Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling. As a result of that, the characters of the Harry Potter franchise does not belong to me…
The Tears Of Doom: A HP Fanfic
A continuation after the Half-Blood Prince
Chapter 1
"Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively. "Are you alright?"
Harry Potter had frozen unexpectedly in the Burrow the day before Bill's wedding with Fleur.
He turned around slowly and looked at Ron and Hermione.
"I just had a sneaking suspicion who R.A.B is." He said quietly.
"Well? Don't keep us in suspense." Ron said, tossing a pillow at Harry. Hermione scrambled onto the bed to listen.
"R.A.B is Regulus Black. Sirius' brother who joined the Death Eaters." Harry said, glancing at his best friends to see their reaction.
"Well, it is possible…" Hermione said logically, hugging her pillow.
"How though?" Ron asked.
"Look, Sirius told me Regulus joined the Death Eaters but backed out when he found out something terrible. That could mean the Horcruxes." Harry said.
"But that's just one point though. Anything else?" Ron asked, quieter this time.
"The letter says 'I know I will be dead long before you read this'. It could mean that Regulus knew that he would die if he tried to leave the Death Eaters." Hermione pointed out.
"There's one more thing too. The letter began with 'To the Dark Lord'. As we all know, only Death Eaters call Voldemort the Dark Lord. That almosts cements the fact the this guy is a Death Eater." Harry said, sitting on a wooden chair near the window.
Hermione stood up, "I'm going down to help Mrs Weasley prepare dinner… I don't think she can stand Phlegm alone, especially before her wedding day."
"Yeah… I'll go too but she'll probably make me peel bean sprouts or something." Ron imitated his mother's voice. "No magic, Ron! Makes you appreciate Muggle's hardwork."
Harry laughed but stopped when he saw Hermione's face. "Uhh… I don't think I'll go too… I need to… think about the Regulus Black theory."
Exasperated, Hermione left the room leaving the two boys behind to gloat at her misfortune.
Just as Hermione predicted, Fleur was sitting at the table in the kitchen, chatting animatedly about how perfect her wedding day would be.
Mrs Weasley glowered at the pile of bean sprouts in the corner, forced to listen to Fleur. She looked up at Hermione as she entered and broke into a relieved smile.
"Let me help you, Mrs Weasley." Hermione gave her an understanding smile.
Suddenly, the kitchen seemed very noisy with chatter.
"So, Hermione, I heard you were going to take S.P.E.W up as a career…"
"Exactly. You wouldn't believe how many house elves are being used as slaves."
"My wedding iz going to be pe-rr-fect. As I have said, Ginny and my sister, Gabrielle, shall be the bridesmaid."
Meanwhile, upstairs in the bedroom, the boys were discussing again.
"So, Harry, you're going straight back to Godric's Hollow after the wedding right?" Ron asked, relaxing on his small bed.
Harry nodded. "I'll be visiting my parent's graves first. Then, it's back to my old house. And then, the hunt for the Horcruxes shall begin."
"Yeah, and we'll be coming with you." Ron said, grinning in a somewhat awkward way.
Harry shrugged.
"It will be nice to see how it all began… How YOU began…" Ron continued, still with the silly grin on his face.
"Stop grinning. You look like a retard." Harry said, smirking.
"How dare you!" Ron yelled playfully, tossing a pillow at Harry.
"Shut it, Won-Won." Harry countered and ran out of the room before Ron could counter.
Harry groaned as he realized he had entered the kitchen where Fleur was still talking about the wedding. Fleur saw Harry entering the kitchen and pulled him towards the table so she could make him listen about her wedding plans.
Harry could see Ron standing at the top of the stairs, laughing.
Fleur glanced in the direction Harry was looking at and saw Ron. "Ron! 'ow superb. Come and listen about my wedding!"
Ron let out an audible sigh. It was Harry's turn to laugh.
The rest of the day passed without anything interesting happening unless you count Mrs Weasley accidentally cutting her hand while glaring at Fleur.
The next day, Ron, Harry and Hermione were rudely awakened by Fleur knocking on the door.
Ron pulled open the door and saw Fleur dressed in her bridal gown. Words failed him. He stood there for several minutes gaping like a goldfish.
"Pretty, is it not?" Fleur said, prancing around.
Hours later, in a church nearby, Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour were just pronounced as husband and wife when the door flew open.
Death Eaters.
Harry ducked down beneath his seat and pulled Hermione and Ron along with him.
"Avada Kedavra!" He heard a Death Eater yell. Next, Harry heard a body fall onto the floor.
Harry snuck out under his seat and yelled, "Miraculas!" Pointing his wand at the ceiling. A sprinkle of golden dust showered over the crowd of panicking people.
As the effect of the Luck Charm came into effect, the people stopped panicking and rounded on the group of seven Death Eaters.
"Nice one, Harry. Glad to see you haven't been idle…" Ginny whispered in his ears.
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood up to discover that the Death Eaters had left.
"Who?" Harry said to an auntie of Ron's.
Words seemed to fail her and instead, she pointed to the altar.
Ron, Hermione and Harry ran towards the altar and discovered who was the victim of the Killing Curse.
Fleur Delacour, literally translated as Flower of the Court, was now dead, sprawled on the floor, eyes wide and blank.
Shuddering, Bill, who was kneeling next to her, passed his hands over her eyes and shut them.
Bill looked up at them with tears in his eyes. "Please, Harry. You got to find him. The killing must stop…" Without saying anything else, Bill carried Fleur gently in his arms and left.
Bursting into tears, Hermione flung her arms around Harry. Awkwardly, Harry placed his arms around her too, gently patting her on the back.
Ron looked furious and looked away.
After Hermione had let go and stopped crying, the three of them walked back to the Burrow sadly.
Silently, Harry counted… His father, his mother, Sirius, Dumbledore and now, Fleur.
Harry's fist clenched around his wand and fire burned in his eyes.
Harry wanted revenge so badly that it was like a constant ache in his head.
No one could stop him. No one…
End of Chapter 1
Author's note: Yes… I know… It's not a very good story.. I'll try to improve next chapter.