please, please, please, tell her! Oh, that would be amazing!" His thought from earlier came back into his mind like a tsunami. Before Ron could speak, Bill was at it again. "Fleur and I were talking earlier about renewing our vows. You know, in a ceremony not overrun by Death Eaters and Dementors. That was awful. And I would be so honored if my do over wedding was your. . . wedding." Bill melted a little.

"Stop!" Ron exclaimed before Bill could start planning the exact color of the flowers and who would sit with who and if Hermione should wear Aunt Muriel's tiara instead of Fleur this time around. "I'm not going to tell her. At least yet." Bill looked disappointed.

"Ron, if you're too afraid to do it, she'll never know."

"Yeah, but it's been a month that we've been dating. No one says 'I love you' after a month of dating. What kind of love-deprived, heart-drooling, puppy-eyed, teddy-stuffer does that?" Ron waved his hand lazily.

"I believe the type of love-deprived, heart-drooling, puppy-eyed, teddy-stuffer you're talking about is me." Out of nowhere, seemingly, came Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley. Arthur smiled and put a hand on his hip. "Hello Bill, Ron. Wonderful to see you." Bill stood up and gave him a hug. Molly kissed his cheek and hugged him politely but said nothing. "Ron sent us a message about Fleur. Is the darling alright? Can we see her?" Arthur asked. Molly rolled her eyes; she had never liked the French Fleur very much, but that was a known fact which everyone accepted by now.

Bill peaked into her room, but found her sound asleep in her bed, hands cupped on her stomach. "Also, on a side-note, Ron said there was big news." Arthur took a seat on the bench beside Ron. "So?"

For a moment of suspense, Bill waited. He made his mother and father savor the moment before he released his news. "You guys are getting old you know." Bill began.

"Oh, c'mon, son. Enough with the old jokes. Your mother and I have heard it all, have we not?" Arthur groaned.

"What?" Bill teased. "It's just that you're getting so old, it seems you're just like grandparents now." For a moment the air was filled with untouched confusion. Then, all too suddenly, they leaped into the air, getting the sly release of information from their eldest son.

Surprisingly, it was Molly who spoke first, showing her excitement. "Oh dear Gryffindor, are you sure!" She hugged him. The upcoming life of another forgives my awful reaction to the death of my brother, eh Mother? Bill thought, but he didn't dare say that. The excitement was soon tinted by worry. "What about. . . Fleur. Is she okay? Is the—child. . .? Molly Weasley couldn't bear to say the question looming overhead.

Bill's tongue suddenly tasted bitter. "I—We—don't know. I'm hoping for the best." With his tone, it was obvious he didn't want to discuss that subject anymore.

For the next half an hour, Arthur, Molly, Bill, and Ron debated the names of the child soon to come. "If it's a girl, name her Joanna," Molly argued.

"Molly dear Joanna is an awful name. You tried to name Ginny that remember?" Bill argued.

"Yes, Mother, Joanna is not a name I like. What about Miranda?" Bill asked back for opinions. Everyone shook their heads for a moment, thinking.

Molly rolled her eyes. "Miranda is a nice name. . . I had a teacher in Hogwarts when I was in my second year. Miranda Brownbird, potions substitute teacher." She stopped. "Ah, why don't you name the child after me? Molly J. Weasley the Second." She sighed. Everyone laughed.

"Fleur will never go for that. Ever." Ron chuckled. "Besides, what if it's a boy? I personally like the name Arron. Or Jones. Or Otis."

"Otis?" Molly, Arthur, and Bill said at once. "Who gave you that name? I'm old school, but even I don't like a name that old." Arthur squinted. "Though Otis does have a nice cozy ring to it. . . Otis Weasley. . . eh," Arthur shrugged. "I bet Fleur wouldn't like it. I kind of do now, actually." He whistled carelessly.

A shock passed through Bill's spine. "Speak of Fleur, I'm going to say goodnight and head out. I think maybe she should stay here for the night." Bill stated. Before he went into Fleur's room, he looked back at everyone. "Mother, I'll ask her about Joanna. Father, I'll ask about Otis, and Ron, I'll ask about Arron and Jones, in the morning, Ok?"

Everyone nodded, satisfied.

Bill entered the cold room. Fleur looked so peaceful as she slept. It was like watching an angel, with the moonlight shining through the window on her pale and soft skin. Her breath leaving her chest in puffs of air. She was perfection. Bill kissed her forehead and smiled, saying goodnight. With a flick of his wand, he vanished through the air and through the night.

"I never noticed that you snore so much." The voice was warm and loving and full. . . and familiar. He opened one eye slowly, not sure if he was dreaming. He never thought to see her. With her hair like the moon over her shoulders and wispy. She wore a dark blue silk robe and on her delicate wrist was a bright green wristband. "Surprise." She whispered.

"You aren't supposed to be here." Bill's voice quavered. Because of his worry, his shock, and his morning grogginess. "I—Was going to meet you at St. Mungo's. . . what, Fleur?" Bill shook his head full of fiery hair.

"Eh. I came over instead." She shrugged and sat on the bed beside Bill. "They ran some tests and I'm not going to die. Yippee. I can't travel by magical means though and. . . and. . ." Fleur began to say something, but her face crumpled and she sneezed. Once. Twice. Three times and then once again. Four times she sneezed into her elbow. "I can't drink and eat certain foods, but you know. Nothing horrible." She sneezed once more.

"Are you alright? You're sneezing quite much." Bill patted her head.

Sounding stuffy, she said, "Well, I might have a cold, or the flu, but we have other things to worry about. Like this," she pointed to her stomach, "and a renewal of our vows." Her face lit up.

Bill was shocked. "We're—we're doing that?" He gawked. "I didn't think you do that." He grinned.

"I didn't." Flatly she spoke. "Until I was scared out of my wits. I was so afraid, and it made me think that I want a perfect wedding. The fairytale wedding I'd dreamed of since I was six. A wedding little Gabrielle can come to and burst into tears, knowing she may never be able to top it." She giggled. "Currently, my little sister only remembers being carried away in a fright as Death Eaters took over our betrothal." She said. "People say you only get one first impression. They're wrong. If I have anything to do about it, this will be the wedding people remember." Her eyes shone.

"Uh-huh." Bill gulped. Seeing her here again, normal, had completely floored him. "I really do love you, Fleur." He leaned toward her, stroking her hair.

Fleur smiled tenderly. "I know."

The couple kissed and held hands for a long time. Before long, it had gone from morning to noon, and until Fleur became tired, they were together.

Afterwards, Bill went to the kitchen finding that Fleur had prepared a full meal of homemade pop-tarts, French Toast roll ups, apple cinnamon smoothies, pineapple and blueberries, and bacon. He thanked her under his breath as he dug in. Sipping on his smoothie, he found a yellow legal pad on the chair where Fleur would've sat. Something was written in her small handwriting. . . a title. Bill gasped as he read it.

The title was Names. There were two columns: BOY and GIRL. There was only one name under the "Boy" column.

Hugo.

Bill picked up the pencil and began to fill in the list.