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Batch 36 (just one) - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Batch 36 (just one)
something with the Delacour sisters! Grabrielle and Fleur! for _^_fettucinilu

Fleur Delacour had never wanted a sister, or a brother, or any sort of sibling. Until the age of eight, it hadn't even occurred to her that she might have one. She was aware that other children in the village had siblings, but she was different, as the other girls constantly reminded her (the boys would not start showing their appreciation of her difference for five more years). She simply assumed that their parents hadn't been satisfied the first time, while hers had.

When Maman had told her of Gabrielle's impending arrival, she'd been quite angry. She'd locked up all of her baby toys and hidden the key, and had vowed that she would never share her bedroom with any new child in the house. She'd proceeded to ignore the swelling of Maman's belly, refused to talk about whether or not she was excited over "finally" having a sister or a brother, and declined declined to participate in conversations about what the little intruder's name would be.

But when she was born, something had gone wrong, and Maman had ended up needing to stay at Saint Cosmo's in Paris for two weeks. Papa was with her most of the time. The baby was as well, but Maman was ill with a raging fever, and her milk was bad, and Fleur had ended up sitting in the hospital with little Gabrielle, feeding her her first bottles, changing her diapers, and singing softly to her when she woke up and cried. (She hadn't known any particular lullabies, so she'd just sung the songs that Grand-mère sang, and when the Healers said that Gabrielle might leave (Maman couldn't quite yet), it had been Fleur who'd gone to Grand-mère's with her, and cared for her there until Maman was well enough to come home. Papa had split his time between the hospital and Grand-mère's place, so Fleur had thought of herself as little Gabrielle's most special person. While the parenting duties had properly returned to the parents, she had never quite lost the sense that she herself was responsible for Gabrielle's life and well-being, and when she'd failed to get past the grindylows in the lake this morning, it had quite undone her. She'd tried everything to get back into the water, but Madame Maxime had held her back--it hadn't occurred to her until nearly suppertime that, under the conditions of the tournament, nothing would have happened to the hostages anyway--until the end, when, at last, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had appeared amongst the mermaids, pulling Gabrielle up with them.

Fleur hadn't let Gabrielle out of her sight since, except for a few quick trips to the toilet in the back of the Beauxbatons carriage (and this exception was only at Gabrielle's embarrassed insistence). Now, at bedtime, she sat beside the lower bunk Gabrielle was tucked into and smoothed back her hair over her forehead. "You're well?" she asked. "You're not chilled?"

"I'm quite warm," Gabrielle said.

Fleur took her hand. "I'm so sorry, Gabrielle. I shouldn't have let Madame Maxime call for you--"

"I like it here. I'd like to learn English, so I can talk to them. Will you teach me English, Fleur?"

"My own isn't very good. You'll learn in school."

"Do they learn French?"

"No. Of course not." Fleur rolled her eyes, but her heart wasn't in complaints about Hogwarts. "But we learn."

Gabrielle nodded. "The mermaids weren't pretty," she said. "I thought mermaids were pretty."

"They're certainly prettier in paintings," Fleur agreed. "But they helped make sure you got up safely--you and Harry and Ron."

"They're very brave."

"The mermaids?"

"The boys, silly."

Fleur smiled. "Oh, no. There will be no noticing of brave boys just yet."

"Ron Weasley is handsome, too, like a boy in a story. I like his hair."

"Handsome! Gabrielle, when did you start thinking of boys as handsome?"

She shrugged.

"Really." Fleur shook her head. "And what about Harry and Cedric and Viktor?"

"Cedric's handsome," Gabrielle said. "Harry and Viktor are funny looking."

"Do you think so?"

"Harry's got funny hair, and Viktor walks like a duck."

Fleur processed these assessments, which were too accurate for her nine year old sister to be making, then shrugged. "Well, I suppose..."

"How old were you when you had your very first boyfriend?"

"Fifteen, which is quite a long way from now, young miss."

"When did you like boys?"

"Who says I like them now?"

"I saw you snogging one last year."

"You were spying on me, were you?"

"You weren't really hiding."

"Hmmph." Fleur tried to muster up indignation, but she was still too relieved to have Gabrielle here and safe. "All right, I liked boys my first year. Which is two years away for you."

"I think all my boyfriends shall have red hair," Gabrielle declared. "And my husband shall as well, and all of our babies."

"Babies? Gabrielle, I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself."

"We shall have a fine house in the mountains, and we will know princes and princesses..."

Fleur sat back, and let Gabrielle spin her fantasy.

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From: severely_lupine Date: January 20th, 2010 07:38 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, how cute. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to have a sister. Seems like there could be nice moments like this.
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: January 20th, 2010 08:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Yay! Silly crush on our Ron!
sreya From: sreya Date: January 20th, 2010 12:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, how sweet! I had two sisters - one was four years younger, and our relationship has always been combative. However, the other is 7 years younger, and I pretty much mother-hen'd her until I left for college. She was nearly 8 years old before my mother finally convinced me to stop carrying her around on my hip. *laugh*
hungrytiger11 From: hungrytiger11 Date: January 20th, 2010 02:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
I really do like the sisterly dynamic that you set up- and how the extraordinary circumstances of Fluer's failure to rescue her played into it. I feel like you captured the dynamic of that age difference and how it affects siblings very well too.

Gabrielle having a crush on Ron is so cute and the part about the redheaded husband is funny considering Fluer's own future. I'm now sort of curious about what happens to Gabrielle in your universe, and I'd never thought to ask about that before...
etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: January 20th, 2010 03:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Such a short but rich history of the sisters!
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 21st, 2010 02:53 am (UTC) (Link)

I think I just died from the cute

okay first let me childishly say awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

that was one of thr Sweetest Fleur pieces i ever read. and it fits Fleur so perfectly that I might consider it personal cannon.

I love the backstory. *so true of many older siblings i know*

and as an older sibling I definitely identify with the "protect younger sibling from harm/ and their innocent minds from hormones*

i loved their banter because it was cute fluffly sisterly banter.

and oh my the delacours girls have a thing for Red headed boys. if Ron had had any more siblings i would have loved to see him with gabrielle. but alas 7 children is quite a handful already.

thank you for the cutesy ficlet

dragonine From: dragonine Date: January 21st, 2010 03:04 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

I'm finally de-lurking to tell you that I love how you write Fleur and to say thank you for these yearly holiday presents.

I've been expanding from your HP to some of your Star Wars, and have to add that I loved The Flight to Rison's Deep. I became invested in the characters quickly and very much wanted to know what happens to them next.

So thank you very much for sharing your amazing writing talent!

akashasheiress From: akashasheiress Date: January 22nd, 2010 10:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
So sweet!
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