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Dolores Umbridge walked as fast as her stunted legs would carry her without dropping any of the materials she carried in her stubby arms. Her anticipation for tonight's gathering had been building for over a month and she felt as if she were extremely close to making a real difference in the world, and helping to restore order. If things went the way she foresaw, then she would be remembered for all time as the woman who saw evil, and brought down a tyrant.
Madam Umbridge made her way through the atrium of the Ministry of Magic which was quite dark as she had expected it to be this late on a Friday evening. Other than the Aurors, it was likely that no one of consequence in the building. There was almost no chance of being spied on, and Umbridge's plot remaining undiscovered. But she knew that there was little time remaining in which she and her allies would be able to act.
Reaching the lifts, Umbridge had to slightly juggle the information she had gathered and organized in her arms so she could press the button. She could have easily shrunken the burden in her arms, but she wanted to make a statement when she walked into the room. She wanted everyone to see how dutiful she'd been in her investigation, and that she had gathered all the proof they would need to prevent the total ruination of their government.
The lift gave a soft ding as the doors opened, and Umbridge stepped inside, pushing the button for the lower levels. She stood back, and began humming softly as she thought over all the things she wished to convey to her audience tonight and help them to understand how dire their situation was. She tried to imagine every possible question, and every possible concern as well as every way she could help persuade anyone who might have even the smallest inkling of doubt that this was the right course of action.
When the lift stopped and the doors opened, Umbridge found herself face to sternum with a tall, broad shouldered, squared jawed man with dark eyes, and a low brow. He had a short crew cut and small, dark eyes that gleamed in the low torchlight. He gave Umbridge a broad crooked smile as he bowed to her.
"Albert, how very nice to see you." Umbridge said sweetly to the man who inclined his head and motioned with one of his long, bulky arms.
"Everyone is here, Madam Umbridge. We are all quite anxious to hear what your investigation turned up." Albert said in a deep baritone. "May I help you with your files?"
"No thank you, Albert. I prefer to handle this information myself." Umbridge smiled as she began leading the man down the hall.
Courtroom Ten was one of the larger courtrooms in the Ministry, and represented some of the darker times in magical history. It hadn't been used since the end of the last wizarding war when many Death Eaters, followers of the Dark Wizard known as Lord Voldemort had faced trial for their crimes. Umbridge herself had served as the court scribe during several of the higher profile cases. The short, heavy set woman glanced at the chained chair as she passed it, recalling the faces of the witches and wizards who had been sat there begging for leniency, or staring defiantly at their captors. Umbridge renewed her vow to prevent such times from happening again
As she made her way towards the podium at the far end of the courtroom, those who had accepted her invitation began to find seats. Umbridge was quite pleased to see that nearly everyone she'd invited had come to hear her. If she could convince them, she would have some very powerful allies to help bring down Albus Dumbledore. She stood behind the podium, setting her stack of parchment on a seat behind her for ease of access, and turned to face the gathered, with one of her most simpering smiles on her pouchy toad like face. She cleared her throat with a soft girlish cough and began to address the assembled.
"Thank you all for coming." She began. "Tonight I wish to speak to you about a great threat to our world that has been allowed to grow right under our noses. As you all know, at the end of the Tri-Wizard tournament, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore announced to the Wizengamot that one of the most feared terrorists in recent history had somehow defied natural law, and returned the dead. For nearly the last year, he has pressed this farce at every opportunity, and I believe it is part of a much more nefarious plot. I believe that Albus Dumbledore himself is preparing to usurp our government."
There was a small wave of conversation among those in attendance and Umbridge waved her fat little hands to quiet them.
"This isn't some insane conspiracy theory. I have brought documented proof of everything that I myself have observed, as well as reports from trusted patriots who are closer to Dumbledore and his schemes than I. At the heart of this plot is an innocent young man, who has been brainwashed by Dumbledore to perpetuate this so-called threat because Dumbledore knows how we all feel about the poor boy. Harry Potter is a pawn in Dumbledore's grand chess plan, and has suffered at the hands of the so-called greatest wizard of our time. Albus Dumbledore has manipulated a child's entire life to make himself appear to be a kind grandfather like figure that the Boy-Who-Lived would trust and defend vehemently. It is for this reason I believe Harry Potter found himself entered into the Tri-Wizard Tournament, a tournament a boy of fourteen should not have been able to compete in so fantastically."
"Madam Umbridge, are you saying Dumbledore interfered in the tournament to aid in Potter's win?" Someone asked.
"I'm saying Dumbledore was the one to place Potter's name in the Goblet of Fire ensuring he would be selected to compete!" Umbridge said, raising her voice. "Dumbledore then guided Potter through each task, all the while implanting the delusion that he would face He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named within the maze during the final task. I've spoken to the boy myself on many occasions, and even he doubts his own mind. Our own Minister of Magic has also become victim to Dumbledore's manipulations. How else can we explain his very sudden change of heart or the preparations made by the Ministry in order to fight a war that will never come?"
"Then who killed Cedric Diggory?" Someone asked.
"Someone working with Dumbledore. The old man would never get his hands dirty in such a matter. but he had been known to associate with less than desirable characters. It's well known he employed a werewolf to teach students. Is it too much to think he might have paid some scoundrel a small purse of gold to kill a child in order to make his story of the resurrection of You-Know-Who more plausible?" Umbridge stated emphatically.
"What about the collapse of Azkaban?" Another person called out.
"A falsehood." Umbridge countered. "An elaborate charade arranged by Dumbledore himself. How else can you explain how not a single prisoner has been recaptured? Our Aurors are some of the very best in the world. If that many prisoners had broken out, the Aurors would have found at least half of them by now, wouldn't you agree?"
This gave the audience pause as they all thought over the scenario. It was true that the British Aurors were some of the very best in the world. It was well known that they often assisted other countries in training, and investigations. However, since the last war, the Aurors Corps. had not been replenished, and that could be at least one reason for escaped prisoners to not be reacquired.
"If we do not act soon, Dumbledore will drive our society to ruin once and for all. You've all seen for yourself how he's tried to gain rights for dark creatures like werewolves and vampires. You know of his love for impure beings, and his desire to deteriorate magic by mixing with muggleborns. If he gains the power he seeks, how long will it be until we here find ourselves becoming second class citizens, or worse… less than human?"
Umbridge could see that she had struck a chord as those gathered began to discuss among themselves. She could see many worried expressions, and she was pleased by it.
Lucius Malfoy rose, and the others began to quiet as they all looked at him.
"I have spoken to many of you in the past about Dumbledore, and his running of Hogwarts. My questioning of his methods ended with me being forced out of the Board of Governors, who were manipulated by Dumbledore into believing that I was a threat to them. All I wished was for the very best magical education for our children. Instead, we've allowed him to manipulate young minds to his way of thinking, essentially building an army. If Madam Umbridge is right, and Dumbledore is preparing to take over our government, he will already have thousands to support his regime. We must not allow this to happen." Malfoy said, earning many nods of agreement.
