Chapter 8

A CHRISTMAS WEDDING
ALBUS DUMBLEDORE AND TOM RIDDLE (AKA LORD VOLDEMORT) MARRIED
By Rita Skeeter

Christmas Day normally comes with gifts, happiness, and family get-togethers for the day.
In Hogwarts Castle it was different. As the famous Yule Ball was being held in Hogwarts this year as per tradition with the TriWizard Tournament demands it, a wedding was held in the halls of the castle. Or rather, in a classroom.
Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle decided to get married after a night of dancing with each other at the Yule Ball. This reporter witnessed the nuptials of the two famous wizards after a few hours of dating.
When asked about their plans for the future, both wizards had this to say. "I've never been married before, but I'm going to make sure it remains fabulous and in luxury," was the response of Tom Riddle. Albus Dumbledore responded with saying, "I hope I get morning sickness soon. It's time to carry on the line."
When asked if he would take the name of Dumbledore, Tom Riddle had this to say. "Now, that would be so cute. He already calls me Tummy Dummy and I love it."
Britain's own Harry Potter officiated the wedding and had this to say of the new couple, "I saw the potential of Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle as a couple. They will make waves together. I wish them my very best."

Rita finished typing her article and had it quickly sent off to the editor. The Ministry would normally not allow these articles to be published but shortly after former Minister Fudge was ousted Minister Sirius Black turned up as a proxy for Harry Potter and revealed to the workers that the Potter's had retained control of the Prophet now that Harry Potter had discovered his assets.

Originally, she was hoping for a chance to bash Harry Potter but once that was revealed she knew she wouldn't risk it. Then she had met Harry Potter face-to-face for an interview in the Three Broomsticks and he had told her to go after anyone she wanted, as long as it wasn't him or his closest friends. Seeing the incredible opportunity for what it was she took it, gaining the full trust of Harry Potter and Minister Sirius Black. Minister Black occasionally sent her secret messages on who would have the most secrets and her next journalistic efforts had crippled the likes of Thaddeus Nott, Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch and many other Ministry morons. She had gone from Gossip Columnist to Corruption and Crime Correspondent. She had received a new office to herself and a pay raise and now she was the envy of many other high ranking journalists in the Magical Community.

"Rita, I need something clarified," came the voice of her editor through a Messenger Patronus that arrived in her office.

She left the room to see what the editor thought of the chaos she was causing.

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In a motel in Hogsmeade two drunks were still passed out since their wedding.

In the body of the former Dark Lord a strange magical surge took place. Tom had drunk far too much tequila throughout the day that it was interfering with his blood. Despite having lost the magicks of his body the many blood rituals he had done to alter his veins and his appearance were still in effect. The tequila had mixed in with the Hate Magic he had ritualised into himself when he was younger and was overriding it. As the tequila earlier had made him a happy and rambunctious man the alcoholic liquid poured that personality itself into the blood stream that had housed all the hate he had built up. The hate was pushed out of his system and the alcoholic substance that had his earlier personality of the day was forced in.

The hate in Voldemort's blood went away. His memory of the previous night was not going to leave though due to a ritual he performed on his memory forty years beforehand. The tequila had also destroyed the torso of the botched ritual that made him half rat and returned the normal look he had up above the waist from when he was in his later years at Hogwarts.

SIX HOURS LATER Dumbledore groaned from his side of the bed and sat up. The bright light coming in the window blinded him and he let out a small scream, awaking his sleeping partner.

"Wow, it's daylight already," Tom exclaimed. "Isn't it amazing what a little sleep can do to you."

Albus jumped in fright and turned to look at who was in bed with him. "What in Merlin are you doing in here Tom? Get out!"

"You shouldn't talk to your wife like that, Alby," Voldemort preened. "Oh my god, that's right. We're now married. WE'RE MARRIED ALBY."

And with that, Tom leaned over and pressed his lips to Dumbledore's.

In the Three Broomsticks, Madam Rosmerta almost jumped out of her skin as she heard the ear-piercing scream that came from the other end of town.

Five miles away in the nearby mountain Muggle climbers heard the scream and called for air support, believing someone had fallen down the mountain. No one would be found leaving the screaming matter unsolved.

