So it's about 12:30 AM where I am, and I can't sleep, so I decided, you know what? I'm going to post the Wedding chapter, since anyone else who can't sleep like me might want to read something? Not quite sure where I was going with this.

I can't believe it's November already, it was just June. Wow I feel really old right now...even though I'm not...I get a tad weird in the wee hours of the morning, I'm really, really sorry.

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August 20th, 1973

Malfoy Manor

Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy's Wedding

Hermione and Draco were wary and afraid to return to Malfoy Manor for different reasons. Draco had watched Hermione get tortured here, and done nothing to stop it. Not to mention all the other memories of dark, terrible things that had happened from the summer after his fifth year until the war ended. Yet this was the place he had grown up, there were some happy memories here, but the stains of War shrouded most of them.

Hermione was trying to keep it together, Dorea sensing something was wrong had tucked her daughter into her side, Draco holding his 'twin's' right hand. This was the place she had been tortured by Bellatrix; who was most certainly going to be here since it was her sister's wedding. Not only that, but Draco had gone through horrible things here as well, so despite the fact that she quivered like a leaf when the Manor loomed above them, she shoved her fears down.

This was important for all of them; it would be Dorea's first time in the presence of all of her family members at the same time in years. Charlus was going to see several people he didn't particularly like, the main one being Orion Black. The silver lining was he would be able to see Abraxas who, despite his views on Blood Purity, was quite the charming man.

After Dorea convinced her parents not to marry her to another Black, they had set up for Abraxas and her to wed. Dorea decided that was a much better alternative; she was almost okay with it, then Charlus Potter had walked into her life. He was older than her by four years, and she hadn't paid much mind to the Gryffindors whilst she was at school. She had been walking through Diagon Alley when he had literally crashed right into her, one look into those warm, hazel eyes and she knew she was in trouble. She had never met anyone quite like him; he jumped in puddles on rainy days, only ate double chocolate, caramel ice-cream (all of the other flavours were a waste of time), and he fought for his friends and those he cared about with a such fervent passion that it had floored her. When he had first kissed her, he picked her up and span her in a circle afterwards, the joy and happiness that he so childishly exuded had only further her affections for him. It wasn't your typical Pureblood courtship, and Dorea loved it. Before she knew it, she had duelled her Mother for the right to marry Charlus; after he asked her parents officially for her hand in marriage. Abraxas had been more than understanding, just happy that his long time friend had found true happiness.

They walked up the stairs, and into the foyer; to their surprise the house wasn't as dark and twisted as they remembered. It almost had a light airy feel to it. The walls were painted a pale green, and the floors were pale hardwoods. The outside more morbid than the inside and the gardens. Dorea put a hand to her chest in delight when she saw the silver and rose gold decorations that littered the outside of the Manor.

Several distant relatives either greeted them with false pleasantries, whilst others merely looked on, either with interested or disdainful expressions.

"Dorea!" Cynus walked towards the Potters with open arms, and Draco narrowed his eyes warily.

James had spotted Sirius standing miserably next to his parents and brother, and he began to wave subtlety at his best friend. The grey eyed boy perked up considerably when he saw that the Potter brood had arrived. Ignoring his Mother's vehement protests, he dodged when she reached out to stop him, and jogged over to them; ducking in and out of the various wedding attendees. All dressed to the nines in their fancy wedding attire. Dorea, however, stood out with her cream dress with deep, royal purple detailing on the lower half of the skirt. It had a sweetheart neckline and the bodice was tight until the bottom of her ribs where it flowed freely from there to her ankles, the skirt made of a light chiffon material. Both of the Potter woman had their hair left out to freely billow down their backs, Dorea's in slight waves whereas Hermione's hair had calmed down a bit and reached halfway down her back in bouncy curls.

"Cygnus," Dorea smiled tightly, offering her right hand, which he pressed his lips to in one fluid motion.

"You age wondrously, may I add," Cygnus smiled broadly, reaching out to shake Charlus' hand; who had worn a warm smile the entire time, ignoring the death glare Orion was sending his way.

"As do you," Dorea responded politely.

"These must be your lovely children," Cygnus turned his attention to the three Potter siblings. James quirked a brow and looked up at Cygnus with a sceptical narrowing of his eyes.

"Yes, James, Hermione and Draco," Dorea touched each child lightly on the head as she called their name. Cygnus gave Hermione an odd look when he saw how tense she looked, also noting how tightly she clung to her twin's robe sleeve.

"The two of you are quite a mystery to the rest of the family," Cygnus stated, greeting another guest as they passed by him, shaking their hand curtly.

Just then, the wedding band to the left of the altar area began to play soft music, and Druella, who was wearing a long, navy blue dress with a halter neck, a neat string of pearls, and long gloves to match her dress; ushered everyone to their seats. She hurriedly made her way over to the Potters.

"Dorea," She nodded politely, then turned to her husband, "you need to go and get Cissa. She's waiting for you just inside." Druella craned her head to the side and sighed in relief when Lucius took his place. Hermione recognized a few of his grooms with a bad taste in her mouth, they were the same boys that had thrown about Peter. Draco on the other hand was more focused on the bridesmaids, only recognizing Bellatrix, the other girls looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place them.

"Please have a seat, Dorea, Charlus, children," Druella smile didn't quite reach her eyes as she turned on her heel and stalked to one of the reserved seats at the front.