"Before we act," Said Rupert Thorne, a slim, powerful looking man with a long graying beard, and cold hard eyes. "I think it prudent to hear all that Madam Umbridge has uncovered. We must also discuss the possibility of a government transition, and figure out whom we can trust to lead our world, should this all come to pass."
There was a chorus of agreement, and Umbridge fought down a smile as she turned to gather her materials. "I have labored long and hard to gather this information which I present to you tonight." She began. "When I finish, I think you will agree that the threat is real, and that the only way to prevent a total collapse is to stop Albus Dumbledore now!"
Umbridge could see now that she had their attention, and that they were more than willing to listen. She was confident that when she was through, they would be clambering to imprison Dumbledore, and perhaps, she herself would be called upon to lead the country. She would refuse of course. She was not seeking that sort of power for herself. She just wished to see justice!
"I have already spoken of my theory of how Dumbledore manipulated the Triwizard Tournament, but I believe it goes deeper than that. I do not know where the plot begins, but here is what I do know as fact…" Umbridge began.
Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his fingers steepled as he watched his two guests got settled into the seats in front of his desk. The woman was simply stunning. Long silvery blonde hair and bright sparkling blue eyes. She sat demurely, crossing her long slender legs, and folding her hands in her lap, while her companion, a tall, ruggedly handsome young man with long red hair, and a dragon fang earring paced slowly, gathering his thoughts. The woman kept glancing up at the man, giving him worried looks.
"I was informed already of the incident, but I am pleased you wish to come see me in person. Anything you can tell me could prove invaluable." Dumbledore stated. The redheaded man nodded as he placed his hands on the back of the empty chair next to where the woman was sitting. The woman reached up to wrap her slender hand around his as she gave him an encouraging smile.
"I've never even thought in my wildest fantasies anyone could be so bold, Professor." The man said as he rubbed his chin. "They were well prepared for everything the Goblins would throw at them, and worse… they knew they weren't going to be leaving the bank alive."
"Start from the beginning, Mr. Weasley, and do your best to include everything, no matter how insignificant it may seem to you." Dumbledore urged.
"The goblins had only just opened for business." The man began. "I was at Fleur's desk, and we were discussing something or other when they opened the doors. There were a handful of people who came in to conduct their morning business, and I didn't really pay any attention. When I finished my conversation with Fleur, I went to see Thaghorn who heads my department. We were supposed to talk about a contract in Norway that the bank wanted my expertise on. It must have been about this time the group came in."
"How many of them?" Dumbledore asked.
"At least five that I know of for sure, but there could have been more. From what I overheard afterwards, it appears they knew exactly where to position themselves." The man said, scratching his cheek thoughtfully.
"Zey seemed to know everyzing." Fleur Delacour said in her heavy French accent. "Zey knew where the Security Trolls would come from, and zey knew who to watch, and where many of the traps lie."
Fleur looked to Bill Weasley who looked deep in thought. He scratched his cheek again, pondering all he had seen and heard from the incident they were telling Dumbledore about.
"Please continue Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore urged his male guest.
"From what I gathered, two of them went down into the vaults with one of the goblins. When the alarms went off, it was a mad scramble by the Gringott's guards. The bank began lock down procedures, but it didn't happen as quickly as normal. I didn't notice that until it was all done. Myself, and two other cursebreakers offered to help, but the Goblins refused. You know how untrustworthy they can be. I decided to go check on Fleur."
"One of zem blockaded ze Security Trolls wiz a giant stone wall. Ze ozzer two kept ze goblins at bay wiz fire focused spells." Fleur offered. "It wasn't too long before on of ze Death Eaters emerged from ze vaults. He was hurt quite badly, covered in blood. He began firing spells at anything zat moved. When he got close enough to one of the walls of fire, he threw zomezing to one of his friends."
"It was then that someone managed to release the Security Trolls, and myself and Daniel Lawrence managed to extinguish the flames. After that it was bedlam. The goblins said that the item that was taken passed to two others before making it out of the bank. Whoever got it then disapparated before they could be caught. I don't know how they managed to fool the ledgers and gain access to the vault, but the Goblins aren't talking about it either. At least not openly. The five who actually came into the bank were killed, but whoever was on the outside and got the item got away without so much as a scratch."
"And which vault did they break into?" Dumbledore asked.
"The LeStrange Vault." Bill Weasley said. "According to the goblins, the only thing taken was a cup."
"A cup you say?" Dumbledore looked rather intrigued now.
"Oui." Fleur Delacour nodded. "A small gold cup was all that was taken according to the audit the Goblins did when it was all over. The Vault itself had been sealed for fourteen years, ever since…"
"Bellatrix, and Rudolphus were imprisoned." Dumbledore finished Fleur's sentence. "Thank you both for sharing with me. I believe you have helped me immensely."
"So the cup was important then?" Bill asked, and Albus smiled softly.
"It is possible. If these thieves were willing to give their lives, I believe that this cup is important, though I do not know why at the moment." Dumbledore said, rising to his feet. He motioned to Bill and Fleur, and the couple understood that the meeting was completed. "Should you learn anything more, please do your best to inform me."
"We will." Bill said, and he and fleur took their leave. Dumbledore immediately turned, and went to the fireplace, taking a handful of Floo powder, and throwing it into the fire. He knelt and placed his head into the warm green flames, and called out "Greengrass manor."
A moment later, and the pretty face of a woman appeared in the flames.
"Professor Dumbledore? Is there a problem?" She asked.
"It is my understanding that Sirius Black is staying with you in order to attend his godson's wedding. Would it be possible to speak to him?
Harry Potter stood leaning against the edge of a large window in his bedroom, staring down at the spot that in a few short hours, he would be wed to Daphne Greengrass. He'd been awake since before dawn, just staring out the window of his room at Greengrass manor. It had been a bit strange for him to spend a night alone. Daphne had been such a constant in his life over the past eight months that he had felt a little like a part of him was missing. He'd had a very difficult time falling asleep that night, and when he'd awoken, he wasn't able to go back to sleep. Since then, he'd been standing there, contemplating his life and trying to overcome all his lingering doubts and fears. Here he was, not even sixteen years old, with a mad man out for his blood, and he was about to marry a beautiful girl, and start a family. It was madness.
And yet, it felt like some beautiful dream that belonged to someone else.
He thought back to the first time he'd spoken to Daphne, back on the Hogwarts Express in September. She'd been so hard and cold when they'd first met. She'd thought that she would be cunning enough to manipulate some stupid boy into doing her bidding within the Ministry. She'd been secretive and unwilling to trust, though she demanded Harry's blind trust, and unquestioning loyalty. That hadn't gone well, and through time, and more than a handful of arguments, and one or two quick duels, Daphne had learned that Harry was not what she'd been looking for to accomplish her goals. In fact, it turned out he was exactly what she needed.
Daphne's best friend Tracey had told Harry on more than one occasion that it was because of Harry that Daphne brought down her walls, and opened her mind to other ideas and possibilities. Tracey relayed to Harry her fears that Daphne could have been lured to the Dark lord's cause with false promises of change, and that Daphne had been so adamant that her ways was the only way that Tracey feared Daphne would wind up dead because of her inability to see outside of her narrow world view.
