Laters-
Rose pulled her robe on and smiled, Voldemort snored softly on the bed. She ran her fingers up his back and then went to stand in front of the window.
"More snow...I hope it doesn't last." She sighed and went to the fireplace and played with the embers. Why was it so hard to sleep right now? She should be cuddled up under the blankets and sound asleep. Rose stood, putting her hand on her back, and went to the far wall where pictures hung on the wall. There was her brothers and sisters, her with her cousin, Lucius, wearing Slytherin Quidditch uniforms, hers a Beater and his a Chaser, then there were pictures of Bellatrix and Rodolphus's wedding. And over here was a picture of Octavian, he smiled and waved at her from his magical portrait.
She smiled and waved back, even though she knew he couldn't see her. "Hey, love. I just want you to know that I'm okay and our baby is okay too." She whispered, "Tom is a good man and he'll be a great father."
She smiled and went back to bed.
Bring on the Wedding!
Lynn ran frantically through the church, a wand in one hand and a bouquet in another. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, ohno... I lost Quirrell! I lost Quirrell... Oh no on nonononon..."
She spotted Lucius Malfoy, "HAVE YOU SEEN QUIRRELL! He's about this high and had shared his soul with Voldemort at one point. And I lost him! Have you seen him?"
Lucius blinked at the strange girl, "No, I have not. Why don't you try the bathroom, I think I saw The Dark Lord in there, throwing up."
"That is a splendid idea thank you." Lynn said bowing quickly before taking off towards the back. She ran head first into the bathroom (one of those unlocked doors with two stalls or whatever). She shuddered lightly when she heard Voldemort barfing. "Voldemort have you seen Quirrell?"she asked loudly over the sound .
"Do I *urp* bloody look *oh god* like I've seen anyone?" Voldemort kept his head directly over the toilet.
"No, but I'd just wanted to ask." Lynn said before asking, "Are you okay?"
"No. I think I'm gonna *hurk* die..." Voldemort doubled over as a fresh wave of nausea overtook him.
"Are you sick? Or is it nerves?" Lynn asked confused, and slightly grossed out.
"The Dark Lord does not have-" Voldemort paused to throw up the remainder of his breakfast, "...nerves...gotta be the nerves."
"Why you got nerves?" Lynn asked.
"How should I know?" Voldemort pushed open the stall door and went to look in the mirror. "Oh, Rowling, I'm a wreck...I look awful." He tried to smooth out his slicked-back grey hair and wipe his mouth off.
"I have some Pep-me-up potion if you need it." Lynn said trying to be helpful.
"What I need is a toothbrush...and some Coldgate..." Voldemort rubbed his temples.
The door burst open and Quirrell came in, flustered and anxious.
"Quirrell there you are! I thought I lost you." Lynn said giving him a hug before looking him over. "You don't look too good either... Hold on, stay put, I'm going to get Voldemort a toothbrush!" The girl took off again in search for a toothbrush and Coldgate.
"Hey Quirrell." Voldemort muttered, pressing the heels of his hands on his face.
"Hey, you alright man?" Quirrell asked turning his attention to Voldemort.
"No, and I can't figure out why." Voldemort looked over at his Best Man. "What's wrong with me Quirrell?"
"I don't know. Maybe your coming down with something or-" Quirrell replied, tilting his head slightly. "You're not getting cold feet are you?"
"No, no I just can't seem to hold anything down...Maybe I'm nervous? But, that doesn't make sense, I mean, I've slept with her already." Voldemort rested his head on his hands and sighed. "It's gotta be nerves."
Quirrell put the back of his hand on Voldemort's forehead. "You feel a little warm, maybe you caught a bug or something." He placed a hand on his best friend's back. "If it isn't that and it is just nerves, once you see her walking down that isle that will probably all be forgotten."
"GOT THE STUFF!" Lynn said loudly as she rushed into the bathroom holding her wand and flowers with one hand and a toothbrush and toothpaste with the other. She hovered near the door, her eyes glinting with excitement. Lynn held out her hand that held the tooth brush and paste.
"Thank you Lynn." Quirrell said, "Just put it down by the sink."
