She admits that at times, she feels guiltily fortunate for having no one dear to her heart lost to the Battles. She had mourned sincerely for Fred at Bill's side, but he was not her brother. Her praying for peace and the fervent tears she shed during wartime paid off, Fleur likes to believe.
She also doesn't mind that Harry overshadows her when the topic is of the Triwizard Tournament. When competing against the Boy Who Lived, a Quidditch player, and the most likeable young man at Hogwarts, why would she rise to fame among them? Fleur did her best at those challenges, but she is almost ashamed of her coward attitude displayed in them. She was not a weakling, not afraid.
Then Victoire finds the old newspaper clippings in the attic, the ones about the Tournament. Her daughter scans them at the kitchen table one day, with Fleur preparing supper nearby, unconscious of what is happening. First read are the lighthearted pieces about the four, recently-minted champions. The most difficult articles to finish come last – these are the ones about the Diggory boy's death, and Harry's claim of You-Who-Know's return. Traumatized, Victoire points one of these out to her mother, asking in a whisper, "Uncle Harry said that he was just killed for being there, Maman? Why?"
Her daughter is only twelve years old, home from school for summer holidays. Why she was up in the dusty, dim attic alone is unknown. But Fleur snatches the newspaper away from Victoire, not daring to look at it. Unsure of what to do, she finally shoos Victoire outside to play with her sister and brother. Fleur later places the article back in its faded scrapbook located in the attic. The episode is quickly forgotten, locked away, to be taken out again for a day of memories.
Only weeks later, Fleur is up there again, searching for her wedding gown to show to Victoire and Dominique, who simply 'have to see Maman's pretty dress'. By mistake, she comes across the scrapbook, and when reaching for a trunk nearby it, her hand knocks down the book. It falls into a spread-eagle position, and the article is laid out on the creaky floorboards. Sighing as she bends to pick it up, Fleur's eyes catch a glimpse of the title – TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT ENDS IN TRADEGY AND FRIGHT – and something tells her to keep reading.
The anguish-filled words trigger her memory of the boy known as Cedric Diggory. Fleur remembers him politely introducing himself and shaking her hand when both of their names were selected out of the Goblet of Fire. She recalls seeing his parents at the Final Task, being filled with excitement in the morning, and then sorrow by nightfall. He went to the Yule Ball with a slender, petite girl, and he never took his eyes away from her once that evening.
Cedric Diggory was a boy who deserved better.
Now, although she had not truly lost someone in the war, she tells others that she lost something greater than a person.
Fleur lost the promise of a great young man, one who would have contributed something to make a better world…
A/N: This was my response to the Random Character Challenge, although I'm planning to take more claims from it and turn this into a multi-chaptered collection of oneshots, so please put this on story alert if you're interested. Reviews are love, of course. Was Fleur written all right? It was my first time writing her...