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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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Fleur disapparated to the small seaside cottage that she shared with her husband Bill. It was already starting to get dark and the lights inside were on.

She walked into the cottage to find Bill in the kitchen cooking supper. Fleur smiled. Some would have taken Bill for a traditional kind of man. In reality, however, he was very sweet and if she wasn’t home in time to start supper, he would be the one to fix it.

They worked out to have quite a wonderful, loving partnership. And suddenly, Fleur realized how lucky she was to have such a fantastic life with an even more fantastic husband.

“Fleur, is that you?” Bill called from the kitchen.

“Yes, chéri, it is me,” she called back.

Bill walked out of the kitchen, wearing a bright pink apron over his leather pants and tight, muscle shirt.

Granted, he looked a little silly, but Fleur melted at the sight of her husband’s slim body as she always did.

The slim body soon embraced her and his beautiful lips were kissing hers.

“Hey, love, what took you so long? I know you had an appointment today but I didn’t think it would run that long,” he said.

And the memory of what she had to tell Bill hit her hard. Bill could feel her body tense against his and his pleasant expression soon turned into one of concern.

“Fleur—love, what’s the matter?” he asked, embracing her again.

Fleur sighed.

“I think you may want to sit down for this, Bill. I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

“Does this have to do with our fertility problems, Fleur? Because if that is what this is about then I’m all right with not having any children. There are so many children out there that need to be adopted any way and—”

“Mon Dieu, Bill. Just sit down and I will tell you what is wrong. We will talk about our options after.”

Bill nodded and walked over to the couch, sitting down heavily.

Fleur sat down lightly next to him.

She grabbed Bill’s hand, rubbing small circles onto the top of it. She didn’t know how she was going to tell him. After all, it wasn’t every day that one told their spouse that they didn’t have much of a chance of living for the next year.

Fleur decided be straight forward. Bill wouldn’t expect anything less from her in that respect.

“As you already know, today was the day I went to get the results of my fertility test. And they did give me the reason as to why we can’t conceive.”

Fleur took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to get a hold of the tears that threatened to fall down her cheeks.

She opened her eyes and reached out to cup Bill’s cheek. His five o’clock shadow was in with vengeance. She loved the way his rough face rubbed against her soft skin when they made love at night.

However, the stubble was simply a grim reminder that she would not get that many chances to touch it again.

Bill looked beyond worried at the expression on Fleur’s face.

“Fleur,” he whispered, his own rough hands cupping her cheek.

The tears spilled from Fleur’s eyes at the sound of his voice.

“Bill … Bill, mon chéri, I have cancer,” she whispered.

Bill reacted the same way she did when she found out. He simply stared at her blankly, but from the way his eyes shone, he was trying to process what she said.

“Cancer?” he repeated.

Fleur nodded.

“Ovarian cancer. There is a tumor in my ovaries that has spread all the way down to my cervix.”

Fleur’s heart broke as Bill’s eyes began to fill with tears. More came trickling down her face.

“Is there anything that can be done?” he asked.

“They can’t remove the tumors because they are connected to major blood vessels within my body. They have other treatments, but they will be ineffective.”

“Fleur … Fleur, sweet-heart, please don’t tell me you’re going to die,” Bill whispered.

Fleur could only nod her head as the tears overwhelmed her. She embraced Bill and began to sob.

Bill, being the strong man that he was patted her back and whispered words of comfort, rocking her gently.

Fleur didn’t have to look at him to know that he was silently crying as well. But if there was anything she knew about Bill, it was that his tears would be gone tomorrow in an act of strength.

When it came to this, however, Fleur did not want Bill to suppress his emotions.

It was one thing for Bill to be frustrated when he couldn’t break a curse. Trying to deal with the fact that she wasn’t going to be around much longer was something Bill couldn’t treat like another curse breaking case.

And as Bill rocked her and comforted her, Fleur decided that before she left this earth, she would find someone that Bill could cry to, someone that would allow Bill to fondly remember her while at the same time make it possible for him to live life.