After his scream, Dumbledore noticed the Daily Prophet in the room. Desperate for information on what was happening he snatched it up and began reading. The more he read, the angrier he got. When he came to the last line detailing that Harry Potter was the one to marry him off, he snapped.

Despite the recent torments in his life that had been started by Harry Potter that did not snap him, this was the last straw. Anger and hate overflowed him and he charged out of the motel room towards the Hogwarts Lake where he knew he would find Harry Potter.

"Alby, don't do anything stupid, honey bunny," came the simpering voice of Tom.

And what the Merlin was wrong with Tom? His former student was never a happy person, and yet now he was overexcited at every small thing he laid his eyes on. He was supposed to be filled with hate and anger.

His eyes rested on the distant figure of Harry Potter who was by the lake with the French champion. Dumbledore was pissed off that Harry was dating her. His plans were to have Harry marry a member of a light family, and yet he was dating a member of a neutral house. He was going to plan to dose Ginny Weasley to be obsessed with him but he swore he would stay away from the Weasley's after what Fred and George did to him in the Tournament. Molly was pissed off with him for 'exposing' himself to the public during the First Task and had cut ties with him. When she had done that she broke the near four-year Confundus Charm he had planted on her with her declaration. Remembering how Narcissa Malfoy treated her husband she had summoned a frying pan and had whacked him across the face.

"POTTER!" he roared, now just twenty feet from Harry. "You're dead!"

Albus raised his wand and was about to cast the spell when he found himself thrown back several feet, landing in the water with a splash. Grumbling, he got up and paled. In front of him and holding his wand was Dobby. A house-elf had disarmed him.

Suddenly the consequences of being disarmed of that wand hit him full force. A lowly house-elf had claimed the Elder Wand.

In complete shock, he hadn't registered that Tom had lifted him up and was carrying him away.

"In a few minutes, you'll be roaring a different name, Alby," Tom said wickedly.

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After saving the great Harry Potter, Dobby returned to the castle to continue his work in the kitchens. The rest of the house-elves didn't really like him as he was a free elf who enjoyed freedom a little too much.

Dobby went back to working on the treacle tart that he was doing before he was interrupted with the danger call. He was just finishing his work when he was hit by a powerful surge of magic. It was so overwhelming he fell to the floor and started convulsing.

"DOBBY, DOBBY," he heard Winky screeching.

The overflowing of the magic was calling to him, telling him that he would be dead within the hour due to the influx of magic. There would be only one thing that could save him from this fate. Something he would not do again for as long as he lived. But now, he wanted to live. He had only been free for a little over the year and now the magic was killing him. Unless he bonded with another wizard, he would be dead. There was only one wizard he wanted to be bound to though, but Harry Potter turned him down three times.

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Harry was still sitting by the lake with Fleur when he heard a massive CRACK.

He looked up to see Winky trying to steer Dobby to him. Dropping his new book, he jumped up and ran to Dobby.

"Dobby," Harry asked. "What's wrong?"

Dobby looked terrible. He was not grey in colour like the other house-elves, but rather white and shaking. Dark black spots were showing itself on his two legs and he could barely walk.

"Too much magic," Dobby spoke deliriously. "Must pet Spot."

Harry looked at Winky. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Winky said. "Dobby said to bring him to you."

"Is it something to do with disarming Dumbledore?" Fleur asked.

Winky's eyes widened in shock. "Dobby disarmed him. Now I see what's wrong."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Dumby has lots of magic in him," Winky explained. "If Dobby disarmed him he claimed some magic from him. It wouldn't happen to a normal wizard but Dumby's wand has some kinda strange power."

Harry was now beginning to understood what was wrong. "Will Dobby be okay?"

"Dobby will be dead within the hour," Winky said bluntly. Harry felt like breaking into tears at hearing this. "But he can be saved."

"What can we do?" Harry asked, his voice choking.

"He must bond to a wizard as a house-elf to survive," said Winky. "Now I know why he wanted to be brought to you."

Harry looked at the murmuring form of Dobby. Dobby had told him before he wanted to be bonded to him and he said no. He had wanted Dobby to have his deserved freedom.

