~Let Them Wonder All They Want~

by adoubletn


Author's Note: AHH I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in like...forever! Thank you though, to all my amazing reviewers, and everyone who even clicked on my stories and gave them a chance - I realize that some of them are crazy, but thank you all the same. And now I present, back from a long hiatus due to school, my first (hopefully) novella length story, Let Them Wonder All They Want.


Prologue

It was their wedding day. Through the whole wizarding country did hundreds upon hundreds, thousands upon thousands of people wonder about their love.

None of their speculations mattered though. Even of those holding the cream invitations bordered in a ribbon of interlocking emerald green and chrisom red, shot through with twisting lines of pure gold and silver. None of it mattered. Not even the speculations of their family, closest friends, and acquaintances. None of them mattered.

Of all the hundreds of people who were now sitting patiently in the large garden, dressed in their finest, waiting for the wedding to start, none of them quite understood. None of their old schoolmates quite understood either. None of their closest friends, those who had known them for at least half their lives quite understood. Asking if their families understood either was very well out of question.

Back inside the Manor, a beautiful young woman stood arm in arm with her father, fingers nervously adjusting her dress and veil and bouquet, while her red-headed best friend, sister almost, repeatedly assured her that she looked absolutely gorgeous. The red-head's beautifully blond sister-in-law frazzledly checked over her little daughter's outfit and basket of red and white rose petals. On her other side, the red-head's other sister-in-law, dark-skinned and equally beautiful, pregnant with twins who were barely beginning to show, sat patiently in a chair waiting.

The first notes rang out from the garden beyond, played from a beautiful, melodic, almost singing violin. The bridesmaids and the littlf flower girl got themselves ready by the door, each giving the bride a hug or kiss on the cheek as they made their way to their places in the procession, the bride and her father retreated to a spot off the hall as to not be prematurely revealed as the wide, elegant, mahogany French doors swung open to reveal a gauzy white-silver curtain of the finest silk that would be pulled back each time another of the procession was revealed in the entrance to make their walk down the long garden path, almost a mile until they would reach the dais at the other end of the garden.

The bride's father glanced down at her and squeezed her hand. He didn't understand the whole precise reason as to why he would be giving his daughter away to the charming young man at the end of the aisle. He sighed internally, but then he reminded himself, his daughter was the brightest witch of her generation. He would trust her judgment.

Little did he know, his daughter was thinking along those same lines at the moment. All in the world could wonder and speculate all they wanted about her and her soon-to-be-husband's love. All that mattered was that if they love her, they should support her. After all, there were only two people in the world that knew the whole story of their love- the bride and groom themselves. She smiled as she thought of him, waiting at the end of the aisle for her. Everyone that mattered would just have to trust her decision, and the rest could wonder all they wanted to.

The bride smiled as the curtain was lifted for the first time, and revealed her little flower girl Victorie, blond curls blowing gently in the breeze, as she began her walk down the aisle.