The scene opens, and here she was, Fleur Delacour looking at Harry Potter as he enters her world.
He looks at her with those warm, emerald eyes and smiles.
She could see his hand quiver in anticipation for her own hand on his. Fleur slowly reaches for his shaking hand, and laughs as it began to shake even more.
He laughs with her.
The next scene of their story flips through her mind. A memory.
Harry sat next to her. They watched the lake’s sunset. A usual activity for them but this time laced with intentions.
She could feel the tension, her eyes darting forward and downward as she tried her best to maintain her gaze at the sunset. Harry’s hand landed on top of hers and squeezed while his gaze was still on the horizon.
Her heart was almost his.
Another scene plays in her head, he was right in front of her again. Just like the moment she first met him, but this time he tells her, it will all pass.
He tells her, to eat well and to sleep well.
Because it will all pass.
He tells Fleur, “You will end up sleeping well again, Fleur. I know that.”
She closes her eyes, unable to linger.
Her memory flies to yet another moment.
He was looking at her again, in their place in the world. He looks at her straight in the eye, warm and filled with emotions.
He moves to kiss her, his eyes set on her lips before they closed. Their lips touch as she wrapped her arms around his.
She knows she can’t just levitate without an incantation, an intent, a spell and yet here they were, lips locked and airborne. [12:09 PM] The memory stops, and rewinds. Instead of him reaching to her, he moves back, and the memory relives her of him saying it will pass.
“You deserve to be happy,” he finally says.
She wanted to shout to the void, at the memory, at everything. She wanted him to hear what her heart has been dying to say.
“Please don’t say that,” she whispers, remembering once again. “It hurts to hear that.”
Her mind fleets to one of their first dates. An Auror and a Curse breaker, going on a dinner date.
She remembers heading home, hand in hand. But as she reached for the door, she dares to look back.
He makes a face and she rushes into him, like a child and hugs him, like there is no tomorrow.
It’s only their first date.
Their second, she remembers. They play wizard’s chess. He loses and so he challenges her to a game of cards. She loses. Unable to take her loss, they play and play again.
All night. No one should have had that much energy to put up with her. But he did. He showed her that he had the patience, that he can love her.
That night, he told her, he’d love her.
His words came ringing back as she remembers him leaving her apartment for the last time.
She whispers to herself, “You told me you’d love me. So, what is this?”
The scene ends.
“You’ll never know. What you caused me to feel. You’ll never know the feelings I’ve had,” she says as the wind blew through her apartment.