But now, Dobby would die unless he bonded to him. Not wanting to lose his dearest friend, he leant down and picked up Dobby's small form.

"Dobby," Harry called out.

"Harry Potter," Dobby gasped out. "Bonding?"

Harry knew Dobby was asking if he was sure he wanted this. Despite the elf's delirium, he could sense Harry and could hear him. "Be my elf," Harry said kindly.

Dobby's green eyes closed. Suddenly a bright flash went off between the two as the magic of the union as owner and house-elf transpired. The bright flash did not wane for fifteen minutes, and Harry and Dobby were knocked out from the force of the magic that was being pushed in during that time.

Once the fifteen minutes were up the magic force disappeared and Harry and Dobby fell to the ground.

As the powerful magic of the Elder Wand had been too much for Dobby he transferred its power into the wizard he was bonding to. He managed to transfer three quarters of the magic into his new owner and now he had a quarter of the power of the Elder Wand.

Harry and Dobby became dual owners of the Elder Wand.

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"I love your book, Ms Black," squealed Elena Diggory.

"Thank you very much," Narcissa smiled.

Since November life had been amazing for Narcissa Black, formerly Narcissa Malfoy.
Once she had discovered that Lucius had been somehow been turned into a squib, she had instantly applied for divorce and it had been done within the day. As Lucius had no magic to access his vault, all his lifetime earnings had been immediately transferred to her. She sold the manor to her cousin, Sirius Black, who wanted to turn it into a magical orphanage. Wanting to insult Lucius to the extreme she suggested to Sirius to turn it into a Muggle Orphanage, who was delighted at the suggestion.

She had healed her relationship with her sister Andromeda and was once again close to her as if nothing had happened, despite the many years that she had last seen her. Sirius had invited Andromeda back into the Black Family. Without his father in his life, Draco was finally beginning learning to not run off at the mouth and she returned his 'When My Father Hears About This Letters' with a howler and a book on how to be manipulative and cunning. It would be a slow process but she was sure she could raise her son to be a somewhat respectable Slytherin and not a foolish Gryffindor.

She had decided to write a book, specifically a self-help book to pass the time and had it published. It had become a big hit instantly and she had fans all over her now. She wrote and titled her book Perils of Marrying Money (Or How I Shouldn't Have Married A Malfoy). Now she was doing a book signing in Flourish and Blotts.

"I love how your book has became so popular, Cissy."

She looked up from her musings and recognised the face of her new best friend, Molly Weasley. After she left Malfoy Manor, she seeked out the Weasley's to apologise for what her foolish husband had done to their daughter two years prior. Molly had accepted her apology and Arthur had been put into an excellent mood at knowing that she had hated her husband her whole life. When he heard of her love for whacking him with the Frying Pan, he had passed out in happiness.

As Molly had helped her write the book, she shared the royalties with her. The Weasley's were no longer poor and Arthur had bought a more modern day Ford to tinker with. He still loved his cars.

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Deep in a warehouse in Washington, America, several Death Eaters were traipsing their way through several crates.

Gregg Gibbon, Thorfinn Rowle, Kray Jugson, and Hilbert Selwyn had been all released from Azkaban because they had been sentenced without trial.

Before all four had been released, they, along with the other Death Eaters, had been turned into Squibs for some unknown reason. Most Death Eaters in the prison had killed themselves out of shame for being turned into Squibs. Hearing Bellatrix Lestrange scream into the night had terrified them when she discovered her Squibdom. The woman had cursed Dumbledore, the Ministry and Harry Potter before stabbing herself to death.

However Gibbon, Rowle, Jugson and Selwyn refrained from killing themselves, despite the urge. They wanted to find out what had caused it.

Once they got out of Azkaban they couldn't find any reason for why they had turned into Squibs. Eventually Jugson made a suggestion about a legendary artefact hidden in the South American Jungle that would give them back their magic.

They had contacted Malfoy, Yaxley, Crabbe, Goyle, MacNair and the other Death Eaters and had travelled to South America in search of the Golden Icon, a legendary artefact that was said to give you instant magic.