Fleur needed to find a mate that would make her husband happy and whole. She had been working towards it and Bill had been adapting to becoming more sensitive, but with her days on earth being limited, she needed someone who could pick up where she left off.

Pulling away, Fleur smiled sadly at Bill.

“Come, we shall order take out and snuggle in front of the fire. We will talk more about this tomorrow,” Fleur said.

Bill smiled sadly back.

“Of course, love. Anything you want.”

Bill stood, running his hand through his rich, auburn hair.

Fleur sighed as she watched her husband walk back to the kitchen.

Luna Lovegood was right. It was hard accepting that she was to die, but maybe organizing life and trying to make her loved ones as happy as she could before she passed away would make accepting death easier for her.

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The first thing Fleur did the morning after finding out about her cancer was quit her job. She informed the Goblins of her predicament and the Goblins were surprisingly sympathetic and gave her quite a generous bonus before she left.

They even gave Bill a two week paid vacation and told him to be with her.

After quitting her job, Fleur went back to the hospital and looked over her options more carefully.

Despite the magical world having some advantages over the Muggle world, there were no real magical advances in cancer treatments. This was because cancer very rarely showed up in witches and wizards who had more than five generations of magic in their family tree.

Her veela blood only made the cancer more aggressive as the magical and veela cells were fighting each other with vengeance.

The only real option that Fleur had was chemo-therapy, and that wasn’t really an option since the cancer that she was dealing with was extremely aggressive.

Fleur had to make a very difficult decision. Start the chemo and be extremely sick all of the time with very slim chance of survival or accept her fate and just die when it was time.

Fleur was normally a fighter. It was one of the things that drew Bill to her in the first place. He told her countless times that he loved her determination in solving a dangerous curse or the way she never backed down from a Quidditch argument with Charlie. Fleur knew that Bill thought she was going to fight the cancer.

So when Fleur said she was not going to fight the cancer, she knew she had shocked Bill.

After they had left the hospital he wouldn’t talk to her and instead went into the kitchen to make supper.

Fleur knew that Bill would be upset at that decision. She knew he would see her rejecting the chemo therapy as a slight on him, even if he didn’t know that was why he was so upset yet.

Fleur had gone into the kitchen and embraced Bill from the back.

“Why?” he asked simply.

“I will die, Bill. There is no chance that the chemo therapy will make the cancer go away—the tumor is too big. I would rather spend the time I have left in this world enjoying life rather than spend it sick and weak.”

Bill said nothing, but the pat Fleur felt on her hand was enough to know that his perspective changed.

A week after Fleur found out about her sickness, she still had yet to tell her friends and family.

She knew that the more she put it off, the less time she had with them but she was dreading to see the look in her parents’ eyes when she told them that she was dying. It was not a conversation she was looking forward to.

The night before Fleur was going to break the news to both her family and the Weasley family; there was a knock on her door.

Bill had pretty much taken over making sure that meals were served so Fleur left the sofa to answer it.

On the other side of the door, to her surprise, was dreamy eyed Luna.

“Hi, Fleur. I hope you are feeling much better today,” she said, slightly swaying back and forth.

Fleur embraced Luna tightly.

“Oh, Luna! So good of you to come. I am so sorry I have been missing our tea dates. Won’t you please come in?”

Without waiting for her to consent or decline, Fleur pulled Luna into the house.

“Come, come! Sit!” Fleur ordered dragging Luna over to the sofa.

Luna didn’t fight her, simply followed and hummed underneath her breath.

“Who was at the door, love?” Bill asked.

“My dear friend Luna,” Fleur said, walking into the kitchen to make tea.

“Luna? I don’t know if I ever met her,” Bill said.

Fleur rolled her eyes.

“She was at our wedding, mon chéri.”

Bill still had his eyebrow furrowed as he waved his wand over the stew to turn down the heat to a simmer.

“Is she the one with the black hair and the weird eye thing?” Bill asked.

Fleur sighed and went to the cupboard to grab three mugs.

“No, Luna has blonde hair and blue eyes,” she said patiently.

Bill hummed an affirmative to show that he was listening.

“So, how come I haven’t met her before now?” he asked.