Harry had not wanted to believe that he could feel anything for someone he'd been forced to marry. Yet somehow, he and Daphne had found it, cultivated it, and allowed it to grow between them. He was really happy, and that was the reason he'd been unable to sleep. It was Harry experience that any happiness he ever had was usually quickly torn apart.
Not to mention that he was fifteen and about to be married, and expected to become a father within a year. Gods how it scared him. He had so much more to lose now.
A soft knock at the door tore him from his thoughts. Harry crossed the room to open the door to find Sirius standing there holding a plate with food, a huge smile on his face.
"Morning kid, thought you might be hungry." Sirius said. Harry gave a weak smiled and stepped aside to allow his godfather entrance. Sirius set the plate down on the desk and took the chair out to sit down as Harry moved back to his spot next to the window, though this time he didn't stare out, but turned to look at his godfather, who gave him an encouraging smile.
"So, if I'm guessing right, you're questioning everything that's happening in your life right now." Sirius said with no preamble. "Will you be a good husband? Will you be a good father? How in the nine levels of hells can you possibly think about getting married while Voldemort is still out there? How can you protect Daphne without pushing her away? Where will you live? Where will we get money while we're still in school? Does that cover it?"
Harry gave a weak smile and nodded. "Tip of the iceberg, but yeah."
Sirius nodded. "Yeah, I thought so. And unfortunately, I don't have any fatherly advice for you here. I never got married because they don't really allow that sort of thin in Azkaban."
Harry couldn't help the small chuckle, and Sirius grinned at him.
"But I can tell you that you're not the first groom to wonder about all of these things… well, about most of hit. You're probably the first and only bloke to have to worry about a maniacal psychopath coming after you. But the rest of it, every groom asks himself those things. It's your nerves. They call it getting cold feet. You dad went through the same thing, so I'm here to tell you the very same thing I told him the day he married your mother. Now pay attention because this is pure gold. Ready?"
Harry nodded eagerly. And Sirius made a show of preparing for a long helpful speech.
"Breathe." He said simply and then sat back as if exhausted, though he was smirking.
Harry could only stare.
"Breathe?" He asked Sirius. "Really? That's all you got?"
"Harry, your life is going to be full of moments just like this. Moments where you question your preparedness for whatever is about to happen. Be it your marriage, welcoming your first child, taking your first job, buying your first house, facing down a crazed dark wizard with a god complex. Whatever it is, you're never going to feel truly prepared for it. When you have those moments, you need to stop and just breath. Center yourself and know that you've done everything within your power to prepare. But also keep in mind that life is funny, and loves to throw little monkey wrenches in the works. No matter how well you've prepared, there is always going to be something you didn't foresee. You need to be able to adapt. To roll with it. Trust in yourself, and the people around you to have your back. And most importantly, trust in your bond with Daphne. You understand what I'm telling you?" Sirius said pointedly and Harry mulled it over for a bit before he nodded.
"Your situation isn't ideal. You two were forced together, but you both chose to love each other, and not everyone did that. That's the difference, and what's most important here. You and Daphne chose to open up to one another, and you chose to not fight against whatever feelings you had. And it's plausible that you two could have found each other later on, when you were ready to find one another. It was that way for you parents. Even though James loved Lily all through school, they came together when the time was right for them. James was immature, and childish, and Lily had no interest in that type of thing. Your father had to grow up. And when he did Lily saw the man he was at his heart, and that's what she fell in love with. Just like the way Daphne fell for you, and you for her."
"Why did he 'grow up'?" Harry asked. "What happened?"
Sirius' smile faded a bit and he sat back in his seat, his shoulders sagging a bit. "After our fifth year, the war started getting worse. We didn't pay a lot of attention to it because it was out there, and didn't really affect us. By this time I was living with the Potters, and had been cast out of my own family. I was still pretty carefree, but your father was starting to understand how the war was affecting the world, especially where it came to Lily. I think he also thought that he was not likely ever going to get a chance with her as well. During our sixth year, he studied a bit harder than the rest of us, except maybe Remus. He still joined us on all our adventures, and still came up with the best ideas, but he was more aware of things happening not only out in the world, but within Hogwarts itself. He knew who most of the potential Death Eaters were, though he rarely talked about it with us because for me at least, it was a real downer."
Sirius took a deep breath here and reached for a piece of bacon from Harry's breakfast.
"Everything changed for all of us just before the start of our final year." Sirius continued. "Two days after we got our Hogwarts letters, and we discovered James had been made Head boy, Your great Uncle Nathaniel was killed by Death Eaters. I'd only met the man a handful of times, but James was really close to him."
"I had a great Uncle?" Harry asked softly. Sirius grimaced.
"I'm sorry Harry, I keep forgetting how little you knew of your family. One day soon, I'll tell you all I know of your family." Sirius stated.
"Daphne showed me a little when we first got together. There wasn't a lot." Harry said a bit sadly.
"The Potters were always pretty secretive… no that's not the right word. Private works better." Sirius corrected himself. "Anyway, after that, the war became real for James, and in some ways, to the rest of us. We all vowed to fight Voldemort, and Both James and I submitted our applications to the Aurors, even though we had a year left in school. When we returned to school, James told us on the train that Lily had been made Head Girl, and she was more than a little perturbed that he was the Head Boy. But within a week, her opinion was changing about James. She cornered me in the library one night, and asked me what James was up to. She was convinced he was doing something. She even thought he might have dosed her with a potion of some kind. I was rather angry at the accusation, and I let her have it."
"Let her have it?" Harry wondered.
"Lily was a brilliant woman, not unlike your friend Hermione." Sirius smiled softly. "And not unlike Hermione, Lily had trouble seeing the larger picture. I informed her of what kind of man James was, and told her of his devotion to her, even though they'd never dated. And then I told her what had happened to James's family. I asked her what it was that James was doing that annoyed her so much, and she told me that he was quiet when they were alone. He didn't smile much, or make as many jokes as she was normally used to. From then on, things changed between them, and they started spending more and more time together. I admit I was jealous because I thought I was losing my best friend, but I soon understood that the Marauders were gaining a new member. And how could I deny my best friend his heart's desire? James had loved Lily from the moment he laid eyes on her, and now she was falling for him. While we had great times in school, I know in my heart that our last year was James's favorite. When we left Hogwarts, James and I were headed for the Aurors, Remus had the promise of an apprenticeship, despite his condition. Lily was set to start work on her charms mastery, and Peter… Well Peter told us he had big plans."
"Sounds like you all thought things were going to be great." Harry sighed.
"How could we not?" Sirius asked. "We were young, and ready to conquer the world. When James and I graduated the Auror Academy, Dumbledore approached us about joining the Order of the Phoenix. We brought Remus Peter and Lily as well and we kept our vow to fight against the Death Eaters, and for a little while, it looked as though we would win. James even proposed to your mother. Man, I can't remember seeing James so nervous… until their wedding day anyway. James was always sparse with the details, but I do know that Lily cried when she said yes. They went to Lily's parents and told them the good news, and that seemed to cement the divide between your mother and your Aunt. Lily wouldn't say much about it, but James told me they had quite a row. Your mother tried and tried to patch things up with Petunia, but your Aunt just refused."