Lynn placed the items in question where she had been told to place them and began to move from the balls of her feet to the heels of her feet -which was rather impressive she didn't fall over having high-heel shoes on- waiting for further instructions. Something must have dawned on her because she then stopped doing that and felt the pockets of the loose fitted robe she wore over top her dress while waiting for the for the wedding to start. "Oh, oh, before I forget, I have- I have- come on where is it-"
Voldemort picked up the toothbrush and paste and began diligently brushing his teeth. After he was sure that he had done a good enough job, he spit out the paste and rinsed out his mouth from the faucet. "I can't believe I'm sick on my wedding day..."
"I'm sure you wouldn't be the first." Quirrell said glancing over at Lynn whom was pulling out random potions from her pocket, putting the 20 odd vials on the counter. "How on earth did you fit all of those in your pocket?" he asked her as she started looking through them.
"My coat is enchanted." Lynn replied, searching through all the bottles before gasping excitedly. "Here you are. Drink this!" Lynn said pressing the bottle underneath Voldemort's nose. "It will help with your tummy troubles."
Voldemort looked uneasily at her, but he took the bottle, "I'll try anything." He tilted his head back and down the whole thing, coughing and smacking his lips in disgust, "Ugh, that was nasty. Please don't tell me what it was."
"Fair enough," Lynn said holding out her pocket underneath the counter and tossing the unused vials back inside. Quirrell watched her, eyes widening slightly as the potions clinked together as they hit each other inside the pocket, and once all had disappeared inside. Lynn smiled, closing and patted her pocket. "You should be feeling better really soon."
"Mm, well a little better. Wait, what time is it?" Voldemort looked wildly around, searching desperately for a clock.
"Relax, you have about five minutes," Quirrell said as Lynn gasped and took off sprinting out of the bathroom. No doubt to find Rose and get into her directed positioning. He studied Voldemort. "How you feeling?"
"Never mind that! I gotta get moving, Rose told Draco he could be one of the groom's men, I have to find him and lock him in a closet or something!" Voldemort dashed out the door with Quirrell hot on his heels.
"Do you really think that is necessary?" Quirrell asked as they ran.
"Necessary? Of course, that little weasel deserves it!" Voldemort stopped. "Well, Rose would kill me if she found out...Better not try something stupid."
At that moment the Malfoy's came into view.
"Lucius," Nacissia said softly, nudging her husband when she caught sight of Voldemort and Quirrell
Lucius stopped short, he swallowed, "Lord Voldemort."
Voldemort's lip curled in a cruel smile, "Lucius, how nice for my fiance to invite you."
"Yes, well, we wouldn't miss it for the world," Nacissia said, her head bowing slightly, "It is a beautiful day for a wedding is it not."
"Hm, yes. Now, why don't you all scurry off? I have somewhere I have to be." Voldemort swept past them, Lucius and Narcissa flinched as he passed. Quirrell stood there for a second then followed after him.
"Three minutes, Voldemort." Quirrell said softly, as he glanced back at the Malfoys, Narcissia was straightening Lucius's coat, before looking back over at Voldemort whom hadn't stopped walking.
"I know, I know...Let's go get in our places." Voldemort led the way to the entrance of the church where Draco, Lynn, and one of Rose's cousins stood waiting for them. Draco's smile slid off his face at the sight of Voldemort and he slunk back to stand with the other cousin. Quirrell and Lynn stood next to each other and Voldemort stood in front of them. The priest came to stand next to Voldemort, he leaned over and said quietly,
"Are you ready?" the priest smiled.
"As I'll ever be."
The music started to play and the priest took the first steps. Voldemort swallowed loudly and squared his shoulders, "Well here it goes."
"You'll do fine," Quirrell whispered encouragingly.
They all made the seemingly extended walk up the aisle, Lynn and Quirrell and Draco and the other cousin separated and took their places on either sides of the altar. The priest stood on the podium and Voldemort stood examining his shoes. Then the whole congregation rose to their feet, Voldemort looked up when Quirrell nudged him with his elbow.
"She's beautiful!" Lynn said with a gasp, her cousin having to jab her in the side to be quiet. Lynn covered her mouth before finally dropping her hands to hold her bouquet.
There, dressed in a flowing white gown complete with train and a slash of scarlet across the front, was Rose holding a bouquet of Fire and Ice roses and being escorted by,
"Lucius?" Voldemort's jaw dropped open in surprise.
Lucius smiled and took Rose's arm, kissing her lightly on the forehead, and began to walk her down the aisle toward an aghast Voldemort.
