Author's Note: Short drabble, in Harry's point of view, about Bill and Fleur. I don't know why I love this couple so much, I just do. Oh, and by the way, if anyone could point be in the direction of one of those theme challenges... you know, when you get a word, and write a sentence on a couple about it, that'd be wonderful.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of its characters. They belong to our queen, Jo.
"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
Beside him, Harry felt Hermione's hand slip into his own, and grasp tightly, then pull. The crowd pushed on all sides, but he only held harder. They had to stay together.
And then he stumbled into Hermione when she found Ron, he other hand sliding into his.
Harry felt himself being pulled back, but not by Hermione. Now, he felt the suction of Apparition.
The last thing he saw, was Bill pull Fleur close to him, forehead coming to rest against hers, and her hand come up, to cup his cheek. They exchanged a simple, hard look, both of them nodding, making an unheard promise.
And as their wedding went up in a blaze around them, Harry vanished, the world going dark around him.
Author's Note: The end. :D