They had found the Icon easily enough but it didn't possess any of the powers that it was said to have. Instead it had a map that had led them to a tavern in the Kingdom of Nepal. After a few days of searching the tavern Yaxley found another map in a headpiece of a horse that had led them to the desert in Egypt.

They had an unfortunate encounter with an angered Egyptian who had killed MacNair and had burned the map out of spite.

Lucius' memory of the map led them to a cave buried under the sands in the desert where the object was said to be. But it wasn't there.

Another investigation into where it went was learnt from a tiny village sixty miles away. Having no magic to apparate, they all had to walk it out of the desert as they walked in. They managed to become stowaways on a ship headed towards the Aegean Sea, only to jump off when they all learnt it was a pirate ship. Crabbe and Goyle's weight had drowned them and Yaxley had been harpooned to death by the head pirate.

They swam to the island, losing the Carrow siblings who had angered a pair of hungry sharks. Disgusted by the taste of the wizards the sharks had not bothered attacking the rest of the swimmers and swam away.

They could not find any trace of the dangerous artefact and Lucius was now beginning to wonder if suffering another Muggle contraption was really worth it. He was overruled however by the others and they searched for the legendary Ark of the Maginent.

A comment from Gibbon suggesting Muggle authorities retrieved it led them to Washington, D.C. to a massive warehouse that housed thousands of Muggle crates. It took several weeks of searching but they finally found what they believed was the Ark of the Maginent.

They had to flee with the Ark as they were caught by some workers. They stole a tugboat and fled out of the country believing they were protected by the water borders.

They kept the Ark in the hold and all went down to open it once they got away from authorities.

"It's beautiful," Kray Jugson drawled happily.

After a strong nudging with a crowbar they opened the legendary Ark. Spirits and souls began to fill out and flew around them.

"Is this the right Ark?" Lucius asked, bewildered by the appearance of the spirits.

The Death Eaters began screaming as the spirits and souls revealed themselves to be angels of death- their beautiful teeth changing into fangs and appearance changing into rotting flesh.

Lucius' head had exploded and Selwyn's entire body melted. Given the demon the Death Eaters had directly in front of them, they all died in creatively explosive ways. The exploding of Lucius' head was enough to put a small explosion below his feet, letting water flow into the boat and starting to sink. The demons returned into the Ark before the hold had submerged along with the tugboat.

Apparently the Death Eaters found the wrong Ark, as Lucius thought. Instead they had stolen the Ark of the Covenant that had been laying in storage for nearly sixty years. The Ark of the Maginent would never be found.

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Severus Snape was doing something he had wanted to do for so many years. He was packing his bags.

For years he had to deal with dunderheaded foolish brats at the request of Dumbledore and had hated it. Unable to take out his anger on Dumbledore he took his anger out on his students, especially those born in the end of July 1980.

He hated Neville Longbottom because it wasn't that infernal brat that had been targeted by the Dark Lord. Also because his parents were pushing their influence to get him sentenced to Azkaban. He was delighted when the Longbottom's had gone insane. It was risky enough scaring Neville with Augusta Longbottom in the boy's life. Luckily the brat was so scared of him he wouldn't dare mention his name to his grandmother. He knew he wouldn't survive a confrontation with the ever formidable witch.

Harry Potter, the bane of his existence, arrived in Hogwarts full of airs and arrogance, bullying his Slytherins just like his father had done, always singling out the poor and innocent Draco Malfoy. Draco was harmless, if a bit stupid.
So he taunted Potter every time he had the chance. The boy had no parents or family to stick up for him, so he was the easiest target in the school.

But once the Goblet of Fire spit out the Dark Lord's name, everything had changed. He had become a Squib, couldn't prevent explosions from occurring in his classroom, resulting in Longbottom's work to land itself on Malfoy and other Slytherins quite often. He had yelled himself hoarse at the Longbottom brat that he lost his voice for ten days.

"Just keep snarking, just keep snarking, just keep snarking, snarking, snarking. What do we do, we snark, snark."

And then the worst happened. Not long before Christmas he had awoken to the thing that had pissed him off more than the Marauders. He had been given a conjoined twin stuck on his shoulder. The little thing was infuriating, talking rudely, being exuberant in his speech, acting gay, and being a complete pain in the rear.