Harry had somehow finished his breakfast throughout Sirius's story, though he'd been unaware he was actually eating. Sirius chuckled a little when Harry reached for more bacon to find the plate now empty. Harry looked a little embarrassed, and disappointed by the disappearance of all the food.
"The day they were married, your father was ready to jump out of his skin. He was a mess. And just like you, he was asking himself some pretty tough questions. And that's when, as his best man, I took him aside and gave him the same advice I gave you. Just breathe. He wasn't alone in all of it, and neither are you. Daphne will be by your side from today onward, and Neville, and Tracey and Hermione and Ron and I will all be there when you need us."
"Ron and I have barely spoken since February." Harry sighed a little sadly.
"That doesn't mean he isn't your friend." Sirius reminded. "You told me yourself that he told you he felt he had to grow up, and from what I've heard it sounds like he's doing just that. Sometimes we grow apart from people Harry. That's just life. It doesn't mean that we don't care about those people anymore. Ron is still your friend, and I know that because he's going to be here today."
Harry looked up with astonishment and Sirius grinned.
"He wrote last night and apologized for taking so long, but he'd lost his invitation, and had to work up the nerve to invite a date. He'll be here around noon." Sirius said, and Harry began to smile.
"So, all of your family will be here to watch you take this next step in your life, and we'll all be here whenever you need us. And, you're gaining more family as well. Daphne's father and mother, and even her sister love you more than you know. You showed them how important family is to you at Christmas when you fought with them, and saved them."
"I didn't save them all." Harry said a little dejectedly.
"And you'll never be able to Harry." Sirius said, standing up and clapping Harry on the shoulder. "You're not a god, and you're not a superhero. You're one person with the weight of the world on his shoulders. One of your greatest qualities is also one of your greatest faults kid, and that's the fact that you believe you're the only one who can stop the darkness. You can't. Long after Voldemort is gone, someone somewhere will think they can do what Voldemort couldn't. It isn't up to you to stop every wanker who thinks they can rule the world. The only responsibility you have is to try your damnedest to see that every day you breathe, you honor and love the girl you marry today. You do everything in your power to love her, to help her when she needs it, encourage her when she wants to try, and be there for her when it feels like her world is crashing down around her."
Harry stood and hugged his Godfather, who embraced him back.
"Thanks Sirius." Harry smiled.
"I'm your Godfather, and your best man Harry.' He smirked. "It's what we do."
A knock at the door made them turn and Sirius called for the visitor to enter. Astoria peeked her head in, her hair piled into a messy bun on top of her head. She was draped in a purple dressing gown.
"There's a floo call for you downstairs Mr. Black." She said softly, and stifled a quick yawn.
"I'll be back in a bit Harry." Sirius said, sliding past Astoria, who stepped into Harry's room and closed the door behind her.
"I never thanked you Harry." She said softly. Harry cocked his head questioningly, and Astoria reached into her robe and slid out the necklace he'd given her as a gift.
"I've worn this every single day since Christmas. And not because it was expensive or anything like that, but because of what it meant." She said softly.
"It wasn't supposed to…" He started but she held up her hand to silence him.
"I know to you it didn't mean much. Just a gift to give to your snotty… no, bitchy future sister-in-law. I didn't deserve this at all, and I gave you a really terrible gift. To me it showed that even though I didn't deserve it, and I'd treated you like you were less than scum, you were above it. But that wasn't it either. That was the day that you saved my life. You stopped that Death Eater from killing me. You didn't have to. You didn't owe me anything. You just did it. Since that day, I've considered you a brother. Not because you were going to Marry Daphne, but because you were willing to sacrifice yourself for me, even though I'd done nothing to earn that. I've worn this every day because it reminds me of what kind of man you are, and what kind of people I want in my life. It reminds me to strive to be the kind of person who deserves to be…"
There were tears in her eyes and Harry found himself taking her in his arms. Astoria squeezed him tightly and thanked him again for saving her and for opening her eyes. She pulled away from him and looked him right in the eye.
"Also, you should know that if I even suspect you've hurt my sister…" She began, a small smile appearing on her face.
"Understood." Harry grinned back.
"Good." Astoria said, wiping at her eyes. "Now excuse me, I have to go make myself glamorous. Do you need anything?"
"No." Harry shook his head. "I think I'm going to be okay."
Daphne stared at her reflection in the mirror as her Aunt Julia finished her hair. Julia had remained unusually quiet during the process for which Daphne was quite grateful for. Daphne's mother had been in and out of Daphne's room, but very little had been spoken. Normally Daphne would have been suspicious of all the silence, were it not for the fact that she was trying hard not to empty the contents of her stomach. She was shaking like an Autumn leaf in the wind.
However the silence was broken at last when her Maid of Honor arrived. Tracey burst into the room, and rushed over to her best friend hugging her tightly.
"I can't believe you're finally doing it! I mean I knew you were going to, you had to right? It's the law and everything, but you were dragging your feet with everything. When you told me that you were throwing out all the plans you'd made to do this, I just was like, oh sure, whatever, but here we are, and you and Harry are actually getting married. I can't even believe it. Are you nervous? I bet you're nervous. I was nervous. Remember how much chocolate I ate. That was really good chocolate. I think there was a calming draught in it, but Anna says it was just chocolate. I'm shocked my dress didn't rip apart because I must have gained ten pounds, I was so worried I would trip or say something stupid, or just start blabbering on and on which would have been so embarrassing. I know you won't do that. Are you okay? You look like you're going to throw up…and there she goes…"
Daphne sprinted into the bathroom just as her mother returned with Daphne's dress and shoes. She glanced at her sister who nodded in Tracey's direction. Tracey had her hands over her mouth as they all listened to Daphne empty her stomach. Abigail sighed, laying the dress on the bed before she went to the bathroom.
"Are you okay now?" she asked her daughter who shook her head.
"I don't think I'm ready for this." She said, wiping at her mouth.
"Of course you're not." Abigail said shutting the door behind her so she was alone with her daughter. "We tried to warn you when you so adamantly demanded that we submit your name into this ridiculous law. Your father and I were so afraid for you Daphne."
"Why did you submit my name?" Daphne asked. "You knew I was making empty threats. Where could I have gone? What could I have done?"
"That's what frightened us." Abigail stated. "We know how resourceful you could be, and we also know how stubborn you could be. Our fear was that you would leave and that you'd wind up in a situation where we couldn't help you. We felt in the end that if we allowed you this, even though you'd be losing something special, we could still try and protect you. But then you were paired with Harry Potter. We were so afraid for you, and of losing you. But then you brought him home, and he showed us what kind of man he is. Daphne my sweet, sweet girl, we couldn't be more certain that you will have a long and happy life together. He showed us how protective, warm, and kind he could be. And the fact he stood up to Nana Belle…"
"I'm still impressed by that." Daphne admitted.
"So is she." Abigail smirked. "She was remarking on it when I was downstairs earlier. I get the feeling that if she were a hundred years younger…"
"Ugh! Don't say that! I don't know if there's anything left for me to throw up." Daphne grimaced.
