Fleur had been held under the Cruciatus for too long and her mind had begun to fray. Bits of her personality went first losing the haughty, flightiness of childhood. Then some of her less important memories like her favorite dessert and the names of her imaginary friends.
Then, right before her losses became irreversible, her mind cracked and she lost control of her thoughts. All her consciousness was aware of pain and only pain. She prayed, begged, and pleaded for it to end. She professed loyalty, fealty, her life and all others to anyone who could help, to Krum if he would just stop, but the pain continued unabated.
After an eternity, on the cusp of losing all of herself, the curse was stopped. By this point Fleur had no discernible thoughts and just slipped in and out of consciousness. She saw flashes of a duel; deathly spells and horrific hexes flying between Krum and her savior. It all faded until she felt herself be cradled and red sparks shoot up.
There in the arms of her savior, all she saw was the angelic face of Harry Potter. He came for her. He stopped the curse. Not her parents, not Madame Maxime, not Dumbledore, nor either ministry. No, it was the boy who she had discounted and was proven her wrong multiple times. He had taken out Krum and saved her from an eternity of torture. He came for her.
Fleur, groggy and weak, blinked up at Harry, her savior. She couldn't believe he had risked his life for her, for someone he barely knew. She wanted to thank him, to pour out her gratitude, but her voice was barely a whisper.
"Harry," she managed to croak out, her voice barely audible.
He leaned closer, his emerald eyes filled with concern. "Don't strain yourself, Fleur," he said softly. "You're safe now."
She mustered all her remaining strength to weakly grip his hand. "You... you saved me," she murmured, tears welling up in her eyes. "I never expected..."
He squeezed her hand gently, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You don't have to thank me, Fleur. It was the right thing to do."
She closed her eyes, the weight of her exhaustion pulling her back into darkness. Harry's presence gave her a sense of peace, even in her fragile state. She knew she would be alright—the boy who had surprised her time and time again was by her side.
As she drifted off, a faint smile played on her lips. Despite everything she had lost, she had gained something more precious than she could have imagined—an unwavering hero who had come for her.