The congregation stood in silence. A faint rustling was heard in the back row. A clamour swelled in crowd as they looked over their shoulder to see the unexpected love rival. Bill looked as if he was about to cry. Fleur looked far from beautiful, quite the opposite as rage swelled up in her. Everyone looked around, searching for the person who had interrupted so rudely. Suddenly, stepping out of a shadow….
"Stop! I can't let you go through with this!"
"What are you doing!" shouted Bill.
"I love you Fleur, I have for a long time."
Arthur whispered "This is hardly the right moment, you've had the past few months to tell Fleur about your feelings, I am afraid now is too late."
The wise wizard conducting the service answered, "No, no, they aren't married yet, anything can happen."
"You aren't meant to help him, we're the ones paying you, so get on with the service!" shouted Fleur's mum anxiously.
"No," said Fleur quietly. "I want to hear what he has to say."
"I love you Fleur." He said
"Yes, yes we have heard that one," said an old man from the back row.
"Come with me to Europe. I have a home there. We can elope," He continued.
"Be quiet, Fleur sweetheart, let's carry on with the service. We are paying this guy by the hour."
"I love you too, I 've had ages as well, but now is just too late, I can't leave Bill, I love him too, I've grown to love him, to accept the loss of you." Fleur said, "I always thought you were to good for me, so I thought, if I settled with Bill, it would be the same."
"Then come with me."
"I can't, I can't just leave, I have responsibilities, and I can't do this to Bill."
"He will understand."
"No I won't!" shouted Bill.
"I love you," whispered Fleur, and as she started running back down the aisle, the bouquet of flowers slid from her fingertips, and scattered madly, like the tears on Bills face.
"You can't just leave, Fleur, please, don't do this!" shouted Bill, trying to make a last attempt to save a marriage that was crumbling down fast, a marriage that had not even begun. But even he knew it was hopeless.
They left as the sun set .The sky matched the roses but all anyone thought of was Bill's gut wrenchingly, heart achingly painful wail of love, pain and hatred.
"I will never forgive you, I will never forgive you Charlie!" "Nooooo!" He collapsed into a ball, pumping his fist on the ground and broke down into tears, tears for a love taken away by his brother.
Molly rushed over to her son. He got up from the ground, and went over to the little boy, carrying the rings. He grabbed his and threw it into the creek . He knew everyone was watching, but he didn't care. He turned and started running.
"Don't go dear! We can talk about his!" cried Molly.
But Bill wasn't listening. Molly tried to run after him, tears streaming down her face, but Arthur held her back.
"Let him be," He whispered gently.
There was silence. Only to be broken by the old man in the back seat, starting a clap. Everyone turned to look at him, and he stopped immediately, and turned a very dark shade of red.
Mum and Dad ran back into the house, distressed over their two sons. I held back in thought over my now divided brothers. Close family and friends followed. The others slowly dispersed, apparating out. Or some grabbing broomsticks.
Today was meant to be a day of celebration. But now, the only thing anyone wanted was to forget what had happened.