They fell silent for a moment before Daphne looked at her mother with frightened eyes. "I'm afraid Mum. I love him so much and I'm afraid of losing him."
Abigail moved to hold her daughter who began to cry. Abigail's heart broke a bit at the sound of her daughter's anguish.
"We never know how much time we're allowed here." Abigail began. "Some of us will be here for many, many years, while others are here for but an instant. What matters most isn't the amount of time we have, but what we do in that time. You have always been a headstrong, independent person, and I am so proud of the young woman you are becoming. I also so happy to see how you've blossomed because of Harry. I know it's because you allowed yourself to love and be loved, and it's for that reason I hope with all my heart that the two of you have a very long happy life together. But I also know that the reality is that Harry is at the center of this conflict. I wish I could gaze into the future and tell you that it will all be okay, but I can't and can only hope that you both get all the happiness you deserve. The only thing I can do is to tell you to treasure him every day that he is at your side, because I know that he will do the same to you. I see it in his eyes when he looks at you Daphne. I see it in yours now. You two are very deeply in love, even if you have yet to really understand it. I know that you will be happy together."
"I do love him." Daphne sighed, wiping at her eyes. "I never knew that I could love anyone the way I love him. I don't know why I do, or how it happened. I just know that I feel stronger with him. Better."
"Even after all these years, I feel the same about your father." Abigail said knowingly. "When you're standing there next to him this afternoon. Forget about everything except what you feel for him. Hold onto that. Forget about all your doubt, and your fears, and focus on your love for Harry, and know that what you feel today will only get stronger tomorrow."
"Thank you, Mum." Daphne gave a watery smile.
"Now let's make you so beautiful he won't be able to breathe when he finally looks at you." Abigail grinned mischievously as she guided her daughter back into the bedroom.
Harry had finished dressing, and been escorted down to the study where his soon to be Father-in-law, Neville, and Sirius were waiting. Cyrus offered Harry a drink of Firewhiskey to help calm his nerves, but Harry kindly refused him. Harry couldn't help but notice the look on Cyrus' face when he did so. His future Father-In-Law looked rather impressed.
The conversation was light, and Neville was regaling the others with the talk he got from his own Father-In-Law right before his own wedding. Harry glanced at Cyrus who waved off Harry's concerns.
"I'm a pretty good judge of character Harry, and I don't really have any concerns about the man marrying my daughter. Besides, Abigail would skin me alive if I made you any more nervous than you likely are." Cyrus said, shuddering for effect. Harry chuckled lightly and Sirius barked with laughter.
A knock caused them all to turn, and find a rather anxious looking redhead peeking inside.
"I-I was looking for Harry." Ron Weasley said.
"Ron!" Harry smiled stepping forward.
"Hey mate, it's good to see you." Ron said entering the room fully, before looking at the others. "My apologies, but would it be alright if…"
"Come on gentlemen." Cyrus said, rising from his chair. "I've got a few things to show you that are in store for the newlyweds."
Sirius clapped Harry's shoulder as he passed, and Neville gave him a smile that inspired confidence. When they were alone, Ron tugged at the collar of his dress robes.
"Pretty swanky house." He said nervously. He was tugging at his sleeve as he looked around the study.
"It's okay." Harry shrugged. "A little too fancy for me."
Ron nodded.
"It's been kind of a long time since we talked, and I was a little surprised when I got the invitation. I mean, I just didn't think…"
"Ron," Harry said with a smile. "I know we've had our differences, but you're still my friend. I couldn't even think about doing this without you here."
"That means a lot." Ron nodded. "I've wanted to talk to you for a while you know. I just… I've been busy. McGonagall took me aside the other day to tell me how impressed she was with my work lately. Even Hermione was impressed when she saw the marks on my last Charms essay. And I've been spending time with some new people. I've even wondered if you and I were still as close as we were if I would have bothered making any new friends."
"I kind of wonder that as well." Harry shrugged. "I know that I wouldn't have bothered to listen to any Slytherins if we were."
"Yeah." Ron nodded. "That could have been really bad. I still don't know if I like all of them, but I can't argue with the results you managed to get working with them. If we had been best friends, I think I would have done my best to not get you to listen to them. I was pretty close-minded."
"No more than I was. Malfoy really left a bad taste." Harry smirked.
"How are you?" Ron asked. "I mean with all this… I mean, it seems like you're doing okay, but I also know you're really good about hiding what you're really feeling until you're ready to explode."
"To be honest I was going spare earlier, but Sirius really helped. It's still… just a lot, you know. I keep asking myself if I'm going to be able to do this." Harry admitted.
"Do you love her?" Ron asked pointedly. Harry looked at the redhead and gave single nod, but Ron didn't seem satisfied.
"Harry, do you love Daphne?" He asked more pointedly.
"I do." Harry began to smile. "She's everything I didn't even know I wanted. And for whatever reason, she seems to love me."
"That's obvious.' Ron smirked. "I've seen you guys together, and I've listened to Hermione and some other people who've seen how you guys are together. It's clear to everyone, even someone as thick as I am that you guys love each other. It's been kind of fun to watch you guys… or it would have been if I'd been in a better headspace. But the point I was going to make is that so long as you love her, and she loves you. That's the only thing that matters. My parents loved each other, and there wasn't a single problem they couldn't solve together. Even though we were poor, it never mattered because Mum and Dad never let us go without. We might not have had the best, but they took care of everything we needed, and that's all that mattered. You and Daphne will be the same. As long as you remember what's truly important, and that's how you feel about each other."
"When did you get so smart?" Harry asked with bewilderment on his face.
Ron could only shrug here, as he fought down a smile of his own. "I've been hanging out with some smart people. Maybe it's rubbing off on me."
"Would one of those smart people happen to be your date?" Harry asked curiously, and Ron's face went crimson.
"It's uh… it's our first date.' Ron said clearing his throat. "We've been hanging out a lot lately, and she's amazing. I really don't deserve her, or anyone like her. It took me a while to get my nerve up, and I've been wanting to ask her out for a while. When I did manage to ask, she just laughed and I thought she was turning me down, but then she asked me why it took so long, and that she'd been trying to hint the she wanted me to ask her out. All I could do was apologize for being so thick. Then she kissed me and told me she'd forgiven me for being a boy a long time ago."
Harry couldn't help but laugh and Ron rubbed the back of his neck giving a halfhearted shrug.
"So who is it?" Harry asked when he managed to calm down.
"Padma Patil." Hermione Granger said. The boys turned and smiled as their friend entered the study looking quite fetching in a red dress with matching heeled shoes. She hugged Harry tightly and then embraced Ron tightly.
"It's really good to see you both in the same room again." She said, wiping quickly at her eye.
"It's good to be in the same room again.' Ron added. "You look brilliant Hermione."
"Thank you." She said demurely. "You both look smashing as well."
"I'm a little shocked by this whole Padma thing." Harry stated. "I mean, I knew you guys had been talking and I'd seen you guys together, but I didn't know…"
"Yeah. Like I said, I've wanted to ask her out for a while, but I was feeling pretty unsure of myself. She's been a really great friend to me during all of this, and because of her, and what happened between us, I've been talking to a lot of different people. I was a wreck when I asked her to come with me today, but like I said…"
"Do you think you're going to make a go of it?" Harry asked.