Quirrell smiled, jabbing Voldemort with his elbow again. "Well what did you expect," Quirrell murmured quietly to him, "She needed someone to walk her down the Lucius is her family..."
When they reached the altar, Lucius gave Rose a hug and whispered something in her ear, to which she smiled. He took his seat and Voldemort turned to Rose taking her hands in his while the priest went over the formalities and such.
"Why was he walking with you?" Voldemort hissed.
"We grew up together, we've been very close. Now shut up." Rose hissed back as the priest made it to have and hold's part.
"Do you Tom Marvolo Riddle take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Voldemort winced at his full name, "I do."
"And do you Roselia Cathrine Tannearius take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Voldemort sniggered at her full name.
Rose grimaced, "I do."
"Tom, will you take her left hand and repeat after me?"
Voldemort muttered something about 'if you weren't a priest...' and took Rose's left hand.
"I, Tom Riddle,"
"I, Tom Riddle," Voldemort looked like he would be ill again.
"Take this ring,"
"Take this ring," Voldemort placed the intertwing gold and silver snake ring onto Rose's finger.
"To seal the bond between us."
"That sounds an awful lot like an Unbreakable Vow...To seal the bond between us."
"Now," The priest looking unamused by Voldemort, "Roselia, take Tom's left hand, and repeat after me."
Rose lifted Voldemort's hand to her lips and kissed it lightly.
"I, Roselia Tannearius,"
"I, Roselia Tannearius,"
"Take this ring,"
"Take this ring," Rose slid the broad hematite ring up Voldemort's finger.
"To seal the bond between us."
"To seal the bond between us."
"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you Man and Wife, you may kiss the bride." The priest closed his Bible.
"Well, don't mind if I-" Voldemort didn't get to finish, Rose pulled him into a kiss.
The church erupted in applause and everyone stood up as Rose and Voldemort turned to face them.
Lynn 'Awed' loudly, clapping perhaps the loudest of the bunch. Quirrell clapped, smiling at the couple with a stray tear falling from his eye. Lynn's cousin was a weeping mess as she cheered and Draco looked like he wanted to blend in with the surrounding walls.
As they walked back down the aisle, Voldemort leaned in the ask, "So, your name is Roselia? Not that common really."
"Tom, you call me Roselia and you'll find yourself sleeping on a couch."
"Duly noted."
At The Reception-
Lynn was giggling as she tried pulling Quirrell on the dance floor but flustered Quirrell didn't seem to want to join the crowd, clinging to his seat in almost desperation. Lynn sighed turning and walking over to her cousin, looking pouty. "Why won't he dance?"
"Maybe he's shy?" she said glancing over at Quirrell before nodding over to Narcissia and Lucius whom were moving fluidly with each other to the beat. "Hard when you got those two dancing like that."
"Maybe I should give Quirrell a lap-" Lynn started to say but, Elizabeth lightly hit her arm, "You will do no such thing if you want to see him anymore tonight. Come on, just dance with me a bit." Lynn's cousin laughed, "Maybe he'll get jealous and steal you from me."
"Maybe," Lynn said casting sad eyes in Quirrell's direction before being pulled to the dance floor dancing with her cousin.
Rose and Voldemort sat at the head table, watching the other people dancing, when Lucius walked over, "Leaving your new bride sitting out? Voldemort, you should know better."
"Oh really, well you can-" Voldemort started to stand.
"Would you like to dance, Rose?" Lucius gallantly held out his hand, Narcissa smiled and went to sit with her son.
"I'd love to, Lu." Rose took his hand and they were off spinning and gliding across the dance floor. Voldemort was left standing with his mouth open, Quirrell sat down next to him.
"Did what I think just happened, happen?" Voldemort sat back down, dumbfounded.
"It did," Quirrell said glancing over at Lynn whom was giggling as she and her cousin continued ballroom dancing. They had made their way over to where Narcissa and Draco were, stopping a moment before pairing off. Lynn began dancing with Draco- slowly moving across the floor, talking while they moved- and Elizabeth sitting next to Narcissa chatting.
Quirrell's face went slightly pale as he heard Lynn giggle.
"Okay, this is an affront to our manhood, Quirinius." Voldemort looked over at his friend, "What ever shall we do?"
