Fear gripped Sarah like a giant hand. Just a moment ago, joy had filled her like a balloon, and love for her new husband had practically glowed from within her. Now, at the sight of her mother's killer and the murderer's master, she was empty and dull as an old, deflated balloon.

Remus' wand had appeared in his hand, and he pushed himself in front of her. "What are you doing here?" he shouted.

"Just trying to find a friend of mine," Voldemort said silkily. "Dear Greyback, what are you doing here with this...riffraff?"

"Some of this riffraff you speak of is my daughter and members of her family," Fenrir said quietly. "My daughter was the bride. I came to give her away and see her wedded to a cub of mine. A cub you forced me to make, against my morals."

"Your morals weren't as important as your family, were they?" Bellatrix jeered. "And your part of your family got killed anyway!"

Suddenly, Fenrir was outside the protective circle and shooting a curse at Bellatrix. Then he was back, next to Sarah, trying to soothe her.

"Ah!" coughed Bellatrix, doubled over and struggling to breath. A flick of Voldemort's wand, and she stood. With murder in her eyes, she flung herself forward, only to be frozen by the charms. Voldemort flicked his wand again, and she unfroze.

"I'll get you for that!" she spat at Sarah's werewolf father.

"Hush, Bella," Voldemort said lazily. "Fenrir, you know not to attack my Death Eaters. This means punishment."

Fenrir squared his shoulders. "Fine." He walked towards the edge of the circle.

Sarah caught a glimpse of movement. Voldemort signaled to Bellatrix, who discreetly took out her silver knife. Silver.

"No!" she screeched, and she froze her father just before he left the charm circle. Standing in front of him, she told the Dark witch and wizard, "You will not kill my father if I can help it."

"Interesting. You still care for him, despite all his evil deeds, then?" Voldemort said.

"He regrets having to do them," Sarah said boldly. "He does it simply to protect me." She unfroze her father. "Look, Dad, they were going to poison you."

He looked at Bellatrix's knife, and his eyes widened. "My lord, I have always done what you asked, even if it's not for a reason you like. I then attack your right-hand servant once, just once, and you would poison me?" he asked incredulously.

"I would not have let you die. Simply suffer enough to learn a lesson."

Sarah growled like Lupa. In a flash, she had changed forms, attacked Voldemort, returned, and changed back. He gave an involuntary cry of pain, then glared at the Animagus. "You. Will. Pay. For that!" he snarled at her, blood dripping from the deep bite on his leg. Then he and Bellatrix had Disapparated.

"Father, stay with us for a while. Please, he'll poison you!" Sarah begged her father.

"I have to, Sarah. If I don't go back, he won't leave you alone."

She sobbed as she hugged him. "Good luck."

"Thanks," he said as he hugged her back. "Goodbye."

Then he walked out of the protective boundaries and Apparated away. Slowly at first, then quickly, the other guests left, the witches and wizards providing the Muggles Side-Along Apparition to their homes.

"Well, wasn't that a great wedding?" Remus sighed.

"Actually, it was, until the end," Sarah said. "Oh, I hope my dad's okay." She sighed and said, "At least I managed to stick a See Me Charm on him, so I can keep track of him."

They Apparated to their London flat, a wedding gift from Remus' parents. "Well, let's take a look," Remus said.

"Specto Fenrir Greyback," Sarah said, waving her wand. A misty scene appeared before them. "No!" Sarah cried as she made out the figures.

Her father was writhing on a floor, Voldemort standing over him and Bellatrix nearby with her knife, which had blood on it. A large purple gash slowly leaked silvery liquid down Fenrir's face.

Remus hurriedly ended the spell and took Sarah in his arms. "Shhhhh, shh, shh," he whispered, trying to soothe her.

"He poisoned him," she sobbed. "He poisoned him! I knew it!" Remus rubbed her back gently.

"He'll live," he told her. "Remember? Voldemort said he wouldn't kill him."

"Just make him suffer!" she cried. "It's not right!" Her fists clenched.

"Voldemort will pay for this," she whispered, wrapped in Remus' arms. "Bellatrix, too."