"Avada Kedavara!"
"Nnnnnooooooo!"
Fleur Delacour had just seen the unthinkable. Her love, her best friend, the man that she would spend the rest of her life with collapse to the ground in front of her. He had just been struck down by the Dark Lord, who was now cackling with laughter. Fleur felt her rage explode as her Veela self wanted justice, vengeance. It didn't matter if she lived or died at that point.
In her transformed state, Fleur vaporized any Death Eater she saw, eviscerated any she could with her talons and used her metallic-like feathers as instruments of death to cut down any in her path. Even the Dark Lord perished in a combination of Veela fire, talons and bladed feathers.
As the battle wound down, Fleur dropped down next to her beloved and held him for as long as she could. Fleur realized she did not have long to live as she felt the blood drain from her body. I love you, Mon Amour, Fleur thought to herself as she felt herself pass on.