"Steal back our respective partners?" Quirrell asked, before sighing heavily. "But I don't know how to dance, Voldemort."
"Well, neither do I. But, it seems that our women do." Voldemort stood up and sighed. "Hope you don't mind letting them lead as much as I do."
"It doesn't seem I have much choice," Quirrell said rising as Lynn's laughter rang out.
"Right, Operation Cut-In commencing." Voldemort saluted Quirrell and made his way to Rose and Lucius. "Can I cut in?"
"Mm, that depends." Rose smiled as Lucius twirled her around.
"Depends on what?" Voldemort put his hands on his hips.
"Whether that's an order or not, m'Lord." Lucius smiled.
"Lucius, it is." Voldemort narrowed his eyes.
Lucius bent to kiss Rose's hand, "Always a pleasure, dear cousin." and he walked back to his wife.
Voldemort took Rose's hands and she stared expectantly at him. "Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Are we going to dance, or just stand here?" Rose gave him her annoyed look.
"Yes, uh, I just..."
"You don't know how. Fine I'll lead, let's go." Rose started to lead Voldemort across the floor.
Meanwhile on the Other side of the Dance Floor-
"M-may I-I step in?" Quirrell asked causing Draco and Lynn to stop dancing.
"I'm not sure the lady has finished dancing with me." Draco said, causing Lynn to giggle. Quirrell frowned uncomfortably as Draco spun Lynn around. He turned to leave when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
It was Lynn.
"I-I th-thought you wan-wanted to co-continue dancing with hi-him." Quirrell stuttered.
"I did. For a moment longer. He was telling me how he fancied my cousin, and wanted my opinion on the matter, but now I want to dance with you." Lynn smiled nodding over to Draco whom was now talking to Elizabeth and Lucius was back to dancing with Narcissa.
"O-oh!" Quirrell said grinning, feeling rather foolish.
Lynn curtsied before she asked sweetly. "Can I have this dance?"
"Only if you tell me how, I'm afraid I haven't got that great of dancing skill."
"No, but I can show you." Lynn said beginning to teach him the basics. Quirrell quickly got the hang of it and they were dancing across the ballroom floor.
The dance went on for a while longer, then the Conductor waved his baton for silence, the music stopped and he stood up with his wand on his throat.
"Would Mr. and Mrs. Tom Riddle come to the dance floor for their first dance as Husband and Wife?" He stepped back and the musicians started to play a soft waltz.
The couples cleared the floor except for Voldemort and Rose, they started to dance slowly moving to the music. Rose rested her head on his shoulder and he put his head on the top of her head.
"So, Mrs. Riddle, now what?" Voldemort whispered.
"Well, now we go on a honeymoon." Rose slid her hand to the back of his neck.
"Where?"
"Anywhere. I hear Spain's nice this time of year. Or Greece is nice too."
"Sounds great, let's go to both."
"'kay, then we have the baby, and Lynn and I go back to work."
"Work?" Voldemort pulled back to stare at her in confusion.
"Yes, we're really only visiting my house in America, we should really be getting back to the house in England." Rose looked up at him.
"Wait, so you have a house in England as well? Then why are we still here?"
"Because," Rose hissed, "The pentagram was in that house's basement, remember?"
"Oh, yeah." They went back to dancing because Voldemort decided it would be best not to talk about this right now.
Lynn watched them her body swaying slightly from where she stood. Quirrell smiled wrapping his arm around her, swaying with her, and looked from her to the newly married couple.
"So what we going to do while they are off on their honeymoon," Quirrell asked.
"I don't know," Lynn said softly, "But you don't have to tell me, Rose already said I can't store away in their luggage."
"Why would you even do such a thing?" Quirrell asked confused.
"To scare 'em of course." Lynn said with a shrug, "But I've already been told no, so we are going to have to find something to do while they're away. Probably be stuck with packing though."
"Packing? Why?"
Lynn sighed. "Gotta go back to work..."
"Wait, I don't follow."
"There is a house in England," Lynn murmured turning to face him, and rested her head on his shoulder. "But I don't wanna go cause that means I have to do work."
"Do you not like your job?" Quirrell asked confused.
"Oh no, I love it. Just means less time to spend with you."
"I see..." Quirrell said softly, "What do you do exactly?"
"Can't say," Lynn said looking up with a grin.