Fleur Delacour came to us as an icy, unimpressed by everything foreign student. No-nonsense, unfiltered, with no regard for celebrity status. She can say no without saying a word. She was both fierce and grace topped with a blue pretty Beauxbatons hat.
She then returned to our books as a verified part-veela who struggles with ‘er eenglish, who falls inlove a red-haired pony-tailed guy with a rockstar-esque career. True, Bill and Fleur were the stereotypical gross couple–too perfect for each other and too all-over each other. But together they were the right mix of glamour and adventure.
In a whim, Fleur instantly became a shadow, a joke in the background, a phlegm; it was easy to side with Ginny, Hermione and Mrs. Weasley’s dislike for her.
For one, Fleur embodies the struggles of pretty girls. It might sound mundane and first-worldly, but we seem to give Fleur a lesser credit when she fought just as bravely as the others did. What’s not to love about a woman who stands up for her self and is confident about who she is? We admire Hermione for her wits and Ginny for her cool-girl persona but it seems difficult to admire Fleur because above all her redeeming qualities, she’s exceptionally pretty. (well, she’s part Veela, but still)
I thought it was a pivotal moment for her when she snatched the ointment from Mrs Weasley saying:
“you thought i would not weesh to marry him? Or per’aps you ‘oped? said Fleur, her nostrils flaring. “What do I care how ‘e looks? I am good looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show that my husband is brave! And I shall do zat!”
After this scene, the future in-laws wept and hugged each other. And Fleur became a solid character, un-scatched and un-phlegmed. She won us with her fierce devotion.
But she was always so admirable before that, only more admirable after. Fleur was a courageous witch who put family first, who was a Beauxbatons champ for a reason incase we forgot. Fleur is a very capable witch not only of magic but in heart, too. She forgave Molly and others for disliking her. She treated the Weasleys like family, she loves Bill and she takes him fang-earrings, scars and all.
Fleur could easily have chosen to escape the war and return to her homeland, but she stayed. She stayed and made home to where Bill’s family is, and opened it for Harry and others as well–without limit or question. She was loyal and brave enough to volunteer as one of the seven Potters and to fight alongside her friends in the battle of Hogwarts. She was an unsung hero.
Bill sees and loves her for who she is, too. I’d like to believe he sees the core of steel in Fleur hiding beneath the fairy-princess exterior. And as a couple, they function together as a unit. And it takes a love as magical as Bill and Fleur’s to blossom amidst war, to bring light in times of tragedy, a love that lights hope and a beautiful distraction with little development on its own.
Bill and Fleur—a soul and a love that resides largely in the background of others, but what they both have is extraordinary.