"Ha ho ho ho ho I love to snarking, when you want to snark you want to be the-"

"SHUT UP!"

"Sevvy, you know you want to sing," proclaimed Fanny. "Come on, sing with me."

He had tried everything on the infernal thing. He made Draco Malfoy cast many spells on his twin that did not work. He tried to get Draco to cast the Killing Curse, but the boy staunchly refused to do that, believing he would be tossed into Azkaban in a trice. He had tried the Shrinking Solution on the bloody thing, only for Fanny to giggle and exclaim, "That tickles."

He knew Potter had something to do with this, no matter what the Headmistress or anybody else said. Potter had looked at Fanny as if he had expected it in his class, and Draco had informed him that the Hogwarts Rumour Mill suggested that he and Creevey had been involved.

"I'm gonna miss you Lavender," Fanny cried.

Lavender Brown was constantly in his quarters applying makeup on Fanny and talking about dim-witted air-headed things. He tried scaring her away, only for her to apply blush on him every time he tried. He was the laughingstock of the school.
And because of Fanny's approaching nature, students liked to come up and talked to Fanny. The Weasley twins had given Fanny ideas on how to deal with him when he was in a mood and was terrified of the ideas suggested.
Fanny was permanently stuck to him. St. Mungo's would have been able to remove it but because his teaching had reduced students who wanted to be Healers in recent years they would not help him. He couldn't access his vault as he had made only his magic access it. And it would be pointless asking Dumbledore to do something. The man was due for Azkaban and wouldn't jeopardise his sentence to help a former Death Eater.

"Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours," Lavender said to Fanny.

Horrified, Severus watched as his mini-me moved his arms towards Lavender. He tried to run, but his feet were stuck firmly on the ground.

The scream from the dungeons could be heard all the way up in Gryffindor Tower. Parvati Patil looked up from her magazine and muttered, "I wish Fanny would scratch my back too."

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All the Hogwarts students gathered by the Hogwarts gate for the day they were hoping to see for years. Many visitors and former students of Severus Snape came from as far as Mongolia for the moment they were waiting for all these years. Minister Sirius Black had even arrived, bringing with him an entire contingent of reporters from the British tabloids and magazines.
Also there were the Weird Sisters, hired by Sirius Black for the occasion.

Excited chatter was the only thing that was heard for the moment among the crowds as students spoke to each other.

The doors of Hogwarts suddenly gave a groan and the crowds went silent. The doors opened to reveal a snarky git by the name of Severus Snape.

Snape tried to dash through the clapping crowd but Fanny made him move slower than a bloody snail, openly crying at leaving Hogwarts. The Weird Sisters began singing their number one hit, 'Gone Grease' to enthusiastic applause.

It took two hours, but he finally left Hogwarts Grounds and stayed in Hogsmeade for the night. He fulfilled his dream of Potion Making, for which Fanny became useful for helping him. Forty years later Fanny passed away and he found himself depressed. Despite being the most annoying thing ever created, he had grown to love his twin after twenty years. Shortly after Fanny died he had created a potion to cure dragon-pox and finally achieved the fame he had wanted for years.
He died in his sleep ten years after Fanny.

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New Year's Eve was another day that Fleur would remember for the rest of her life. Her parents couldn't come to celebrate so she spent the night with Harry. The Weasley twins had arranged a massive party in the Gryffindor Common Room but she and Harry didn't join it.

They went off for a romantic walk in the Forbidden Forest to visit Layla the dragon. The dragons were all leaving in the morning. With delays in Albania they were kept in the Forest for a little while longer after the First Task. She and Harry visited the dragon a few times and got on well with her.

They sat at the lake as they always did, but it seemed more romantic to be there in the starry night with the new moon.

When they heard the clock in the grounds chime at midnight they leant in close and shared a kiss and a small dance to celebrate the New Year, promising each other to stay together the more time went by.

AN: A year and a week now since I first published this story. Time goes by fast. This Chapter was mostly filler though. Thanks to Slytherin66 for the idea for Narcissa.