A/N: If you're like "What's going on?"…the story will soon bind into the "right-now" Harry Potter…so you might wanna remember a LOT of Harry's past…and a lot of the stuff going on right now!
Apparently, on the same night Rebecca was escaping the unfortunate marriage, a young man about the age of 20 was sitting in a pub in Godric's Hollow. His blond hair was well-brushed and shinning, and he was finely dressed. His friends surrounded him and cheered him on for a special occasion.
"It's nothing, Joshua," the man said, his eyes glimmering with pride and joy.
"She was the prettiest girl in the whole darn town," Joshua piped in, swallowing a pint of gin. The blond man smiled, his white teeth shining, and clutched the bottle of brandy.
"You are sure lucky, John," another guy said, and the blond man nodded in acknowledgement. John took a swig of brandy and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He was too drunk to know what was going on.
"Mr. Gregory?" the bartender asked him, handing John a check. He nodded and handed him a bunch of bank notes.
"Keep the change," he said at the appalled bartender, who bowed down in honor. John and his friends dispersed out of the pub.
"Well, see ya tomorrow!" his friends shouted, and a number of dirty jokes were heard. John shook his head, ignoring them, and walked along a nearby creek. He saw a church up ahead, the bell looking lonely in the dark night. Clouds were gathering, and he prayed, "Don't let them ruin the wedding tomorrow." He could imagine his new wife, only looking three years older than she had when she had waved good-bye to him that fortunate summer day.
"Tom," Rebecca said patiently, looking at Tom's torn and angry face.
"Stop nagging, you idiot!" he snapped at her, looking down from a cottage in the hill. He saw a blond man from across the river near the valley, and he knew instantly who it was. Tom had managed to identify who he was from the images in Rebecca's mind.
"Tom, please. Tell me what's wrong," she said, taking the Invisibility Cloak off her back slowly. Tom turned around and held her shoulders. Rebecca looked at him earnestly.
"That guy…whats-his-face…he's down there," he said, placing the Cloak around her head once again. "He just looked up again. Hush, I think he saw you." Rebecca bent down lower and sunk to the ground.
"Tom, I think we need to hurry. I can see peeks of sunlight coming in," she whispered. Tom nodded and turned around to face her.
"We need to do this fast, Rebecca," he said, pointing to a small church on the top of the hill.
"That's where I'm supposed to get married," she said from under the cloak. "Today at noon."
"I see," Tom said, having known that knowledge earlier. Taking Rebecca's hand from underneath, they climbed up the hill.
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"Dumbledore!" a timid voice asked from the doorway. Rubbing his eyes and putting on a night cap, he went to the door. A small man was standing in the doorway in regal robes, a middle-aged couple behind him.
"Ahhh. Good morning, Headmaster. And I presume this is Mr. and Madam Kristobal?" Dumbledore asked, and the couple nodded.
"I see you have received my letters, Dumbledore," Mr. Kristobal said, and Dumbledore nodded. "Does she know?"
"I sent her an earlier letter. I have a feeling she's ready to leave," Mrs. Kristobal said, and Dumbledore nodded once more.
"I will fetch her in a moment, Madam. Headmaster Dippet, if I may have a word for one minute?" Dumbledore asked, nodding in apology to the couple. Dippet went into the small office and locked the door.
"Dumbledore, what on Earth is wrong?" Dippet asked. Dumbledore looked forward.
"Miss Kristobal is not here," Dumbledore said. Dippet shook his head.
"Oh, Dumbledore, you make me laugh…" Dippet said, slapping Dumbledore's back.
"It's no lie, Armando," Dumbledore said gravely. Dippet looked serious instantly.
"You know I'm a well-accomplished Legilimens, not to show off Headmaster. But when I was teaching class yesterday, I could read from Rebecca's mind that she was planning to run away," Dumbledore informed. Dippet sank into a chair.
"I tried reading Riddle's, for I've seen them together quite many a day," Dumbledore continued on. "He has become an accomplished Occlumens as well. I cannot read anything." Dippet looked as if Dumbledore was blabbering gibberish out of his mouth.
"Tom? The Head Boy? He's a fine man, Dumbledore," Dippet asked, his face looking appalled and horrified.
"I think we have to tell them the truth," Dumbledore said quietly, and Dippet nodded.
"Of course, of course. Now get changed, Dumbledore. I'll meet you at my office. I'll explain everything there," Dippet said hastily as Dumbledore ushered him out the door.
"One last thing, Dumbledore. What exactly is Rebecca and Tom doing?" Dippet asked.
"A flower of love has bloomed between them, Armando," Dumbledore said, and he politely shut the door.
