She is fished out of the lake, shivering, hair plastered to her neck, by someone who isn't even supposed to rescue her. Where is Fleur with all of her promises now?

And then her sister is wrapped around her, far warmer than any blanket and babbling about grindylows, and all is right in the world for a moment before she pulls away.

Gabrielle crosses her arms over her chest and watches as her sister brushes grateful kisses across Harry Potter's cheek. She almost wishes that he hadn't saved her, because now no one will believe that she can save herself.