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Darkness's Residence
Chapter One – The Wedding
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"Hermione, are you ready for the wedding?" Ginny Weasly asked, as she poked her head through the door, and slowly walked in.
"Almost… I just need your help with my hair, I can't seem to get this charm right!" Hermione griped, as she fiddled with her wand.
"Oh my god, call the Daily Profit, Hermione Granger can't do a spell!" Ginny said in mock surprise.
As she walked over to Hermione, flicking her wand and muttering,
"Nitor Caesaries (Elegance Hair)."
Hermione's hair twisted and turned, folding in on itself, tying, and finely, lay still. Her hair was in a large bun, placed in the center of her hair, a few trundles on hair framing her face. Bringing out the olive color of her skin, her sad brown eyes that were etched with pain, and loss.
A small smile graced her amber lips, the earthy tones of her makeup showing her radiant beauty. The red and gold color of her dress robes flowed about her figure they where simple but the women that wore them made them exquisite.
"Thanks for your help Ginny," Hermione said, while smiling shyly "When are we starting?"
"In a few more minutes. I'll come and let you know when its about to start." Ginny replied, smiling… but the smile didn't reach her eyes, her eyes that spoke only of betrayal, hurt, anger and hate.
Hermione knew that Ginny was heart broken over what was to happen, and that she wished that she were in Hermion's position. But no one knew that Hermion wished the same thing. She was not doing this willingly; in fact she hated the idea. But as was told that…
The union of the powerful would bring the destruction of the opposing side, and that love would destroy the hate...
She was obligated, if it meant saving everyone that she held dear, and if it ended the war, and put an end to Voldermort's reign, then she had to, she had no choice. Otherwise darkness, and fear would engulf the world, destroying the good.
Although she was to be married, seemingly to save the world, she would never love the groom, her heart belonged to another… but it was impossible for them to be together, he was not for-told in a good light in any of the prophecies…
The forbidden love will be the end, causing pain to all that it has befriended, no one will survive his betrayal, and although the powerful are in union, the love will break the heart of the one, and the world will be lost forever in a sea of despair...
Hermione sat down in one of the chairs by the fire wringing her hands together and feeling guilty, Ginny loved him, and he was the one thing that she couldn't have, the one person that she actually loved, there was no way. It was impossible. The union of the powerful would destroy two relationships…
The fire will lose the air, and forever be extinguished, no one left to join either, although the hearts of fire and earth will shatter, it is unpreventable in the union of water and air in which day will be formed, in order to expel the night from free regime...
A silent tear streamed down Hermione's cheek, it dripped off her chin, and fell onto her dress robes. Hermione stared at the stain as though it was blood, the disbelief obvious on her features. But a knock at the door brought her back to reality, where she was in no control of her future. She raised her head, staring at the double doors, as another knock rang through the stillness of the air.
"Just a minute," Hermione called, quickly pulling her wand out of her robes and whispering "Abluo Lacrimo (clean tears)" while pointing her wand at herself. "Come in."
Ginny poked her head into the room,
"We're ready." Was all that Ginny was able to say.
Ginny pulled her head violently out of the room, and Hermione could hear a heart breaking sob, followed by the rush of feet down the stone passageway.
After checking her reflection in the mirror,
"You look like a perfect bride my dear." The mirror swooned.
She left the room, walking to the unwanted destiny, the passage way seemed to be too short, as she soon met Minerva at the entrance of the great hall.
"You look beautiful Hermione." Was the only thing that Minerva managed to say before the double doors of the great hall opened.
The room was decorated with red and gold ribbons and red and gold candles floated in the air, the flickering flames illuminated the floor. There were only about two-dozen people sitting near the far end of the hall. There were steps that lead up to where the professors would normally eat, but instead it only had a small table, and behind the table stood a beaming Albus. As Hermione made her way to the end of the hall, she felt dizzy, and was full of dread.
The people that were sitting, stood when she approached, she nodded to some people that she knew, but she noticed several people that she didn't know. The minister of Magic was standing beside Ginny, but as Hermione glanced at Ginny, Ginny adverted her gaze to the groom the longing in her eyes evident.
"He didn't come…" Hermione thought.
"Well can you blame him for not wanting to come?" A small voice in her head replied sarcastically "He loves you and your marrying someone that you don't want to! Why the hell would he want to be here to see that?"
