We're well and truly into the final book. But despite the darkness, people come together for the union between two people.

Enjoy!

Chapter Three – Wedding Crashers

A few days later, there was a flurry of activity as everyone ran around preparing for a momentous occasion; Bill and Fleurs wedding. While all the men were summoned outside to help with setting up, the girls flurried upstairs and gathered into Ginny's room to pick out their dresses. Since Rachele and Claudia came unprepared, Ginny was more than happy to let them choose from her array of outfits. She lay out all her best formal dresses on her bed so they could see their choices.

"It's not too much, but it should do for tonight."

Rachele held up a pretty green gown that fell just below her knees with thin straps for her shoulders. "This is cute!"

Ginny smiled. "That's a good choice for you Rach, it brings out your eyes." She grinned. "Robert's gonna melt."

Rachele giggled. "Well in that case." She looked towards the ginger-head girl. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" She jerked her head to the side.

Ginny nodded and they hovered over to the far corner. "What's up?"

"I talked to Harry." Rachele whispered. "He told me what happened at the funeral."

Ginny sighed. "Was all for nothing wasn't it?"

Rachele rolled her eyes. "Don't let what that git said get to you. He was being his usual heroic idiotic self. You know he still cares about you."

"I know but what can I do?" Ginny said dejectedly.

Rachele hummed in thought when she became aware of a certain presence downstairs. She locked onto them and a sly grin spread on her face; it was Harry, and he was alone in the kitchen. She looked back up at Ginny. "I have an idea, come with me." She grabbed the ginger girl's hand and pulled her out of the room and downstairs.

"Hey! Where are we going?" Ginny hissed.

"Sshhh! He'll hear you!"

Ginny glared. "What're you talking about?"

Rachele stopped them just behind the wall before the kitchen. She gave Ginny a grin and pointed. "Look who's in there."

Ginny peeked around the corner and immediately pulled back with a blush. "Merlin, it's Harry." She grew nervous at the devious smirk on Rachele's face. "What're you planning?"

"Turn around."

Ginny stepped back. "Why...?"

"Just do it!" Rachele grabbed her shoulder and swivelled her around so her back was facing her. In one swift movement, she gripped the zipper on her dress and pulled it all the way down.

"Hey!" Ginny whipped around again. "What the hell?"

Rachele just grinned and jerked her head in Harry's direction. "Now go ask him to zip it back up for you. Oh but take off your bra first."

Ginny's face turned scarlet. "Really I can't-"

"Come on this is your one shot! Go for it!"

She sighed. "Fine." She reached back and unclipped her's bras clasp, pulling it off and handing it to Rachele. "Well here goes nothing."

Rachele rose her fist in the air. "I'm rootin for ya!"

Ginny took a deep breath and stepped out into Harry's view, whose attention was momentarily on the newspaper. When he heard her smoothly ask, 'zip me up will you?' he all but dropped the Daily Prophet and floated over to her with raised hands. As he carefully pulled up her zipper, Ginny decided it best if she say something to break the tension.

"Seems silly doesn't it? A wedding. Given everything that's going on."

Harry shrugged as he fixed her zipper in place. "Maybe that's the best reason to have it. Because of everything that's going on."

Behind the wall, Rachele was watching intently with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. Her eyes brightened when Ginny slowly turned around and gazed deeply into Harry's eyes. They stared for a moment before both leaned in and sealed their lips together. Rachele did a little jig on the spot, silently cheering that her fool-proof plan worked.

"Rach what're you doing?"

Rachele jumped at the voice and whipped around. "Oh...hey Hermione." She grinned innocently.

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "What's going on?"

Rachele wore a proud smirk and pointed over her shoulder. "Just my amazing match-making skills."

Hermione rose a curious eyebrow before peering around the wall into the kitchen. Her eyes widened when she spotted the couple making out. She turned her head to look at Rachele. "I thought they broke up."

Rachele grinned. "They did...until now."

Hermione shook her head. "I don't wanna know."

Rachele eyes darted back to the scene. "Is that George?"

They watched as Ginny's older brother tiptoed behind them, heading over to the sink to grab a drink. He leaned casually against the counter, picking up his mug and patiently waiting for the pair to finish.

Ginny had apparently spotted him since she abruptly pulled away and looked away with a blush. Harry stared at her confused until he too saw George and his eyes went wide with panic. George simply grinned at them. "Mooooorning." He said with a teasing tone. Embarrassed and irritated at the interruption, Ginny walked away with a huff.

Behind the wall, Rachele had lost the plot. She was on her knees, clutching her stomach as she heaved with laughter. Hermione just shook her head in exasperation. Ginny walked up to them, glaring darkly at the convulsing girl on the floor.

"Can I have my bra back now?"

Gasping for air, Rachele held it up for her to take. Ginny snatched it and stalked off. "Hope your happy Rach!"

Rachele laughed. "You're welcome!" She received penetrating daggers in return.

"Stop it Rach." Hermione said sternly. "She was really embarrassed just now."