"I want to try." Ron shrugged. "We'll see if I can make it through today without blundering it all too bad."
"You don't give yourself enough credit Ron." Hermione said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Just try to not let your nerves get the better of you." Harry said.
"You two are so stupid!" Hermione said before grabbing them both and hugging them tightly. The trio began to laugh could only laugh for a long time.
Abigail approached her husband who was speaking to the wedding Official, Sirius Black and Nana Belle, who had her arm linked through Sirius', almost as if she'd claimed the man. Abigail had to wonder if the Black heir had charmed Nana Belle the way Harry had, and she had to fight down a chuckle as she slipped a hand on her husband's shoulder. Cyrus turned and Abigail reached up to place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"I think she's ready for you." She whispered.
Cyrus nodded, and turned to the Official and gave him a nod. The Official then began to usher people into their seats so that they could begin. Sirius turned for the study where Harry was still talking with his friends and Cyrus headed up the stairs to his eldest daughter's room.
He rapped on her door three times before Tracey called for him to enter. Cyrus smiled appreciatively at the girl he considered another daughter who was grinning at him, and picking up her bouquet, and giving herself a final look before pointing to the bathroom.
"She's in there." Tracey smiled.
"You look beautiful Tracey." Cyrus said warmly, giving the girl a quick hug.
"This old thing?" Tracey smirked. "Just wait until you see Daphne. I'll see you downstairs."
Tracey dashed out of the bedroom and Cyrus called for Daphne. It was nearly a full minute before a vision stepped out of the bathroom, smiling nervously. Cyrus felt all the air in his lungs leave him, and he had to sit down. In a rush, a million memories swept through his mind as he stared at the young woman before him. The first time he held her in his arms the day she had been born. Her first smile. Her first steps. Her first bout of accidental magic. So many nappies. Countless bedtime stories, or songs sung to a fussy little girl. All of it combined with seeing her in such a stunning gown on the day she was to be wed had him completely choked up.
"You don't like it?" Daphne asked, sounding fearful. Her face fell, and she looked as if she wanted to change, or maybe even run away from all of it.
"I don't think I've ever seen you look more beautiful." Cyrus stated breathlessly. "It's every father's most feared moment, and yet the day they look forward to all the same. The day their daughter gets married. We hope that we've prepared you, and know that it's the day we can no longer protect our little girls."
Cyrus began to feel tears sting his eyes, and Daphne began fanning her face.
"Dad I'm begging you not to start. I'm barely holding it together here, and if you start, I'll start and Aunt Julia will need to redo my makeup." Daphne pleaded.
"I can't make any promises." Cyrus said as he got to his feet again. I was sure I had a few more years before this day. But you're as stubborn as your mother. I'm just happy that even though you're forced to marry him, you're doing it because you love him."
"I do." Daphne said emphatically. "I really, really do."
"Good." Cyrus nodded. "Now, before I give you away…"
Cyrus choked on the words, and Daphne again pleaded for her father to not break down.
"I would like to give you a gift." He reached into his pocket and pulled a black velvet box which he opened. Daphne's eyes widened in surprised at the small delicate looking gold heart. Centered in the white cold pendant was a blue diamond, the same color as Daphne's eyes.
"This has been in our family for seven generations. It was given to your Great Great Great grandmother on her wedding day. Your Nana Belle gave it to me to give to you."
"Why didn't she give it to me?" Daphne asked.
"Because she said it was always passed from father to daughter." Cyrus said. "Though I think she didn't want to be embarrassed showing actual affection. She had a reputation to live up to."
Daphne couldn't help but laugh as her father took the necklace out of the box and place it around Daphne's neck. When the necklace was in place, Cyrus took his daughter's hands in his and squeezed them.
I've tried to imagine the things I might say to you at this moment many times. But now that it's here, I find myself at a complete loss for words. So all I will say is that I am truly proud of you today, and I know that you and Harry will be very happy together so long as you remember what you mean to one another, and all the things you've taught each other."
"We will." Daphne said firmly. "I know we will."
"I know you will too." Cyrus nodded. "Now. If you're ready, there's a young man downstairs who's waiting to start his life with you."
"And I'm ready to start mine with him. Thank you Dad." She smiled, reaching up and kissing his cheek.
No one could have asked for a more beautiful day. The sun shone brightly with nary a cloud in the sky. It was comfortably warm, with the softest of breezes. The air smelled of fresh cut grass and flowers, and the sound of the birds was the sweetest music.
There were only thirty white chairs set up, but every one of them was filled with people who all sat quietly, or having whispered conversations so as not to disturb the tranquility of the setting. A long white carpet had been laid on the ground leading up to a large white marble fountain, not too dissimilar from the one within the Ministry of Magic. Except this fountain had no statuary. There were only five spouts that directed streams of water in arches to the center of the fountain where they collided with one another merrily.
The official took his place in front of the fountain and smiled at the guests who all turned as the musical duo began to play softly. Everyone turned to look as Harry, accompanied by his grinning godfather began to walk down the aisle. Harry couldn't help feel a little relief that Daphne had chosen to make their wedding a small affair. Instead of hundreds of people most of whom they likely wouldn't have known, they were going to be wed in front of the people who mattered the most. As Harry made his way towards the fountain, he looked at those who he'd asked to be here this day. Neville Longbottom, who'd become one of Harry's best friends nodded to him giving a small smile which Harry returned. Next to him was Hermione who was wiping away tears, giving her best friend a winning smile. There was Joshua Montague and his betrothed Pansy Parkinson. Joshua gave Harry a nod of appreciation while Pansy just watched, looking a little nervous. And finally, Remus Lupin gave Harry a look of pride.
Harry heard Sirius stifle a small chuckle and Harry wondered if his godfather had thought of another story of Harry's father's wedding day. The two men stopped in front of the official who gave them both a nod and then turned his attention back up the aisle as Tracey, dressed in a stunning dress of green began to make her way down the aisle, carrying a bouquet of lilacs. Her auburn hair was swept up into a classic updo style tied with lilac colored ribbons. The dress was a knee length dark green dress with lace mesh.
As she passed Neville, she gave him a little wink which made Neville start to blush. She took her spot in front of the Fountain and gave Harry one of her brightest smiles. Harry smiled back and turned as the music changed.
A hush fell over everyone, and even the birds seemed stunned into silence as Daphne appeared, escorted by her father.
Harry's heart simply stopped at the sight of his bride. Daphne had always been beautiful, but in this moment she was simply exquisite. Or maybe radiant. Or maybe she was stunning. Harry really couldn't find any words to describe how Daphne looked.
Her honey blonde hair was done in a princess style with flowers weaved into it. She carried a bouquet of lilacs, and the dress was absolutely amazing. Shoulderless, but with long mesh sleeves with intricate designs on them. The dress itself shimmered in the sunlight as if it were made of fresh snow and diamonds.
As she and Cyrus drew nearer, Harry could see that she was trembling, and her eyes were watery. Harry wondered if she was having doubts, or might run away from him. But when she and her father stopped, Daphne refused to stop looking into Harry's eyes, and it occurred to him that perhaps she was only just holding it together, just as he was.