Hermione shook her head slightly, to rid herself of the voice.
The only noise in the room was that on Hermione's heels clicking on the stone, but that was even muffled occasionally as she stepped on the rose pedals that scattered her path. She slowly made her way up the stairs, followed by Minerva. As she took her place beside her future husband, she turned to him, but his eyes weren't looking at her, but over her shoulder, and Hermione knew he was looking at Ginny.
But when Albus cleared his throat, the groom was brought back to what was about to happen.
"We are gathered here to day to witness the sacred matrimony of Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Although there is war, it is nice to see that young love can still happen…"
There was a disbelieving snort from the audience, but Albus continued as though he had not heard.
"Many that should be here are unfortunately not, but we remember them, and know that they would be happy for the couple, and would wish them the best."
Hermione couldn't help but know that that wasn't true, most of the people that should have been here would have told both of them to follow their hearts, and not some stupid prophecy, because everyone could change their fate, their destiny, it didn't have to be written down somewhere for it to happen, everything could be changed.
"Hermione Granger daughter of Doug and Fay Granger, do you take this man, Harry Potter son of James and Lily Potter to be your wedded husband, through sickness and death?"
Hermione looked at Harry, and said what she knew she had to, no matter how much she didn't want to…
"I do." She whispered, dropping her eyes to the floor in shame.
"And do you Harry Potter son of James and Lily Potter do you take this woman, Hermione Granger daughter of Doug and Fay Granger, to be your wedded wife, through sickness and death?"
Harry looked over Hermione's shoulder, staring into the eyes of the women that he loved, his eyes pleading with her to forgive him for what she had to do.
"I-I…" He started, but was suddenly interrupted by the forming of swirling black clouds, and the crack of thunder, as the decorations were ripped off the walls, and the candles flickered out, the enchanted ceiling suddenly became a sickly green color. As the swirling black clouds started to take a human form, the clouds becoming robes, and the lightning forming into a face. The red eyes penetrating the green eyes of Harry, his lipless mouth forming into a smirk.
"I'm afraid I cannot let this marriage happen..." The hiss of Voldermort's voice said calmly, breaking the deadly silence of the hall.
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I hope that you liked this new chapter, and please remember to review… Thanx
Darkness's Residence
Chapter One – The Wedding
~*~
"Hermione, are you ready for the wedding?" Ginny Weasly asked, as she poked her head through the door, and slowly walked in.
"Almost… I just need your help with my hair, I can't seem to get this charm right!" Hermione griped, as she fiddled with her wand.
"Oh my god, call the Daily Profit, Hermione Granger can't do a spell!" Ginny said in mock surprise.
As she walked over to Hermione, flicking her wand and muttering,
"Nitor Caesaries (Elegance Hair)."
Hermione's hair twisted and turned, folding in on itself, tying, and finely, lay still. Her hair was in a large bun, placed in the center of her hair, a few trundles on hair framing her face. Bringing out the olive color of her skin, her sad brown eyes that were etched with pain, and loss.
A small smile graced her amber lips, the earthy tones of her makeup showing her radiant beauty. The red and gold color of her dress robes flowed about her figure they where simple but the women that wore them made them exquisite.
"Thanks for your help Ginny," Hermione said, while smiling shyly "When are we starting?"
"In a few more minutes. I'll come and let you know when its about to start." Ginny replied, smiling… but the smile didn't reach her eyes, her eyes that spoke only of betrayal, hurt, anger and hate.
Hermione knew that Ginny was heart broken over what was to happen, and that she wished that she were in Hermion's position. But no one knew that Hermion wished the same thing. She was not doing this willingly; in fact she hated the idea. But as was told that…
The union of the powerful would bring the destruction of the opposing side, and that love would destroy the hate...
She was obligated, if it meant saving everyone that she held dear, and if it ended the war, and put an end to Voldermort's reign, then she had to, she had no choice. Otherwise darkness, and fear would engulf the world, destroying the good.
Although she was to be married, seemingly to save the world, she would never love the groom, her heart belonged to another… but it was impossible for them to be together, he was not for-told in a good light in any of the prophecies…
The forbidden love will be the end, causing pain to all that it has befriended, no one will survive his betrayal, and although the powerful are in union, the love will break the heart of the one, and the world will be lost forever in a sea of despair...
