Half-Fae inevitably must face the Choice. This was one truth Fleur knew without a doubt, being a half-Fae herself, daughter of a half-Fae mother who chose the Fae side of her heritage. She knew her parents had loved each other, but life for them was difficult, for her mother had many additional duties since making the Choice.
She loved her little sister. That was another undeniable truth. Ever since she first beheld little Gabrielle, she knew she would protect her little sister with her life.
She wished to study magic, the ever so fascinating force in everyone’s life, and her diligence and ambition led to her being selected as her school’s champion, even though her heritage led to some troubles at school.
The trip to Britain proved fateful for many reasons. The so-called Dark Lord of the British came back, a champion in the Tournament had been murdered. And she had met the young man with whom her life would get entangled forever. Though more a boy than man when she met him, his kindness and valour were clear to all who bothered to look.
She met him later, as she promised, and watched him grow into a man, tempered by his circumstances. She could not avoid joining the fight, joining the friends she had made in their struggle for their very lives? And along the way, she got to know Harry Potter.
He was impatient, with a vicious temper, blunt, sometimes lazy. But also kind, honest, and undeniably brave. He loved treacle tart and never failed to praise her when she made one, detested pumpkin juice, and blue, the colour of sky, was his favourite. And she loved him. Loved the way his eyes sparkled when laughing, the way his hair stuck out in every direction in the morning, loved how he learned the little things she enjoyed so he could surprise her with little gifts.
And then she had to make her Choice. To save her little sister, she embraced the Fae and the power of her heritage.
She loved Harry, fiercely, possessively. Her Harry.