Fleur loved Harry, her adorable husband. Even with his wild, always ruffled hair, askew glasses and clothes full of greasy, colourful smudges. Many a time strange sounds, smells and explosions filled their home, coming from the underground laboratory.
It always fell to her to remind Harry of the smaller things in life, like meals, anniversaries or important visits. When inspiration struck him and he was planning another experiment, she once had to remind him to tie his shoelaces, not to mention the fact that his shirt was worn backwards.
But the moments when his eyes lit up with excitement, when an innocuous remark of hers would inspire him in his journey to discovery, how could she not fall in love with her brilliant, silly and adorable man all over again.
And when he invited to work with him, when she mentioned a wizarding orphanage, the harmony of their intertwined magic as they worked left her breathless, in awe. The result of their work that week? A series of toys to be given to the orphanage. Potter & Potter toys then became a household name.
Whenever another entrepreneur came to negotiate, it was her they had to face, a shrewd, cunning and resourceful woman, as charming as she was sharp.
Their friends? Many worked for the DMLE, in the Wizengamot, in the ICW. Since the end of the war, they worked tirelessly to make the world a better place, to quash any possible threats before they could become serious.
Nobody wanted Harry’s fury roused, his brilliance turned towards the purpose of waging war.