I would just like to take this opportunity to warn you. Major OotP
spoilers. You will almost have had to read OotP in order to understand
this..
The sun was shining brightly outside on a beautiful day in June. Wizards had come from across all England to cram themselves into the tiny building where a monumental event was taking place. Yet not everyone present was entirely happy to be there.
"This is a bad idea, Alphard. I never should have come here."
A woman named Anne Weasley narrowed her eyes through her square spectacles and straightened out her crimson dress hurridely. She looked up.
"You know what the Blacks are like, I'm surprised the place wasn't purged of muggle-borns."
Her companion, Alphard Nigellus, grinned, and ran a slim hand through his brown hair.
"Come to think of it," Alphard stated, trying to be serious. "there isn't anyone here who didn't come from a pure-blooded background." He chanced a glance over at Anne, who was beginning to turn red.
"Momma! I'm hungry!" The little boy was hanging off Anne's skirts, clearly bored with his toy wand.
Anne's attention immediately snapped to the young toddler, and her anger vanished, her eyes softened.
"Ssh, not now Arthur. There's a good boy."
Anne turned to Alphard.
"As I was SAYING, Alphard, it's absolutely shameful, I don't want Arthur being exposed to these..people."
"Now Anne, surely you're being judgmental?" Came a new voice.
Anne spun around and found herself confronted by a tall man, who by his looks seemed to be in his later forties. His dirty blonde hair was neatly cut, and a hint of a beard was just visible. His clear blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Albus!" Anne exclaimed. "Lord knows I can't have people sneaking behind me like that, I'm paranoid as it is here. Being 'judgmental, biggest crowd of-"
"Paranoid? At a wedding? My dear Anne, what's there to worry about?"
Anne snorted, shooting a look at Alphard and clutching her son's hand tighter.
"Nothing to worry about eh? Packed with the worst sort this house is, place full of Blacks, Malfoys, Goyles, and Prixes. Of course there's nothing to worry about.."
Anne trailed off, muttering under her breath.
"I take it you've been well, Dumbledore? How's the new teaching job coming along?"
"Fine Alphard, fine." Albus replied, turning his attention towards the front.
"Ah, they have arrived!"
Cheers broke out through the crowd as the newlywed couple arrived from their private ceremonies. The bride looked ravishing, clothed in a breathtaking sky-blue gown that made her red-gold hair shine and her emerald eyes glitter. She smiled ecstatically, waving to the well-wishers, her smile faultering slightly as her eyes scanned the eager guests.
Alphard leaned over towards Dumbledore.
"'Tis a pity, I heard the Blacks burned most of the invitations for the guests on the bride's side."
"It is a pity indeed, when one takes such extreme measures only on account of the so-called 'pureness' of blood." Dumbledore gave a sad glance in the direction of the bride, who was greeting her new in-laws with a forced, joyful air.
"Aye," Alphard muttered darkly. "that girl has no inkling of what kind of family she's getting into. Heard she was the last pureblood o' her surname, the Blacks seemed eager for the match. Rest 'o her family's gone."
The bride looked over in their direction, and her eyes widened happily at the site of Alphard. Dumbledore clicked his tongue as the groom swooped over his new wife immediately, whispering something in her ear, and causing the smile to vanish without a trace.
He was considered handsome by many, the groom, with his black hair darker than a forest, which was short and slightly ruffled. His eyes were also black, and sometimes they gave you the feeling that they could see into your very soul. He was thin and tall, and busy surveying Alphard and his company through narrowed eyes.
"I can see no good come of this, only her downfall." Anne proclaimed.
"Downfall, Anne?"
"Come Albus, you know the Blacks are the worst prejudiced wizarding family in all of England! When she was allowed to visit in the summer, she use to play with the local muggle children, there being no one else her age around. She's not like them."
"Precisely, Alphard. She's not like them. Perhaps this is an opportunity to sever some of the Black traditions in the children soon to come of this union. This by no means is a dark day."
"A dark day indeed this is," Anne began softly, holding her son close, and glaring at the groom, who was glaring back and gripping his new wife tightly around the shoulders.
