Author's note: Still don't own 'em. And I thought I was done…but this one kept whirring around my head today. It went in a different direction, and it's kind of odd…and much longer than the others. And the person who asked for Fleur specifically might recognize a theme in the last bit. Yep, I went there.

Fleur

On her wedding day, her mother had pulled Fleur aside and placed a small potion into her hand. Fleur's eyes had grown wide, and she had shaken her head when she recognized the mixture, but her mother had simply pressed the bottle more firmly in her daughter's hand before whispering, "Use zis when you need to."

Though she nodded and embraced her mother, Fleur had vowed to herself that she would never, ever use the powerful Veela enticement potion on her new husband. Weeks later, when the Death Eater attacks were growing in number each day and disappearances were happening with alarming frequency, Fleur found herself with that very bottle in her hand, tipping mere drops of the mixture in her husband's tea. She knew its power and speed, and she figured that she could convince Bill to pack their belongings, board up Shell Cottage, and travel to France before the effects wore off.

She was waiting with the tea when her husband returned from a particularly long and arduous Order assignment. As he settled and made himself comfortable, he spoke not of the day's task or even the fears of all the wizarding world. Instead, so that he could reassure them both, he told a sweet, funny story from his own childhood. Then Fleur knew she couldn't pull him away from his family. He needed to fight for his home, and he would not be content to hide in hers. With a sigh of regret and an uncharacteristically clumsy motion, she dropped the tea and excused herself to clean up the mess.

When she reached the kitchen, a simple vanishing spell removed the remaining potion. Then Fleur straightened her spine, put a smile on her face, and took her rightful place beside her husband. Even years later, she could never tell anyone, not even her mother, what she'd almost done.

FDW

Fleur loves her daughter. No one who saw them together or heard her speak of Victoire would ever claim differently. However, as a young wife, Fleur had no intention of settling down and having children so soon.

One of the things that kept her sane during the war was the thought that when it was all over, she and Bill would enjoy the world they'd fought so hard to save. While they were young and strong, they would travel. He would show her his Egypt, and she would introduce him to all the wonders of her beloved France. Then they would go to lands they'd only ever imagined and explore these new places together.

Of course, Fleur had to put those dreams on hold. Even when the war ended, there was rebuilding to be done and hearts to be mended. Fleur watched helplessly as her husband and his family mourned Fred and all the others who had been lost. She could count on one hand the number of smiles she'd seen on her husband's face since the final battle, and she herself grieved because she could tell that these rare smiles never reached his beautiful eyes.

One day she finally heard something that she thought had been lost forever – her husband's laugh. The entire Weasley family and many friends were celebrating a birthday at the Burrow several months after the war was over. Though everyone tried, the occasion was somber, and laughs were uncommon. Fleur was thrilled when she heard that beautiful sound coming from low in Bill's throat, and she made her way over to see what had caused it. When she saw little Teddy Lupin sitting on Bill's lap, she knew what she had to do. A child, of course, could not replace Fred or even really take away the grief they suffered, but she knew it would bring joy back into her husband's life, and it was her duty to do just that.

That night, Fleur conveniently forgot to recite the contraception charm her mother had diligently taught her when she'd come of age. Nine months later, an impatient cry filled the bedroom at Shell Cottage, and even through her own exhaustion, Fleur saw that her husband's smile, scars and all, was more beautiful than she'd ever seen it. She still felt a little regret as she realized that many of the dreams she had for herself would now be given up in favor of the tiny bundle in her arms.

Everyone made sacrifices for the war. Some just made them long after the final curse was spoken. Fleur never told a soul of hers.

FDW

The secrets you keep for yourself can be difficult, but those kept for another can be heartbreaking. Fleur learned this several years after the war.

It was a quiet, beautiful day, one of the rare ones where Fleur found herself quite alone. The children were visiting with their cousins, and Bill was traveling for work, so Fleur had taken the day for herself. She visited a few shops, met some friends for tea, and enjoyed many simple activities that a busy mother of two rarely gets the chance to do.

As the sun was nearly setting, she found herself walking towards the small cemetery near Hogsmede where so many fallen had been laid to rest after the final battle. It only took a moment for her to acknowledge why her feet were steering her there today. It was a special day for two of those who were buried there now.

In the midst of a wizarding war, Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks had been married on this very day years before. With a sad smile, Fleur immediately took out her wand and conjured cheerful daisies to honor them.

When she neared their grave site, she was not surprised to see that other flowers were already there. Of course other would remember, as well. She was, however, shocked when she saw a single, red-headed figure crouching at the grave. Her shock grew when she saw his hands covering a tear stained face.

Without thinking, Fleur stepped forward and placed a steadying hand on her brother-in-law's shoulder. It took him a moment, but he looked up at her. He didn't…or possibly couldn't…say a word, but Fleur saw the truth in his eyes.

When she found her voice, Fleur simply asked, "All this time?"

Charlie simply nodded. It took him a few moments, but he was able to calm himself. Before he apparated home, however, he placed a single red rose on Tonks's grave and whispered to his sister-in-law. "Please don't say anything…to anyone."

Fleur wasn't sure if he heard her reply, but she knew she would honor his request. After all, this wasn't her secret to tell.