Fleur Weasley isn't pregnant. Srsly.

{Warded Private; French}
I do not know how long I can feign having food poisoning. I am certain Bill is worried, and with the safehouse coming together, he is going to expect me to join the others. And I will have to. But I cannot without speaking to Moody first. I do not trust that eye of his and if I do not tell him right away, he will find out and never trust me again.

{/End Ward}


( Gabrielle )

( Moody )

( Bill )

As soon as my sister is in my arms, I am going to France. The English can go rot in hell. This is not our war. I should never have come here.

( Gabrielle )

( Bill )

( Private )

{Heavily Warded to Gabrielle; in French}

We are looking for you, my little dove. Moody, you remember him, don't you? The one they call Mad-Eye? He is already working on a plan with the Order to come get you. We are trying, little one.

Do not trust the Burbage woma

Do you remember when you were little and I was home for the summer from Beauxbatons? When we went to the seaside in Spain? I don't think I've ever seen someone so burned as Papa was. And how Mother made fun of him! I remember collapsing into a fit of giggles on the floor, wanting nothing more than for that vacation to last forever with you and our parents. When you are free, when this war is over and Bill's family is safe, we will go to the seaside again.

{Warded to free Order}
I want the location of the werewolf. Now.

{Warded to the Order}
I know we are scattered, but I am wondering if someone has books available to them to send? We are without Healers, and while I am knowing much, I can learn more.

{/End Ward}


{Warded to Bill & Moody}
I think I will go into Muggle Aberdeen and retrieve books about Muggle healing techniques. The less magic for Death Eaters to track, the better.

{Warded Private; In French}

My god I am sore and exhausted. Bill was voracious last night and I cannot say I did not enjoy it, but he kept me up all night and I did need some sleep. It is strange to me that despite the danger and despite the almost inappropriateness of it, he and I can continue to lie with one another as man and wife should be. Perhaps it is a good thing, in the end. We are not letting this war and devastation take us over. So many couples could be ruined by living on the land, and yet Bill and I endure on. I wish Gabrielle was here. I cannot believe she and our parents came to find me. They should have known I would not come back to France. The Weasleys are my family as well, and I could never leave them behind.

Oh, my little dove, what have you gotten yourself into? Being the slave to Fenrir?

It is good to know she is alive though. She and Ginny and Ron. Charlie though... in Azkaban...

I cannot think of it. I cannot.

Life has been easy enough at our little encampment. I feel safer here than any of the other encampments we've made. Though using the toilet is rather uncomfortable, not to mention--

Oh no. No no. This cannot be right.

May, yes. June... yes? July... no. August... perhaps? It is still not the end of the month.

Oh my God. I cannot be pregnant.