What A Veela Wants

IX. The Third and Final Task

"Es-tu sûr de l'avoir vu, mon amour ? Tu es certain que c'est ton destin, de mourir pendant la Troisième Tâche ?" She manages to mutter out, before the tears come spilling from her eyes. You wrap her in a hug.

"I'm certain, mon amour. That's why I wanted to spend tonight with you, Fleur."

Once apon a younger year,
When all our shadows disappeared,
The animals inside came out to play,
Went face to face with all our fears,
Learnt our lessons through the tears,
Made memories we knew would never fade.

One day, my father, he told me,
"Son, don't let it slip away",
He took me in his arms, I heard him say,
"When you get older,
Your wild heart will live for younger days,
Think of me if ever you're afraid"

He said, "One day, you'll leave this world behind,
So live a life you will remember",
My father told me when I was just a child,
"These are the nights that never die",
My father told me.

"When thunderclouds start pouring down,
Light a fire they can't put out,
Carve your name into those shining stars",
He said, "Go venture far beyond the shores,
Don't forsake this life of yours,
I'll guide you home no matter where you are"

One day, my father, he told me,
"Son, don't let it slip away",
When I was just a kid, I heard him say,
"When you get older,
Your wild heart will live for younger days,
Think of me if ever you're afraid"

He said, "One day, you'll leave this world behind,
So live a life you will remember",
My father told me when I was just a child,
"These are the nights that never die",
My father told me.

"These are the nights that never die"
My father told me.

*****

The Third Task has just concluded with a shocking finale. The Triwizard Cup in the centre of the  maze was in fact a Portkey, with both Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory being transported to God knows where, but with only Harry returning alive. 'Professor Moody' immediately stormed off with Harry, and you've given chase, catching up to them.

"Revelio!" You point your wand at 'Professor Moody', and his façade drops, revealing a short, brown-haired man, who's saliva frothed at the side of his mouth like a rabies-infected dog.

"Barty Crouch Jr. I should've presumed. No-one in the school could've pul off such a flawless disguise as you."

"Rhaeghal Grindelwald. The Dark Lord wants both you and Potter, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I gave you to him in a coffin."

A green spark flies out of Crouch Jr.'s wand, and you immediately throw the Bombarda spell back at him - resulting in a yellow epicentre supplied by red and green. You grit your teeth, and focus more of your energy pushing back against Crouch's spell, before the wand finally flies out of his hand. You smirk, and relax your grip on your wand, whilst Crouch looks at you with fury.

"Lesson one in a fight, never lose your composure."

"Lesson two in a fight, never gloat at your enemy. Avada Kedavra!" Crouch yells, and a green spark hits you square in the chest - sending you flying backwards, slamming you on the floor just metres away from the entourage of teachers - and Fleur - that chased after you and Crouch.

"Mon amour." Fleur yells out in anguish, dropping to her knees and cradeling you.

"Fleur." You croak out, your mate looking down to meet you in the eye. "Don't waste it..."

"Don't waste what, mon amour?"

"Don't waste your life."

*****

5 YEARS LATER

*****

Fleur Delacour enters the churchyard at Salisbury Cathedral, clad wholly in black against the white marble of the Catherdral, boquet in hand. She walks past row upon row of headstone, before coming to a half at a birch tree, with a plaque lain at the bottom of the tree. She wipes the tears from her eyes, remembering the good times she had, and countless other occasions, before placing the boquet to the side of the plaque. Taking a moment of respite, she drops to her knees and rests her head against the plaque, before standing up and leaving the churchyard, walking away from the person she once never dreamt of leaving:

Rhageal Grindelwald
1945-1994
Taken too soon from this world
Gone but not forgotten

A/N
This is the final chapter in this book. I want to thank everyone so much that has supported me in writing this book. All of you were instrumental in keeping me coming back and writing some more, even on days where all I felt like doing was curling up in a ball and crying for hours. Again, thank you all so much for reading this book, and supporting me through the production of this book.
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