"Who gives this woman away today?" The official said loudly, startling Harry.
"I do." Cyrus spoke as he glanced warmly at his eldest daughter. "Cyrus Greengrass, her father."
With that, Cyrus turned to Daphne and bent to place a gently kiss on his daughter's cheek before turning to give a warm smile to Harry who had stepped forward to take Daphne by the hand.
Harry gave her hand the gentlest of squeezes, and she smiled at him, a single tear managing to escape from her eye. They turned as one to face the official who was now beaming at the young couple. Daphne handed her bouquet to Tracey who grinned brightly at her best friend.
"We understand many things in this world. Yet we still find some answers elusive. Love is one of those mysteries. It is powerful beyond reckoning. In drives us, comforts us, breaks us, and heals us. It is love that binds us all. And on this day, it is love that will bind this man to this woman for eternity." The Official said to the guests, who all looked on in wonder, and joy as Daphne glanced at Harry, knowing he was pondering the Officials words and what they might truly mean. Love was the power Harry had that would help him end the Dark Lord. Daphne hoped with all her heart that her love for him would give him that power.
"Daphne Isabelle Greengrass." The Official said, looking to the young woman. He stepped forward and slipped a silken scarf from the sleeve of his robes which he then began to wrap around Daphne's wrist. "Will you on this day, take Harry James Potter as your husband? To stand by him in the darkest of night and the brightest of day? to keep no others in your heart for all the rest of your days until death come take you from this world?"
Daphne looked into Harry's brilliant green eyes, fighting not to start blubbering. She had to take a breath before finally managing to softly say, "I do."
The smile that Harry rewarded her with broke the flimsy damn she had been holding onto, and several happy tears slipped down her cheek.
"Harry James Potter," The official said, now taking the silken scarf that was wrapped around Daphne's right hand, and to wrap it around Harry's own right hand, binding the two together. "Will you on this day, take Daphne Isabelle Greengrass as your wife? To stand by him in the darkest of night and the brightest of day? to keep no others in your heart for all the rest of your days until death come take you from this world?"
Harry nodded slowly, never taking his eyes from Daphne's soft blue orbs as he said more to her than to anyone. "I do."
The Official allowed them a single moment before commanding their attention back to him as he held up a ring in each of his hands. He handed the more delicate feminine one to Harry, who admired it. It shone brightly in the sun, the small diamonds sparkling merrily. Daphne now held the more masculine band, her eyes never leaving Harry's face.
"Harry and Daphne have chosen to write their own vows to one another. As you place the ring on her finger, Harry, please say your vows to her." The Official said, taking a single step back.
Harry nodded and Daphne offered her left hand, which trembled so badly, Harry wished his right hand was free so that he may hold onto it to steady it. He slid the wedding band onto her finger and stared into her eyes as he began to speak.
"Daphne, when we met, I was angry, and scared of what had become of my life. But though our union was not our choice, the love I bear you is my own. You've shown me true loyalty, true friendship, and truest love. You've shown me that like can be more than what I thought, and as we begin our lives together, I swear that I will never stop striving to be the man you deserve."
Daphne gave him a watery smile and had to take several breaths. Tracey suddenly reached out, and softly wiped at Daphne's eyes since her friend's hands were otherwise occupied,, and there was a few soft chuckles from the guests, and a breathy thanks from Daphne.
"Harry." Daphne began as she slipped the ring onto his finger. "You have shown me what it means to be truly brave and fiercely loyal. You showed me a respect I didn't deserve, and a kindness only dreamed of. You showed me that I was flawed without shaming me and allowed me to see that I can change the world if I really want it. You opened my heart when I didn't even know it was closed off, and you allowed me into your world and into your heart. I don't know what awaits us in the future..."
Daphne had to pause here as her heart felt like it might burst from her chest. The tears of joy began in earnest now, and Harry's hand squeezed hers, giving her strength.
"But I swear to you that I will not allow you to face anything on your own. You are mine, and I am yours, and there is nothing that we cannot overcome together. I love you Harry Potter, now and forever."
There were several sniffles, and Harry caught a glance of Tracey wiping at her own eyes. He wanted to sweep Daphne into his arms and hold her tightly to him and tell her over and over again how much he loved her.
"Harry, Daphne..." The official said, drawing attention back to him as he drew his wand and touched it to the silken scarf that bound Harry's hand to Daphne's. "You have chosen to declare your love to one another on this day before the gods. It is by their will that I now declare you bonded in marriage for life, and may they bless this union and keep you always."
There was a flash of gold and the silken scarf disappeared, leaving Harry and Daphne's joined hands.
"You may now kiss your bride." The Official smiled, and Harry took Daphne into his arms, and kissed her softly. Daphne wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, and deepened the kiss as their friends and family began to applaud. When their kiss broke, the Official opened his arms.
"May I present, Harry and Daphne Potter."
As one the guests rose to their feet and applauded again. Sirius patted Harry's shoulder and they clasped hands. Sirius came forward and embraced Daphne, holding her tightly and whispering in her ear. "Congratulations."
Tracey hugged Harry tightly and told him that if he ever hurt her friend, she would have words for him. Harry smiled and hugged Tracey tightly promising to do his best to avoid that conversation.
One by one the guests came forward to congratulate the new couple before Cyrus Greengrass suggested that they all move into the tent for a late lunch. Harry and Daphne, arm in arm, and surrounded by the people that meant the most to them, headed to the house laughing and talking. Daphne leaned her head on Harry's shoulder, and he squeezed the hand she had wrapped around his right arm.
The reception that followed the wedding was elegant in its simplicity. Annabelle Davis, Tracey's stepmother could be overheard several times saying how ingenious it had been for Harry and Daphne to keep things so intimate and low key. There was an array of very tempting light foods as well as elven wine and butterbeers. The pair of musicians who had played during the ceremony were joined by four others and everyone seemed to enjoy dancing to the lively music. The only times that Harry and Daphne were separated was when Daphne danced with her father, or Uncle, while Harry danced with Hermione or Tracey or Astoria, who more or less demand a turn with her new Brother-In-Law.
Harry noted how much Ron and Padma danced, and how they looked at each other when they did. He felt a swell of hope for his friend that he might find the same happiness he felt at the moment.
"We need to sit down or I'm going to pass out.' Daphne smiled as the latest song ended. Harry grinned and led his wife to a table, picking up two glasses of wine on their way. They sat down and watched their friends and family carry on around them. Harry laughed as Sirius danced with one of Daphne's Aunts, though he couldn't quite remember which one. He was only certain it wasn't Julia.
"I love seeing that smile." Daphne whispered, sipping her wine as she watched her new husband. Harry looked at her with questioning eyes.
"You don't smile enough for my liking." She continued.
"I have a lot I worry about." Harry shrugged.
"I know." Daphne said, placing her glass down and placing her legs on Harry's lap. She grinned widely as Harry slipped off her shoes and began to rub her feet. "And I didn't even need to ask."