Fleur busied herself putting the tea leaves into a tea pot. The last thing she wanted to do at that moment was to let Bill know that one other person, almost a complete stranger knew about her cancer before he did.

Though Bill was an understanding man, he had a pretty quick temper and sometimes within their relationship had the tendency to act before thinking things through.

Luckily for Fleur, the kettle went off and she further busied herself pouring the tea and setting up a tray.

“Fleur?”

Fleur looked at Bill innocently.

“Oui?”

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Bill asked, crossing his arms over his ridiculous pink apron.

Fleur did everything she could not to laugh at the picture.

“Non,” Fleur said walking out of the kitchen.

Luna was sitting patiently on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling with wide eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had so many Humplefranks here?” she asked her voice in awe.

“Excusé moi? Humple-who?” Fleur asked, setting the tray down.

“Oh, darn, they’re gone now,” Luna said as her eyes filled with disappointment.

Fleur decided to ignore the strange moment.

“Would you like cream or sugar?” she asked.

“A bit of cream please. Oh, Bill! You look so nice in pink,” Luna exclaimed, clapping her hands in happiness.

Fleur looked over her shoulder and couldn’t stop smirking at the way Bill blushed at Luna’s compliment.

It was quite a feat to get Bill to blush and Fleur was enjoying every moment of it.

He cleared his throat.

“You know me, but I’m afraid I don’t know who you are,” Bill said.

“My name is Luna. I was at your wedding,” she said, swaying once again.

Bill raised an eyebrow.

“So I’ve been told. I don’t know why I don’t remember you,” Bill said.

“You were too busy making eyes at Fleur to notice me,” Luna said.

For the second time that night, Bill blushed.

Fleur was quite impressed and silently commended Luna.

“Yes, well, how did you two become acquainted again? It’s been about seven years since our wedding,” Bill said.

Fleur felt butterflies in her stomach. She clutched her tea tightly waiting for the inevitable explosion of Weasley temper.

To her surprise, Luna stared with an expression of curiosity.

The room was silent for a full minute before Luna spoke.

“I was in London a week ago looking for the three horned Snorkel Bit when I came upon Fleur. She was sitting on a bench, staring into the distance without a point. Of course, I thought she had been possessed by the Snorkel Bit when all of a sudden, she burst out crying. I rushed to her side right away because everyone knows the best way to comfort someone who has been possessed by a Snorkel Bit is to hug them. So I hugged her until the Snorkel Bit went away. We went to have tea afterward and that’s when I found out that she just found out she had cancer.”

Luna stopped speaking and took a sip of her tea.

Fleur was staring at Luna, her mouth wide open. She looked to Bill who also had an expression of awe on his face.

Bill cleared his throat.

“Well, erhm, thank you for comforting Fleur when I wasn’t there to do so. Would you like to stay for dinner with Fleur and I?” he asked.

Fleur raised an eyebrow at Bill’s question. She was surprised at how well that all went. The interaction between both Luna and Bill was quite fascinating.

“I’m afraid I can’t stay for too much longer. I just came to make sure Fleur was doing okay and to make sure the Snorkel Bits haven’t returned,” Luna said.

“No no, I insist you stay, Luna,” Fleur said, setting her mug down.

“I really wish I could, Fleur, but daddy is expecting me back soon.”

Luna set her mug down before making an exclamation.

“Oh! I nearly forgot. Fleur, how would you like to be interviewed about your sickness for the Quibbler? Daddy has given me permission to do a whole entire special edition issue on strong women and I thought it would be great for you to tell your story so witches and wizards could be informed about cancer as its still such a new phenomenon in the magical world.”

Fleur felt her eyes tear up at Luna’s words.

She embraced Luna, the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh, of course I will do a story if it can help just one other witch or wizard.”

After setting a time to get together again, Luna left the cottage.

Closing the door, Bill looked to Fleur was a curious expression on his face.

“She is a strange woman—a good person, but very strange indeed.”

After giving Fleur a kiss on the cheek Bill left the living room.

Fleur cocked her head to the side and studied her husband as he walked out of the room.

Yes, Luna was quite a woman indeed.
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