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Finding Him Happiness	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing nor do I make any money of the Harry Potter movies or books (I mean, honestly, if I did, do you realize how dark and perverted they would be. It certainly wouldn't be a children's book).

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Title: Finding Him Happiness

Author: Slytherinjunkie

Rating:PG13

Pairing(s): Bill/Fleur, Bill/Luna

Warnings (if any): Death of a character, mourning :’(

Disclaimer: JK Rowling retains the ownership of all characters and settings borrowed from the Harry Potter series of books.

Summary: Fleur plays matchmaker for her husband when her days become numbered.

Authors notes: Even though I finished this fic months ago, I have finally decided to post it. I wrote this for the Bill Ficathon fest and found that while writing it, I was actually using it as a way to heal from all of the loss that I have had this past year (I’ve lost a lot of people this year—the hardest death being my young cousin who passed away at the age of sixteen).

As I was reading through it today and preparing it to post, I didn’t realize how much heart I put into it until in the middle of it, I began to cry. I wrote this from a very sad and deep place and chances are, you will need a box of tissues by the end of it (at least, everyone who reviewed it during the fest did). Still, I hope that by the end of this fic, you feel at least some semblance of peace and acceptance.

As always, reviews are appreciated—even for something as sad as this fic :)

Enjoy!

Fleur Weasley sat on a cold table in the freezing examination room. She had been sitting in that same spot for more than thirty minutes, waiting for the results of her test. It was ridiculous, really, how they were making her wait for so long. She’d already endured all of their poking and prodding and even requested a special day off of work for her to be at this appointment. She found it quite rude that they would make her wait this long.

But Fleur was willing to endure it all. She and her husband Bill had been trying to have children for more than three years and after many frustrating pregnancy tests that came up negative, they decided it was best to get some fertility testing done to figure out what was wrong.

Bill’s test had been quite simple. He simply had to give them a semen sample. Not only was Bill’s sperm count healthy, but that it was higher than normal. One really shouldn’t have expected anything less with a family as large as his.

So then the focus went to Fleur. Her tests were a lot more invasive and intensive. She actually had to go through two grueling weeks of checking her hormone balance, her egg count and suffering many other female reproductive tests that could have factored into her infertility problems.

They were invasive procedures but Fleur was happy to figure out what was going wrong in order to take the next step towards starting her family.

The door finally opened and the Mediwitch walked into the room.

Butterflies ignited in Fleur’s stomach. Gods, she was so nervous. The last thing she wanted to hear was that there was nothing they could do to help her start a family.

“Well, Mrs. Weasley, we have found out why you have been having problems conceiving,” the Mediwitch said.

“Yes, yes, that is what I am here for. What are the results?” Fleur asked impatiently.

The Mediwitch put her clip board-down, her face grim and dark. Fleur knew right away that whatever news she had, it wasn’t good news.

“Mrs. Weasley, you have ovarian cancer.”

Fleur simply stared at the woman, her entire body numb.

“What?”

“You have ovarian cancer. Your right ovary has a tumor almost bigger than the ovary itself. The tumor has spread to your fallopian tube and uterus and is just beginning to spread into the cervix.”

Fleur continued to stare, the information going through one ear and coming out of the other.

“The tumor looks as if it has been there for quite some time. Unfortunately, the tumor cannot simply be taken out since the major blood vessels of your reproductive system are connected to it.”

Despite her blank stare, the Mediwitch continued telling Fleur about cancer.

“Other treatments are available; however with a tumor that size, there is little chance that the tumor will be destroyed.”

Fleur, who had not spoken, finally voiced her fear.

“Will I die?”

The Mediwitch gave Fleur a sad look.

“I’m afraid you don’t have much time left, Mrs. Weasley.”

Fleur nodded faintly and slid from the examination table.

“Thank you,” Fleur said faintly.

The Mediwitch looked at Fleur with a concern.

“Will you be alright, Mrs. Weasley? Do you need for me to call anyone? Maybe your husband?”

Fleur gave the Mediwitch a brittle smile.

“No … no, I … I need some time to myself. But thank you. ”

She walked out of the examination room and down the long, sterile hallway before taking the lift down to the ground level.

