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Fic: Fleur and Bill Weasley (Post-Apocalyptic)
Characters: Fleur, Bill, Gabrielle -- mentions of all the Weasleys as well as other Order members
Summary: Bill and Fleur are the last of the Weasleys left, but not for very long.
Rating: R -- there's just some really terrible bad images

At the 1994 Quidditch World Cup, wizards got a taste of a Veela's power. They could strike a man dumb just by entering a room, and if angrily provoked, they had a tendency to throw fire at their victims. All in all, it was a nifty power to have. Fleur Weasley had vague recollections of being lusted after. She could dimly remember someone slapping a table and repeating what she'd said only seconds prior. Boys blushed and stammered, girls sneered with jealousy.

All of the Weasleys had gone into hiding when little Sophie Weasley was torn apart, save Hestia. Hestia couldn't bare the pain, and Charlie had been unable to stop her. The witch had run head-first into Death Eater territory -- what wasn't Death Eater territory these days? -- and the end hadn't come easy. Charlie's denial grew less and less and his anger rose with each body part he received in the post. At first, it was easy to pretend the long fingers weren't his wife's, but by the time her torso arrived, he had to pretend that the breasts didn't belong to his wife. When her head showed up, neatly wrapped with a perfect expression of pain etched on her plain face, Charlie had nothing left to lose.

They found Arthur some time after Charlie's last stand, a rampage that took out five Death Eaters (and himself) and gave some hope to the stragglers left behind.

But then Ron and Harry and Hermione disappeared one night. Everyone hoped they'd gone on whatever search they'd managed last time, and once and for all You Know Who would be vanquished. All hope crumbled when three bodies were displayed with permanent embalming charms in front of the Ministry of Magic.

Then Molly and Ginny vanished.

The twins.

Percy and Penelope.

Even the Weasley's Muggle tax barrister cousin.

Soon, it was just Gabrielle, Bill, Fleur, and their unborn daughter. They crossed the channel by Muggle boat as a way to escape the Voldemort-controlled Ministry, but Bill wasn't so certain that they hadn't been followed somehow. They hadn't used any magic in months so there could be no Trace. But his fears were confirmed when Gabrielle disappeared on the ferry to France. Fleur had been angry, then, and several automobiles on board the ferry had very mysteriously caught fire. She had worked so hard to keep her sister safe during the second war -- for what? Nothing. She had no way to find her, and even less hope of surviving but anger still burned into the Veela, and Bill was satisfied. If she could still get angry, Bill thought, they still had a chance, and Fleur and the baby were all he had left.

Being a Weasley meant that they were hunted like dog, and it wasn't long before they were both bound, gagged, and returned to England. Fleur had put up a fight, burning several of the Death Eaters before they bested her, and Bill thought they had a real chance so long as she could still get angry. They were separated, of course, and he knew that they would torture him, he just hadn't counted on the method of torture.

The voice belonging to the hooded figure wasn't familiar at all, and the Death Eaters dragged Fleur into the room. They'd raped her and beat her, that much Bill could see, and his eyes flashed dangerously. He and Charlie were more alike than the Death Eaters knew. It wasn't just Gryffindor bravery that caused him to scream. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER! YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO HER, I SWEAR TO GOD--"

"Silence!"

The spell disarmed his tongue, and his binds were drawn tighter. Fleur, now hung by some unseen hook, was suspended directly in front of him. His own binds clamped onto Bill's long hair, jerking his head up to look at her still-beautiful, though badly beaten face. She shook her head almost imperceptibly when he tried to struggle again.

"Half-breeds and blood traitors breeding. How dare you taint Wizarding blood!"

Bill felt the icy fingers of fear down his spine. There was a terrible ripping sound followed by a short, sharp scream that Bill didn't recognise though he saw Fleur's mouth open and her face twist into a pained grimace. Her delicate pale features turned sickly, almost green. He felt hot tears pouring down his face, and he wanted to reach out for the child now lying face down on the ground, not moving or breathing. The same could be said for both Bill and Fleur.

Fight, Fleur. Get angry. Come on, baby. Don't give up yet. We can still get away.

But he knew the fire had gone out of her; he could see it in her cold eyes. He was just thankful she wouldn't have to suffer much longer.