"Fuck come on Fleur breathe!"

"She's going into shock! Someone fucking help me!"

"Breathe dammit!"

"Get Molly!"

"Fleur stay with us!"

Clear blue eyes opened as a certain French Veela slowly regained consciousness. Blinking a few times confusion swam through her muddled mind as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Her mind was blank as she looked up at the light coloured ceiling in front of her.

Suddenly, as quick as a lightning, her memories returned to her and she tried to sit up. She gasped as her body ached all over, her joints protested while her muscles tightened of their own accord causing Fleur horrible discomfort. The sound of a door opening drew her attention, wincing in discomfort she turned her head and was greeted by the image of a certain Weasley.

"Oh Merlin..." started Bill Weasley as he stared at her in disbelief before turning his head to the side and shouting excitedly.

"She's awake!" he yelled happily before entering the room with a happy smile on his face. Fleur watched him with a confused frown on her beautiful face as Bill strode over to the bed she was on before standing at the side.

"How are you feeling?" he asked as he continued to smile down at the French witch. Looking thoughtful for a moment Fleur answered him honestly.

"Sore and achy...what 'appened Bill? Wiz ze Death Eaters...I cannot remember anyzing" his smile fell from his face as he looked away from Fleur questioning look. Internally he was debating with himself on what he should tell her in her condition. His thoughts were brought to a swift end when a joyous yell exploded into the room.

A flash of gold zoomed across the room and jumped onto the bed before either Bill or Fleur could blink. A pair of arms wrapped themselves around the French Veela's neck while something wet dampened her neck and shoulder.

"Gabrielle?" questioned Fleur in confusion as the younger Delacour released her older sister and sat up on the side of the bed.

"'Ow are you 'ere? I zought zat I told you to stay in France?" Fleur threw Bill an accusing stare but the Weasley frowned at her in response.

"Mozzer iz downstairs at ze moment wiz Mrs Weasley. Monsieur Weasley contacted us when your condition began to deteriorate since mozzer is of course one of ze best curse breakers in ze world" explained Gabrielle. Curse?

"Mozzer is 'ere? What curse?" asked Fleur in confusion. The two sisters turned to Bill as they heard his sigh.

"Rudolphus cursed you with something no one had ever seen before. It attacked your organs Fleur and was forcing them to shut down by squeezing them. We had little time to act and no one with the right skills so I called Apolline" Fleur's accusing eyes softened as she stared at Bill. How could she be angry with someone who had helped save her life?

"Where iz 'Ermione?" asked Fleur suddenly, breaking the silence. Gabrielle and Bill exchanged a look that set Fleur slightly on edge.

"Where is she?" she demanded as her eyes darted between the two. Bill nodded at Gabrielle and the little Delacour offered Fleur a sad smile before departing the room. Bill walked over and sat where Gabrielle did and carefully held Fleur's hand.

"What do you remember about the train?" asked Bill quietly as he stroked the back of her hand unconsciously. Fleur threw him a look which told him she knew he was stalling but she answered regardless.

"I remember dealing wiz Fenrir Greyback on top of one of ze carriages...zen I joined Mademoiselle Tonks as she fought against Rudolphus and Rabastan near ze fallen carriage..." Bill waited patiently as Fleur stopped her explanation and grew thoughtful for a few moments. Just as Bill feared he watched Fleur's eyes widen in realization and had to physically restrain the Veela as she moved to get off the bed.

"Let go of me William or so 'elp me..." growled Fleur.

"Fleur you have been in a coma for over a month. You're body is in no condition for you to be straining yourself so you have to take it easy!" barked Bill as he held Fleur by her shoulders.

"Where is she Bill?" demanded Fleur as she stilled underneath his hands. The older Weasley looked down into Fleur's frightened eyes with sorrow.

"Where is 'Ermione?" she asked softly, a pleading tone in her voice which broke Bill's heart. A cough attracted his attention away from Fleur's imploring eyes to focus on the mother of the one he loved. Apolline Delacour.

"William, zank you for your concern for my daughters health but I zink it best if I were to talk to 'er" Bill nodded his head at Apolline with a dazed expression; it seemed that Apolline's Veela blood was distorting his thoughts and was making him compliant with her demands. Fleur watched as Bill stood up and left the room before her mother entered.

"Mozzer 'ow long 'ave I been unconscious?" asked Fleur as the older Delacour sat in a chair next to her daughter's bedside.

"Ma petite you 'ave been unconscious for five weeks" answered Apolline. Fleur blanched at the information. Five weeks! Swallowing her shock and disbelief Fleur observed her mother. Dark rings underlined her mother's captivating blue eyes, the same eyes she and Gabrielle had inherited while her usually well kept hair was slightly greasy and pulled into a loose pony tail. The woman in front of her looked nothing like the woman who had raised her and it grieved Fleur to know how much her unconscious state had affected her mother.

"I am sorry ma mere for making you worry" whispered Fleur. Apolline nodded at her daughter before smiling softly down at her.

"I am just 'appy zat you are awake and recovering" Fleur had missed hearing her mother's voice, a softly toned, musical voice that had always managed to calm her in times of need.

"I 'ave 'eard zat you are in love ma belle...wiz someone called 'Ermione Granger correct?" Fleur looked at her mother in alarm as her thoughts returned to her missing love.

"Ma mere do you know where she iz?" the desperation in her daughters voice pulled at Apolline's heart strings.

"Iz she ze one ma petite?" asked Apolline. Fleur nodded slowly.

"Oui" Fleur stated. Apolline internally despaired at the knowledge, the news that Hermione had been taken by the ones who had put her daughter into a short coma would send the Veela into a frenzy and Fleur would find no rest, rest that she needed, until she found her mate. But did Apolline have the right to keep such information from her daughter?

Apolline knew that if she were in Fleur's position and someone had taken her mate she would want to know but Fleur's condition worried Apolline, her daughter had nearly died and if she had her way Fleur would return with her to France and never again set foot in England. But her mate was here and only Merlin knew what they were doing to Hermione.

The half-Veela closed her eyes and released a sigh. This was quite a dilemma.