A few more steps and she was outside of St. Mungos, staring blankly at the hustle and bustle of people going in and out of the entrance of the hospital.

Fleur walked to a park nearby, barely recalling how her numb legs managed to carry her there.

She sat down on the park bench. The day was quite beautiful. The trees were green with life and the temperature perfect.

It was with a heavy heart that she realized that soon she’d never be able to enjoy a day like this ever again.

A young couple passed her, holding hands as they pushed a stroller forward. The baby had red hair, and was chewing on a toy while cooing happily.

At this sight, Fleur broke down and began crying heavily.

She didn’t care about being embarrassed, didn’t care about what people would think.

She just sobbed and sobbed, the injustice and sorrow of the news she found out that day pouring out of her.

Suddenly, Fleur was embraced. It was a warm one, one where she could tell that the stranger holding her only wanted what was best for her.

If anything, the warm embrace made her sob harder.

The stranger rocked her back and forth, giving her words of encouragement, telling her that it would be okay, that things would work out the way they were supposed to.

Finally, Fleur’s sobs died down to silent tears.

“Oh, I am such a fool. I am so sorry for babbling like a big baby,” she apologized, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her robes to clear the bleariness from it.

“Never be sorry for needing a shoulder to cry on Miss. After all, Nargles have a tendency to try and make people hold in emotions that should be released,” the stranger said, handing her a handkerchief.

Fleur dabbed her eyes and finally looked into the face of the person who comforted her.

Staring back at her with a slightly dazed expression was a petite, pixie-like girl with hair so blonde it was almost white. She had a heart-shaped face with stunning blue eyes and Cupid’s bow lips.

She had a flower in her hair and radish earrings hanging from her ears. A quill was stuck behind one of them, giving away the fact that she was a witch and not just a kind Muggle.

Fleur blinked, trying to take in the woman and understand her.

The woman, however, didn’t give her a chance.

“Come, let me take you out to tea and you can tell me anything. I promise what you say will stay between you and me. Snorkels honor,” the girl said, putting her right hand to her heart.

Fleur was torn. On one hand, the girl was a little … strange and she wasn’t sure if she should follow a complete stranger into Muggle London to have tea. Especially a stranger, who for some odd reason, talked about magical creatures that were on ancient Egyptian tombs. On the other hand, however, Fleur needed someone to talk to. And she figured the girl wasn’t really that bad if she was willing to comfort a stranger in a park.

“Tea would be lovely,” Fleur said.

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Three cups of tea and a plate of tea cakes later, Fleur told Luna everything from how she met Bill to her recent discovery of cancer.

It turned out the girl who comforted her in the park was Luna Lovegood, the daughter of the owner of the Quibbler.

Apparently, Luna knew the Weasley family quite well, though she knew the younger generation from Fred and George down to the youngest Weasley better than she knew Bill or the older Weasley children. Even more surprising was that Luna was actually at her and Bill’s wedding, though Fleur didn’t remember seeing her.

To be fair, Fleur didn’t really remember her wedding much as all of her memories mainly of Bill giving her a dashing smile throughout the magical night.

Fleur looked at the Muggle wrist watch her father-in-law got for her and was quite surprised to see that it was almost dinner.

“Mon Dieu! I didn’t realize how late it was. I must get home before Bill begins to worry about me,” Fleur said.

Luna put a hand on Fleur to stop her from moving.

“One more thing before you go, Fleur,” she said.

Fleur would have resisted if it weren’t for Luna being strangely forward.

“I know you are very sad in learning that you don’t have much time left with us in the world of living. While you cope with this, however, I ask that instead of mourning about what you don’t have, to celebrate what you do. You are going to die, but that was going to happen eventually anyway. You have a chance to make requests, to comfort people, to give people lasting memories of your smiles and your laughs, to make people as happy as you can before you go. Most people are taken away without these opportunities. Take advantage of the fact that you can help guide how people will mourn you. It is a small blessing in a situation as sad as yours.”

Fleur blinked at the mini speech, quite surprised that the girl who seemed to be dreamy most of the time said such wise words.

“I will keep your thoughts in mind, Luna. Please, owl me soon so we can have tea again,” Fleur said.

Luna’s expression became dreamy again.

“Of course.”
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