"For no good can come of this union, the union of Vivica Nigellus and Orion Black."
(TBC)
The sun was shining brightly outside on a beautiful day in June. Wizards had come from across all England to cram themselves into the tiny building where a monumental event was taking place. Yet not everyone present was entirely happy to be there.
"This is a bad idea, Alphard. I never should have come here."
A woman named Anne Weasley narrowed her eyes through her square spectacles and straightened out her crimson dress hurridely. She looked up.
"You know what the Blacks are like, I'm surprised the place wasn't purged of muggle-borns."
Her companion, Alphard Nigellus, grinned, and ran a slim hand through his brown hair.
"Come to think of it," Alphard stated, trying to be serious. "there isn't anyone here who didn't come from a pure-blooded background." He chanced a glance over at Anne, who was beginning to turn red.
"Momma! I'm hungry!" The little boy was hanging off Anne's skirts, clearly bored with his toy wand.
Anne's attention immediately snapped to the young toddler, and her anger vanished, her eyes softened.
"Ssh, not now Arthur. There's a good boy."
Anne turned to Alphard.
"As I was SAYING, Alphard, it's absolutely shameful, I don't want Arthur being exposed to these..people."
"Now Anne, surely you're being judgmental?" Came a new voice.
Anne spun around and found herself confronted by a tall man, who by his looks seemed to be in his later forties. His dirty blonde hair was neatly cut, and a hint of a beard was just visible. His clear blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Albus!" Anne exclaimed. "Lord knows I can't have people sneaking behind me like that, I'm paranoid as it is here. Being 'judgmental, biggest crowd of-"
"Paranoid? At a wedding? My dear Anne, what's there to worry about?"
Anne snorted, shooting a look at Alphard and clutching her son's hand tighter.
"Nothing to worry about eh? Packed with the worst sort this house is, place full of Blacks, Malfoys, Goyles, and Prixes. Of course there's nothing to worry about.."
Anne trailed off, muttering under her breath.
"I take it you've been well, Dumbledore? How's the new teaching job coming along?"
"Fine Alphard, fine." Albus replied, turning his attention towards the front.
"Ah, they have arrived!"
Cheers broke out through the crowd as the newlywed couple arrived from their private ceremonies. The bride looked ravishing, clothed in a breathtaking sky-blue gown that made her red-gold hair shine and her emerald eyes glitter. She smiled ecstatically, waving to the well-wishers, her smile faultering slightly as her eyes scanned the eager guests.
Alphard leaned over towards Dumbledore.
"'Tis a pity, I heard the Blacks burned most of the invitations for the guests on the bride's side."
"It is a pity indeed, when one takes such extreme measures only on account of the so-called 'pureness' of blood." Dumbledore gave a sad glance in the direction of the bride, who was greeting her new in-laws with a forced, joyful air.
"Aye," Alphard muttered darkly. "that girl has no inkling of what kind of family she's getting into. Heard she was the last pureblood o' her surname, the Blacks seemed eager for the match. Rest 'o her family's gone."
The bride looked over in their direction, and her eyes widened happily at the site of Alphard. Dumbledore clicked his tongue as the groom swooped over his new wife immediately, whispering something in her ear, and causing the smile to vanish without a trace.
He was considered handsome by many, the groom, with his black hair darker than a forest, which was short and slightly ruffled. His eyes were also black, and sometimes they gave you the feeling that they could see into your very soul. He was thin and tall, and busy surveying Alphard and his company through narrowed eyes.
"I can see no good come of this, only her downfall." Anne proclaimed.
"Downfall, Anne?"
"Come Albus, you know the Blacks are the worst prejudiced wizarding family in all of England! When she was allowed to visit in the summer, she use to play with the local muggle children, there being no one else her age around. She's not like them."
"Precisely, Alphard. She's not like them. Perhaps this is an opportunity to sever some of the Black traditions in the children soon to come of this union. This by no means is a dark day."
"A dark day indeed this is," Anne began softly, holding her son close, and glaring at the groom, who was glaring back and gripping his new wife tightly around the shoulders.
"For no good can come of this union, the union of Vivica Nigellus and Orion Black."
(TBC)