Standing in the church's antique bridal room, staring at the golden framed mirror, Bellatrix Black could not help but feel a bit suffocated. Her white silky corset was pressed tightly against her chest; Her usually wild ebony curls were now knotted in a strict bun; And her long snow-white neck was decorated with the traditional heavy onyx necklace.
Breathe in, breathe out, She ordered herself, looking worriedly at the ancient female portraits that stared at her with visible contempt. The ridiculous contrast between this delicate bridal outfit and her coarse features made her doubt this unexpected wedding of her. Again.
Breathe in, breathe out. Air was having a hard time slipping through the strangling corset and into her lungs. She tried to imagine what her husband will look like, tried to picture what was it like when you were married, but no reasonable vision struck her worried mind. Doubts about the rightness of this wedding began springing in her head like mushrooms after the rain.
Breathe in, breathe out. The oxygen became thick in her throat.
Breathe in, breathe out. Her heart started racing Wildly.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe out.
Out.
OUT.
And as a lightning struck in a sunny day, it hit her. She knew exactly what to do. She took her shoes off swiftly, headed towards the wooden door of the decorated room, turned the golden knob, and opened it wide. Her bare feet started running through the long empty corridor, passing by the door leading to the church's great hall in a flash.
In a few moments that seemed like forever, she reached the entrance's heavy oak doors. She pushed them with her bony palms, surprised by how natural it felt for her. She stepped slowly outside of the building and onto the marble pedestal on which it was founded. That's when she saw him.
In the middle of the infinite lawn in front the stony cathedral, he stood, his smooth black hair ruffling in the evening breeze, a smile of bliss spread on his perfectly carved face, and his arms wide open, waiting for her to drown in his lap.
Craaack! A thunder stroke and she began running straight forward. The rain smacked on her face, smudging the make up off her eyes; Chill ran through her spine, making the hairs on her back shiver excitedly; the damp grass wet the gentle skin between her toes – and she finally felt complete.
A strong pair of arms grabbed her, swinging her in the air with in ecstasy, making her head spin. She could feel those strong arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace, making sure to never let go again.
"You look beautiful, Bella," she heard a soft voice behind her. Young Narcissa Black was standing in the doorway, glancing at her sister standing in her bridal chamber with a spark of pure admiration in her eyes. The blonde paced excitedly and stood next to her sister in front of the mirror. "Can you believe you are getting married today?"