Hermione sat down in one of the chairs by the fire wringing her hands together and feeling guilty, Ginny loved him, and he was the one thing that she couldn't have, the one person that she actually loved, there was no way. It was impossible. The union of the powerful would destroy two relationships…
The fire will lose the air, and forever be extinguished, no one left to join either, although the hearts of fire and earth will shatter, it is unpreventable in the union of water and air in which day will be formed, in order to expel the night from free regime...
A silent tear streamed down Hermione's cheek, it dripped off her chin, and fell onto her dress robes. Hermione stared at the stain as though it was blood, the disbelief obvious on her features. But a knock at the door brought her back to reality, where she was in no control of her future. She raised her head, staring at the double doors, as another knock rang through the stillness of the air.
"Just a minute," Hermione called, quickly pulling her wand out of her robes and whispering "Abluo Lacrimo (clean tears)" while pointing her wand at herself. "Come in."
Ginny poked her head into the room,
"We're ready." Was all that Ginny was able to say.
Ginny pulled her head violently out of the room, and Hermione could hear a heart breaking sob, followed by the rush of feet down the stone passageway.
After checking her reflection in the mirror,
"You look like a perfect bride my dear." The mirror swooned.
She left the room, walking to the unwanted destiny, the passage way seemed to be too short, as she soon met Minerva at the entrance of the great hall.
"You look beautiful Hermione." Was the only thing that Minerva managed to say before the double doors of the great hall opened.
The room was decorated with red and gold ribbons and red and gold candles floated in the air, the flickering flames illuminated the floor. There were only about two-dozen people sitting near the far end of the hall. There were steps that lead up to where the professors would normally eat, but instead it only had a small table, and behind the table stood a beaming Albus. As Hermione made her way to the end of the hall, she felt dizzy, and was full of dread.
The people that were sitting, stood when she approached, she nodded to some people that she knew, but she noticed several people that she didn't know. The minister of Magic was standing beside Ginny, but as Hermione glanced at Ginny, Ginny adverted her gaze to the groom the longing in her eyes evident.
"He didn't come…" Hermione thought.
"Well can you blame him for not wanting to come?" A small voice in her head replied sarcastically "He loves you and your marrying someone that you don't want to! Why the hell would he want to be here to see that?"
Hermione shook her head slightly, to rid herself of the voice.
The only noise in the room was that on Hermione's heels clicking on the stone, but that was even muffled occasionally as she stepped on the rose pedals that scattered her path. She slowly made her way up the stairs, followed by Minerva. As she took her place beside her future husband, she turned to him, but his eyes weren't looking at her, but over her shoulder, and Hermione knew he was looking at Ginny.
But when Albus cleared his throat, the groom was brought back to what was about to happen.
"We are gathered here to day to witness the sacred matrimony of Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Although there is war, it is nice to see that young love can still happen…"
There was a disbelieving snort from the audience, but Albus continued as though he had not heard.
"Many that should be here are unfortunately not, but we remember them, and know that they would be happy for the couple, and would wish them the best."
Hermione couldn't help but know that that wasn't true, most of the people that should have been here would have told both of them to follow their hearts, and not some stupid prophecy, because everyone could change their fate, their destiny, it didn't have to be written down somewhere for it to happen, everything could be changed.
"Hermione Granger daughter of Doug and Fay Granger, do you take this man, Harry Potter son of James and Lily Potter to be your wedded husband, through sickness and death?"
Hermione looked at Harry, and said what she knew she had to, no matter how much she didn't want to…
"I do." She whispered, dropping her eyes to the floor in shame.
"And do you Harry Potter son of James and Lily Potter do you take this woman, Hermione Granger daughter of Doug and Fay Granger, to be your wedded wife, through sickness and death?"
Harry looked over Hermione's shoulder, staring into the eyes of the women that he loved, his eyes pleading with her to forgive him for what she had to do.
"I-I…" He started, but was suddenly interrupted by the forming of swirling black clouds, and the crack of thunder, as the decorations were ripped off the walls, and the candles flickered out, the enchanted ceiling suddenly became a sickly green color. As the swirling black clouds started to take a human form, the clouds becoming robes, and the lightning forming into a face. The red eyes penetrating the green eyes of Harry, his lipless mouth forming into a smirk.
"I'm afraid I cannot let this marriage happen..." The hiss of Voldermort's voice said calmly, breaking the deadly silence of the hall.
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I hope that you liked this new chapter, and please remember to review… Thanx