"You won't ever have to.' Harry smirked, and Daphne gave a soft laugh. She allowed him to go on watching their friends as he tended to her tired feet for a bit before she continued with her original thoughts.
"I know how much everything has been weighing on you." She said softly, causing him to look at her once again. "I'm as terrified as you are about everything. I want us to have a long life together, Harry. And I know that before we can truly start that life, we need to stop V-Voldemort."
Harry nodded, and then cocked his head as he looked into his wife's eyes.
"You have a plan." He stated. Daphne shook her head.
"More like a collection of ideas." She replied. "And for now, they'll keep. Today isn't the time to discuss it. Today is the day we take time to celebrate you and I."
She took his hands in hers, and pulled him closer so she could rest her head on his shoulder.
"Tracey told me you threw up." Harry remarked with a hint of humor in his voice. Daphne sighed.
"Tracey needs to learn to keep her mouth shut." Daphne said. "I was really nervous and she made it worse."
"I felt like I was going to throw up all day too.' Harry confessed. "Right up until the moment I saw you. Then it was everything I could do to keep breathing."
"Thank you." Daphne said as she kissed him softly.
"Sorry to interrupt." Sirius said. The newlyweds turned as Sirius pulled a chair up and sat down, setting a small box on the table, sliding it over to them. "But I wanted to give this to you before I left."
"Where are you going?" Harry asked with concern.
"I have something that needs attending to. It's pretty urgent, and I've dallied quite a bit." Sirius said. "I'll explain it later, but for now…"
Sirius indicated the box which Daphne took, and opened. Inside was a set of keys, along with a folded parchment. Daphne gave him a confused look and Sirius smiled.
"This is my wedding gift to you both. A house north of Crawley. It isn't much really, but I think the two of you can make it into something amazing." Sirius grinned.
"Sirius, this is too much." Harry started to say but his godfather waved him off.
"I know that you've probably got a few houses to choose from that have been in your family, but I thought you could make this one your own. It's new, no one's lived in it yet, so there are no shadows hanging over it, you know? And I wanted to do this for you. So, when school lets out for the summer, you two can spend it there and maybe start your family. Just one request…" Sirius said with a smirk. The two kids looked on in anticipation.
"Don't name the kid after me. No one needs that kind of legacy to live up to."
They all laughed as Sirius rose and came around the table. Both Daphne and Harry got to their feet and each embraced Sirius tightly, thanking him. When Sirius had said his goodbyes, he quickly made his way outside of the Greengrass wards where he apparated away.
It had been over twenty five years since Sirius had been here. It was during the very last summer he spent with his own family before going to live with the Potters. The place looked a lot more rundown than the last time he'd been here, when it was brimming with Purebloods, all there to witness the marriage of Bellatrix Black, and Rudolphus LeStrange.
As he approached the house, Sirius kept his eyes open in search for any signs of a trap. He slipped his cloak off and dropped it on the ground. He wanted full freedom of movement just in case. He slipped his wand from his wrist holster and gave it a few waves. There was a pulse of magi and Sirius saw that there seemed to be no magical traps waiting for him. That didn't mean that someone hadn't set any practical means of incapacitating him.
The instructions Dumbledore had given him were pretty explicate. Come and look around, but do nothing else. The headmaster seemed sure that Voldemort would be setting some sort of trap, but they would not fall prey to any of them. Sirius was simply to observe and make note of anything out of the ordinary. Anything that might tell the Order where Voldemort might be keeping the horcrux that had been taken from Gringott's.
Sirius waved his wand, using a few more lesser known revealing spells, all of which turned up in the negative. All except one. One spells showed that there was a single person within the house. A person who clearly knew that he was there.
Sirius stood there for a moment as the sun set, weighing his options. This was a trap, without a doubt, but there was only a single person there. There was more to it than that, clearly, but Sirius couldn't help but think that the trap was not for him, but Dumbledore, and that that one simple fact, may be all the edge he needed.
"I shouldn't do this." He began saying to himself. Over and over in his head he repeated it.
"I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't do this."
And yet, he began to walk forward towards the house, his wand held up in readiness.
The front door opened easily with barely a noise. All the furniture was draped in heavy dust clothes which were covered in grime. The air reeked of mold and Sirius swore he could hear the house itself groan. It was quite dark thanks in part to all the filthy curtains being shut, but also th windows all being caked with dirt.
"I think the LeStrange's need to give clothes to their house elves." Sirius thought humorlessly as he made his way further into the house. He knew, thanks to the revealing spell that whomever was here waiting for him was down in the basement. Sirius found the door to the basement and stood for a moment weighing his options. He could easily do as Dumbledore asked and go report back, or he could go down there, duel who ever it was waiting for him, get the horcrux, destroy it and then report back to Dumbledore.
"If I leave, they could move the horcrux and we'd never find it." Sirius sighed as he opened the door. "Guess I got no choice here."
He gave up on trying to b stealth when his foot hit the first very loud squeaky step. Grimacing with exasperation at the fact he hadn't thought about a silencing charm on the staircase, Sirius descended deeper into the LeStrange house.
Sirius was about to light up his wand when the torches on the walls lit up, and Sirius groaned inwardly.
"Well, well, well." Came a familiar cold voice. My master told me someone was looking for my gift, but I was expecting someone much older."
She emerged from the shadows, looking almost radiant in a black lace gown, with a leather corset. Her wild black hair looked windblown, and her heavy lidded eyes were narrowed in contempt. She still had the vestiges of beauty, though it was tarnished by her years in Azkaban.
"Hello Cousin." Sirius smiled politely, giving a slight bow while keeping both eyes on his foe.
"Sirius my sweet, how good it is to see you again. How long has it been?" Bellatrix LeStrange asked loftily.
"Nearly sixteen years." Sirius replied. "As I recall it was in Sheffield when James Potter and I stopped you and your dear husband from killing the Bones."
"Yes." Bellatrix grinned. "But it only just delayed it didn't you. The Dark Lord himself ended their miserable existence a fortnight later. And I also remember I nearly ended you that night."
"You came very close sweet cousin." Sirius admitted. "But you won't get the better of me this time."
Bellatrix laughed at this, and they began to circle. Sirius kept smiling, though inside he'd never felt more focused. Bellatrix was the most feared of all of Voldemort's followers for a reason, and the last time they had faced each other, Bellatrix had very nearly killed him.
"I hope you said goodbye to your savior godson." Bellatrix snarled as she leveled her wand. "When I'm finished with you, My Lord will be visiting him at school. They have so much to discuss, and My Lord is quite anxious to repay Harry potter for so many years of pain!"
""I think that's a conversation Harry will be most pleased to have. After all, every time your master and my godson have met, your Master always comes out the worse for it." Sirius laughed.
"The brat's been lucky!" Bellatrix snarled which made Sirius laugh all the harder.
"Sure, that could be." Sirius chuckled. "Or it could be that Voldemort isn't as tough as he wants everyone to believe. I mean, what kind of Dark Lord gets bested by a child three times?"
"YOU DARE SPEAK HIS NAME!" Bellatrix screeched as she brandished her wand. Sirius slashed his own, and the two spells collided between the combatants with a blinding flash and an ear splitting thunderclap.
