Value of a Fleur
by
Mi Hi Lover (Tenzin - Slytherin)
Character - Fleur Delacour
Faairytale - Rapunzel
Molly Weasley sobbed as the day broke out.
Her son, her only son was gone and snatched away from her without her even being able to say goodbye.
The baron of the local village had left a single note saying that her son was arraigned for being a "witch!"
Molly felt angry at the baron, it was a blasphemy! First of all her son Bill was a man, so he was a "wizard" not a witch, and none of the other village women had their sons taken away from them!
The only thing that made her slightly calm was the single Fleur in the front porch of her little cottage in Edinburgh.
She had always called it a Fleur instead of just a flower because it held special significance to her.
Her son Bill had found the seedling of it when he was just a wee boy and when he had started crawling.
Bill had gone into the grass that used to grow on the front sward and he had picked up a seed with his tiny miniscule hands and giggled.
Molly had run out of the cottage panicked because she couldn't find her son and she had found him just a few minutes later curiously inspecting a tiny seed.
Molly had smiled at the childish innocence her son showed and the next day she had planted the seed and Bill had watered it with a beaming face.
Molly shook herself out of remembrance and hobbled her way to her bed to go to sleep.
Meanwhile 1 meadow away there was a whining blonde woman and a bushed blonde man.
"Alain!"
Alain Delacour looked up wearily to where his femme enceinte was, and replied with a rather tired tone.
"Oui Latitia?"
Latitia Delacour huffed and crossed her arms.
"Je suis si constamment fatigué et malheureux depuis que le bébé était dans Mon ventre!"
Alain regarded with wife with weariness.
"Je vois, et ce qui pourrait être fait pour régler votre malheur Mon amour?"
Latitia pondered this for a bit and then her eyes lit up as she spotted what she wanted.
She threw her head back and cast her hand to her forehead.
"Oh, mais la seule chose qui pourrait me rendre heureuse une fois de plus est la seule fleur qui se trouve sur le perron de cette femme avec le fils qui est une sorcière!"
Alain sighed; his wife had always had a thing for art dramatique. But it piqued his attention that there could be something out there that could stop his wife from being so insufferable as the English called it!
"Très bien Mon amour, je vais chercher cette fleur pour toi!"
Then for some strange reason Latitia just went unconscious after that and Alain who was so worn down from working 23 hours at the village mill that he just went to sleep on the table he had previously been writing on a piece of parchment on.
The next day Alain set off to trek off to the old woman's cottage.
He cursed as his legs fell tired from the walk, the old woman's cottage seemed further than it was before, or maybe it was just that the meadow was really big?
"Honnêtement, je devrais brûler cette prairie!"
When he finally reached the little cottage he panted for breath and leaned on one banister to catch his breath.
He then shook his head and while he was shaking his head he caught sight of a flower.
A Fleur Pouvoir to be exact, a rare British flower more commonly known as Flower Power, and just the flower his wife wanted!
Alain carefully surveyed his surroundings and snatched the flower out of its pot, then made a break for it.
He went halfway across the meadow before a loud resounding CRACK, made him stop in his tracks and look behind him for the perpetrator of that noise.
As Alain screamed in terror of a very frightening red headed woman he faintly heard the THUD of the flower falling out of his hands.
Even as Alain stepped back in fright he still had enough comprehensive thought to realise that flowers did not make a thud sound!
Molly snarled at the imbecile who dared steal the precious flower that meant so much to her.
Suddenly she felt lightheaded and fainted. Her anger had tapped into her magic and gone straight to her brain, causing a premilanary shock wave throughout her body making her lose consciousness.
Alain quickly picked up the flower and ran out of there as soon as the old woman lost consciousness.
As he reached his own house he panted for breath, and pushed his door open with one hand carefully caressing the flower in his other hand.
He let out a shout of victory.
"OUI! La victoire est la mienne, mon amour, c'est votre précieuse fleur!"
Latitia Delacour stood upright from her place on the old worn down couch in their house and let out a little shriek of delight.
"Oh, c'est merveilleux Alain!"
Alain handed his wife the flower and triumphantly marched to the couch and sat on it with a grin the size of an adult hippo!
Molly Weasley rubbed one hand on her head and looked around with a confused expression on her face.
Why was she in a meadow?
Then it dawned on her again.
That pesky blond man from the house across the meadow she was currently in had stolen her precious Fleur!
Molly fumed, she would have to teach that man a lesson.
She lifted herself up from the ground and Apparated back to her cottage.
She spent many suns brewing a special potion and cackled most unlike herself.
That'll teach him a lesson to take my flower! Thought Molly viciously.
She took 2 vials of the potion and went outside to her orchid which held an array of apple trees.
Molly was careful to put just 1 tiny drop on each apple and cast a spell on it.
"Permissum Pomum ut grow inter meus orchid exsisto irresistable ut ullus humanus!"
At the Delacour household, Latitia Delacour was having another of her whining fits.
"Alain! Je veux pommes, en particulier les pommes en provenance d'orchidées de la vieille femme! Je les veux tout de suite! «
Alain groaned, did Latitia haveto have this thing ? Apparently according to her she did, Alain resigned himself that he would have to get it.
But not now no, after he had gotten some sleep!
The next morning when Alain had got enough sleep he put on a warm fuzzy cloak to keep out the cold of winter's morning freeze.
Alain didn't even have his morning breakfast; he just headed straight out, eager to finally appease his wife.
Alain was so eager that once he had gotten there he didn't even notice the old woman marching straight out to her back orchid; he was really quite entranced with the Apples there.
Molly smiled coldly and said in her iciest voice.
"Excuse me sir, but may I ask what you are doing in my orchid?"
Alain trembled but found some courage deep within to say.
"Please mademoiselle! My wife, Mon amour, is pregnant and she says that she is unhappy! The only thing that can make her happy again is the Apples in your orchid!"
Molly frowned and then scowled.
"Isn't enough that you've stolen my precious Fleur? But you have to take my Apples too?"
Alain quivered once more.
Molly smirked within; this would make the man pay.
"Oh, my Apples are rather precious but on one condition shall I give them to you!"
Alain was so relieved that he didn't even think of what he said next.
"Oh Oui! Anything! I just want some Apples to appease my wife!"
"Oh, on the condition that you give me your first born daughter shall I give the Apples to you!"
"Of course!"
Molly picked the ripest, juiciest Apples in her orchid, conjured a basket using magic, and put them in the basket.
Alain ignored the fact that the woman had just used magic and just eagerly dashed off back to his house.
When he arrived back at his house he cried out in triumph just like he had when he had gotten the flower.
He pushed open the door and cried out.
"LATITIA! Ma femme, j'ai trouvé la pomme que vous avez demandé!'
Latitia broke into a smile for once and clapped her hands together.
She beckoned Alain to come closer, and he did as ordered.
Latitia snatched an apple from the basket as quick as lightning and took a bite out of it.
She moaned in delight, it was heavenly.
The rest of the day happened without incident and for that Alain was glad.
The next day however, little Fleur was born, she was named Fleur because of the first thing Alain had taken from the old woman's cottage and subconsciously Alain remembered his assurance to the woman.
Molly Weasley rubbed her hands together and smiled.
Today was the day!
Molly Apparated herself to the Delacour's and then therein lied the unfolding drama that began.