March 17 1998  A slight breeze blew through the windows of Shell
Cottage as Fleur Weasley opened the door to check on Hermione
Granger. The girl was sleeping soundly, cocooned in blankets and
her bushy hair spread out on the pillow behind her. Fleur
smiled. At least in slumber she looked peaceful. But as Fleur
drew closer, she knew that it was all a facade. Dark circles
casted unpleasant shadows under her eyes, and her skin was pale
and sickly, due to the terrible conditions she had faced. Harry
and Ron had refused to tell her anything, but Fleur was not
stupid. She knew the signs of the Cruciatus Curse when she saw
them.  Fleur glided over to the window and pulled the curtains
away to allow soft, golden light to illuminate the room.
Sunlight lit up Hermione's face and she stirred and fluttered
her eyes. Fleur rushed to the girl's side.  "Hermione? Comment
ça va?" she crooned, gently patting Hermione's forehead.
Hermione groaned and opened her brown eyes, staring into Fleur's
perfect sapphire ovals.  "Where