Okay, this is really short. I have another bit in mind for Fleur, but it doesn't go with this, so she's getting two chapters. (Greedy, I know!) This fits in with chapters 11 and 12 of my "Birthdays" fic, if you're interested.
Oh, I and I guess this should really be in French, but my French ain't that good. Translate it yourself, if yours is!
Reviews, as always, are appreciated, and make me write faster.
Aftermath – Before the Funeral
Fleur I
On the morning after the Battle, when they have returned to The Burrow, she finds Fred's hand from Molly's clock twisted and broken on the floor. At first, when she picks it up, she does not realise what it is. Then she sees the name on it, and the other hands on the clock finally pointing to "Home", and she realises.
Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny are sitting at the kitchen table, not talking, cups of tea cooling in front of them. Ginny has stopped crying for the first time since they arrived home, although she is still clinging to Harry's hand. Harry himself looks lost. Ron has his head on Hermione's shoulder, both of them looking desolate and very, very young. In the living room, Bill, whose scars were re-opened during the Battle, is lying on the settee talking quietly to his father sitting beside him on a hard chair. Despite the potions Madam Pomfrey has given him, Fleur knows that her husband is still in pain. Charlie is pacing to and fro, apparently unable to keep still. Percy is curled in an armchair, staring at nothing. George is in the other armchair, hunched over with his face hidden in his arms. He is not crying, but is shaking all over. His mother is perched on the arm of his chair, rubbing his back, tears streaming unchecked down her face.
The twisted metal is hard and sharp in Fleur's hand. None of them need to know about this now. She hides it in her pocket and says nothing.
