"I, Fleur Isabelle Delacour, do take William Arthur Weasley as my husband," Fleur said. "For better or worse, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, in poverty as in wealth. His joys are my joys, his sorrows my sorrows. His success is my success, his troubles my troubles. By will, by blood, by magic, so I declare." Fleur then picked up another athame, slicing it across her palm and putting it back on the altar. Stepping forwards, they clasped their bleeding hands to the other’s forearm.