Bill closed his eyes and she knew. She knew he was gone forever. Fleur was strong but she could never be that kind of strong. So as she squeezed tighter to him in his arms, she, too, closed her eyes.
They appeared in Gringotts, where they had spent most of their time together when they were younger.
"You should have stayed," Bill said gently.
"I couldn't," Fleur whispered. "I'm sorry."
"That's okay. Once we get there, we can watch over Victoire, Dom and Louis. And see Fred," Bill said.
"Get where?"
"Where we're going."
"You look younger," Fleur said, stepping back slightly. "You're not scarred."
"You're younger too and my scars are gone for good," Bill said.
"I liked them," she murmured.
"I got used to them," he countered.
"Can we go? I want to see our kids," Fleur smiled reminiscently.
"I want to see them too. Let's go," Bill said.
Hand in hand, they walked towards the gates of Gringotts. Ready for the afterlife.