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I don't own any of it, make no money from it and I'm just playing in the JKR-HP sandbox.
(Plot/AU/etc. are just me "coloring outside the lines.")
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Everything was chaos!
People were running about, screaming, some (dressed in black robes with masks of silver) were shooting beams of various colored lights at one another. Of the others; the wedding guests and his family; some ran and screamed, but more of them were exchanging energy-focused beams back at the black-robed ones.
Huddled beneath a side table; his mate, Marina, quivered in sheer terror as she snugged tightly against his side; he cast his gaze around, desperately looked for his family.
He spotted one, Ron; whom he'd once had a mutual hatred with that ended when Ron finally realized how judgemental he'd been and they'd gradually built it into an amicable arelationship with; who was yelling for his best friends, Harry and Hermione. SHE was his soul bonded familiar, though it had taken a horrific series of events to make HER see the truth of that. Even then, he'd yet to feel the "shwoooosh!" he'd learned would happen when their souls truly forged the familiar-soul bond.
Maybe he'd waited too long?
Out of the chaos, he finally saw HER and SHE was dragging a Polyjuice-disguised Harry with HER, SHE then grabbed hold of Ron, yelling that they had to "Run!"
Just as he was about to come out to join in the trio, they spun away with a booming "Crack!" and were... gone.
Seeing all of the chaos still going on; noting that one end of the marquee tent was now on fire and spreading fast; he turned back to his Queen, Marina, who'd not moved a muscle, quaking in terror.
"Marina! We have to go!" he hissed as he came back and hunkered down by his terrified mate's side.
Fear paralyzing her ability to reply, she merely pressed trembling self tightly to his side, acquiescing to his demand.
Concentrating hard, allowing his magic to envelope both of them, he whisked the pair of them away with a barely noticeable "Pop!".
Neither noticed a cackling, black-haired witch casting a purple-hued curse at them, but they were safely disappearing just seconds before the curse would have hit them both.
Momentarily piqued at losing her targets, the crazed Bellatrix gave a frustrated "Grrrrrrrrr-hisssss!" then quickly lost interest before she found yet another target.
Neither the disappearing couple, nor the insane witch, knew they would meet again, one day.
And that THAT meeting would have far-reaching consequences, for them and the entire wizarding world!
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A/N
I just want to thank everyone who has been so encouraging these past months as was going through some horrific medical issues. Contrary to semi-popular belief, drugs do NOT make you more creative, more inspired or more prolific. )chuckle(
This tale is written in the style of both a movie and, later, a book.
The movie, by Disney©, was called "The Three Lives of Thomasina", released in June, 1964
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The book, written by Richard Adams and published in 1972, of course, is "Watership Down".
{I've read a LOT of HP fanfiction, so I can't say for certain just where what bits may have been inspired by or wholesale transplanted. If you see something that is yours, drop me a PM and I will gladly give credit where credit is due.)
[I also owe the tip of a hat to TheMatador ( 1987255 / TheMatador )(remove spaces) as regards familiar lore, as well as to Pottermore® for additional information. HMR]
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