Vanished
Hermione Granger stood calmly waiting to walk down the aisle. Everything was perfect. Luna Lovegood was sprinkling flowers from a basket ahead of them and Ginny Weasley stood in front of her, holding a bouquet of red and yellow flowers, preparing to enter next. Hermione's gaze rested on her father, eyes shining with excitement, and she noticed the glimmer of joyful tears in his eyes.
Ron Weasley stood at the base of the altar, waiting anxiously for her to join him. He looked dapper in his black robes, his vivid hair neatly brushed down. He was grinning from ear to ear. It was something she would never forget. An overwhelming sense of joy and completeness filled her at the sight of him; this was how every woman should feel when she was walking towards her new life. She couldn't help but let out an excited giggle when his eyes widened at the sight of her. Another giggle escaped when his smile widened even more; something she wouldn't have thought possible.
The train of her white dress flowed smoothly behind her as she glided gracefully down the petal-covered aisle, arm in arm with her dad. Ron met her intense gaze, and she was overwhelmed and felt warm tears start to slide down her face. She had been waiting for this day for so long.
Once she reached the altar, her father pulled the veil back and kissed her gently on the forehead before moving away to sit with her mother. She would be Ron's now. The ceremony began and their eyes glistened, brimming with tears. Neither could stop smiling.
The ceremony progressed in a haze. She heard each word but couldn't focus on more than the intense feeling of contentment that she felt. And then those infamous words came, "If there is anyone who objects to the marriage of this man and this woman, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace."
There was a moment of utter silence before, a loud screech and a large dragon appeared, literally out of thin air, swooping down toward the bride and groom. It unfurled its majestic wings over the crowd and people screamed and gasped in surprise. Some disapparated to safety fearing the thing was wild, others just sat blankly and stared in disbelief at what was happening, relatives of Hermione's they were sure this was some kind of cruel trick.
The Dragon threw back its head and let loose a ribbon of blue and white flames into the air. It had an ethereal macabre beauty to it; those who remained were entranced by the display. The Dragon roared once more and then was gone like it had never been.
As the people began to let out the breath they hadn't known they were holding, and nervous chatter and questions started, a new fear took hold and chaos began again because a moment was all it took for Ron to notice that Hermione was also gone.
They searched every place they could think of and a few they didn't want to, hoping she had apparated to safety. But the hours turned to days and the days to weeks with no sign of her. She had vanished as completely as the Dragon.
For years Ron would swear he saw a shock of white blonde hair sitting on top of the beast and had heard a cold voice yell, "So long, Weaselking!" but there had been no one else seemed to have heard and the owner of that voice had vanished too.