InsaneJournal

Who: Bill and Fleur Weasley
When: This afternoon
Where: Their place
What: Fleur's upset after her conversation with Bellatrix
Warnings/Rating: PG at least for language and mentions of violence

Fleur felt her heart drop into stomach as read the words that now stared back at her from the page of her journal. In that moment all the strings that held her hastily together fell away as she continued to stare at the words on the page. That woman had no right to write to her, not after what she had done to her. It wasn't right and she had ever reason to be upset.

"Non ma soeur!" Fleur snapped at the page as if the author could hear her through it but of course she couldn't and Fleur knew somewhere Bellatrix was laughing at her. Laughing knowing she had exceeded at getting under Fleur's skin. Truth was she had never left and that was the worse part of it. She was there when she slept. She was there when she was awake. No matter what she did she was always there, always taunting her in her mind and reminding her. Before she knew it Fleur picked up the book and hurled it with surprising strength at the far wall hardly hearing the sound of breaking glass as the mirror shattered as the book collided with it.

And because she started thinking about it she thought about her sister. The baby sister that looked so much like her. Gabrielle who had recently cut her hair to look like Fleur's. Gabrielle who was always writing her asking for advice on what to wear and how to do her make-up so the boys would take notice of her (as if she needed the help with her Veela heritage).

Then Bellatrix was there... Then she could see her sister tied up and kept in the same dingy dungeon. Her sister being forced to endure the beatings and the pain of the Unforgivable Curses knowing her sister would be begging for their Maman. It tore her apart so much so that she had started sobbing. Her words jumbled and in French through her tears. She couldn't let her hurt her sister too.