The music got louder, and the Potters quickly hurried to a few seats at the back, Sirius averted his gaze from his Mother and sat in between James and Draco, Hermione sitting between Draco and Dorea, whose head was resting on her husband's shoulder.

A familiar head of platinum blonde hair stuck out towards the front and Dorea smiled secretly, she would have to ensure that they had a proper conversation before they left.

Hermione was examining the fibres of her dress with great intensity when Draco angled his head to check on her, eyes wide and hands clutching the deep purple fabric as if her life depended on it. Gently he nudged her shoulder with his and her head snapped up violently. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Narcissa's arm interlocked with that of her Father as he walked her down the aisle. Hermione was surprised how different this wedding was from traditional wizarding weddings, when she recalled Draco telling her that Narcissa had written and explained that it was her idea; a friend of hers had told her about some muggle traditions and she loved the idea. Narcissa had also added that her husband to-be didn't know that.

When she reached the end of the aisle and stood opposite Lucius, both Draco and Hermione were flummoxed when a single tear ran down Lucius' cheek.

"He really loves her...doesn't he?" Hermione whispered into Draco's ear.

"Seems so," Draco replied, barely audible; his gaze was now locked on his parents. Narcissa was wearing elegant traditional wedding robes, in a deep emerald green colour with white detailing, and Lucius was wearing matching male robes.

Hermione found she couldn't focus on the ceremony as much as she tried, just being this close to that room was bringing horrid images to the surface, and her voice. Screaming again and again, over and over, questions, things that Hermione couldn't or wouldn't answer. Her forearm felt like it was on fire, the letters being carved into her flesh repeatedly, it didn't stop, and she rubbed at it discreetly. Trying not to ruin anyone else's experience. She made the mistake of looking down, and just as if it was fresh and new, the vibrant red letters stood out against her pale skin. Mudblood.

She couldn't think, not coherently at least. Which led to her making an even bigger mistake, her eyes glanced upwards and the woman that haunted her nightmares was right there, in long black robes. Wild hair pinned back for once, and she didn't look as annoyed as she always did. Except she was younger, she wasn't as deranged and mad yet. Hermione rubbed at her forearm harder, her nails accidently scratching across her skin, causing the skin to turn red and for welts to rise up. She's different. She's different, and...I...I'm different. I'm Hermione Potter. I'm Hermione Potter. Hermione repeated it over and over in her mind like a mantra. The rest of her family completely oblivious to her inner turmoil, including Draco.

Draco was so intently focused on watching the moment his parents were bonded together for life he didn't notice Hermione's quick, frantic breaths, her unfocused eyes. Someone else did however.

Sirius was happy for Cissa, he was, but he hated family events, and unfortunately her wedding fell into that category. His Mother forced Kreacher to braid Sirius' hair back, something he had whinged and complained bitterly about the entire time, from when they left the house, well into when they arrived. Walburga had discreetly smacked him across the back of his head; said he was embarrassing her. Moments later smiling brightly at whoever she had decided to engage in conversation with.

Which led Sirius to look around absently during the ceremony, when he saw Hermione clawing at her arm. Subtlety he hit Draco's hand, and the raven haired boy didn't even really look at him properly before switching seats with him when Sirius gestured at what he wanted. Draco was simply pleased that he got a better look at what was going on. James frowned and opened his mouth to ask them what they were doing, but Sirius mouthed 'later'.

Sirius carefully put a hand on Hermione's; startled at the sudden contact she looked up at him in a panic, but her breathing had slowed down.

With sad eyes he looked at her red, welted forearm, a few thin lines where her nails had broken the surface had tiny beads of blood emerging from the cuts. He pulled her into him, arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she began to breathe a bit steadier. He didn't understand why she was bring harm to herself. Resigning himself to the fact that Hermione was stubborn and she wouldn't tell him unless she wanted to, he just held her. Maybe it has to do with their nightmares.

"I now pronounce you bonded for life!" The spindly wizard who was conducting the ceremony exclaimed merrily, and Lucius smirked crookedly before tugging his new wife to him and claiming her lips. The cheering and clapping that followed was polite on some parts, hearty and joyous on others; but none could compete with Charlus at the back, whistling and clapping loudly. A few people gave him weird looks over their shoulders, but he quite frankly, did not care.

The reception was where things got messy.

Everyone was mingling about as Narcissa and Lucius danced in the middle of the Ballroom. When Bellatrix screamed in a haughty and disgusted tone, "You wretched Blood Traitor! How dare you show your traitorous face!"

All heads snapped in the direction of Bellatrix's complaints, the music stopped. Silence. Everyone froze and three hundred and four pairs of eyes anxiously darted between Druella, Cygnus, Bellatrix, the Bride and the newly arrived guest.

Standing with her head held high, unwavering gaze locked on Narcissa, was Andromeda Tonks.

I'm going to post the next bit soon, and I'm so, so glad I wrote a lot when I had the chance, so now I have a bit stockpiled.

I hope you enjoyed it, again please let me know x

Love y'all munchkins!

Indieblue xx

P.S. I know the wedding seems quite muggle like, it was what Narcissa wanted, and what the Bride wants she gets, especially if she's Narcissa.

I did give a hint towards the beginning, but basically she talked about it with someone very close to her, any and all guess are welcome!