Rachele rolled her eyes. "She can't let a little teasing from George get to her." When Hermione continued to leer at her she sighed. "Fine I'll go talk to her." She headed back upstairs to find Ginny in her room, perched on the edge of her bed with her face in her hands.

"Hey Gin?" When there was no answer she walked over and sat next to her. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to help, I didn't know George was going to come in."

Ginny looked up and offered a small smile. "It's okay, I appreciate what you're trying to do." She giggled. "It did allow me to snog him senseless."

Rachele held up her hands. "Spare me the details please, he's like my brother. Blegh." She stuck her finger in her mouth making Ginny laugh.

Claudia's head stuck in the door then. "Hey Rach?"

"Yeah?"

"Um..." She fidgeted. "D-downstairs."

Rachele's eyebrows furrowed; something was definitey up if Claudia was nervous. She followed her best friend down the flight of stairs until the story just above ground floor. It was then Claudia pointed to a certain figure who was talking with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Rachele moved to get a better look at his face and felt her eyebrows shoot upwards.

"What the hell is the Minister of Magic doing here?"

Claudia shook her head. "I don't know. But I heard him ask for Harry."

Rachele frowned. If that man wanted business with Harry then it must be serious. She watched as the minister led her three friends into the loungeroom and quickly followed after them. She stood nearby as the three teenagers took a seat with the Minister on the chair opposite them.

"You're free to join us Miss Sullivan." He said glancing at her at the side. "I think Dumbledore would want you to witness this."

"And this is?" Harry asked.

The Minister pulled out a folded letter, which he let go and it hovered in the air beside him. It unfolded revealing a series of scribbled context inside.

"Herein is set forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. First...to Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Dilluminator, a device of my own making in the hope that when things seem most dark...it will show him the light." He unwrapped a small piece of cloth before handing over a metal contraption that resembled a lighter.

"Dumbledore left this for me?" Ron asked in awe. "Brilliant...what is it?"

"Open it." The Minister instructed.

Ron flicked a latch on the side which opened the top; the light source from the two lamps flew out from their places and were absorbed into the Dilluminator. Fascinated, Ron flicked it open again and the same pieces of flight flew back to their original homes.

"Wicked." He said smirking.

"To Miss Hermione Jean Granger." The Minister continued. "I leave my copy of The Tale of Beedle the Bard in the hope that she find it entertaining and instructive." He gave Hermione a smallish novel with a worn silver cover. Rachele shuffled over to have a peek over her shoulder.

"Mum used to read me those." Ron said nostagically. "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot, Babbity Rabbity and the Cackling Stump." All three friends stared blankly at him. "Aaww come on, Babbity Rabbity...no?"

"Raised in the Muggle World Ron." Rachele reminded with a chuckle.

"Right." He rubbed his neck.

"To Mister Harry James Potter, I leave the snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts. As a reminder of the rewards of perseverence and skill." The Minister produced a shiny golden snitch, still in reasonable condition, holding it with a cloth. Giving Harry a rather strong expectant look, he stretched out his arm to him. When Harry plucked it from him, he took a sharp intake of breath, but when nothing else happened, he visibly deflated.

"Something the matter Minister?" Rachele asked with a raised eyebrow.

The Minister glanced at her. "No well it's just..." He sighed. "Nothing, it's nothing."

"Is that it then?" Harry asked.

"Almost." He said regaining his business-like manner. "Dumbledore left you a second bequest; the sword of Gryffindor."

Rachele's eyes widened, she hadn't laid eyes on that legendary weapon since Harry used it to slay the Basilisk down in the Chamber of Secrets during their second year.

"Unfortunately the sword of Gryffindors is not Dumbledore's to give away. As an important historical artifact it belongs to-"

"Harry." Hermione interrupted. "It belongs to Harry. It came to him when he most needed it in the Chamber of Secrets."

"The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor but it does not make it that wizards property." The room grew silent at his words. "In any event the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown."

Rachele frowned. "I thought Albus kept it in his office. It was safest there."

"Im afraid since his death Hogwarts has been vulnerable to several infiltration attempts, which includes the headmasters office."

Rachele looked away. "Brilliant."

"What do you mean unknown?" Harry butted in.

The Minister faced him again. "The sword is missing." He paused for a moment. "I don't know what you're up to Mr Potter, but you can't fight this war on your own."

Rachele snorted. "Like I haven't told him that before." She ignored the warning look Hermione shot her way.

He nodded. "She's right, he's too strong."

Rachele looked at him. "Hey hang on I never said that."

"Drop it Rach." Harry said. "I get what he means."

She huffed and turned away with crossed arms. "Fine." She stood up. "I'm gonna go find Robbie and Claudia, nice to see you Minister." She gave him a polite nod before heading back upstairs. She found Claudia talking with Ginny in the red-heads bedroom.

"Hey girls."

Both smiled in greeting. "Hey Rach."

"Claudia have you seen Robbie?"

She nodded. "He's outside helping with the tent."

"Cool thanks." She headed back downstairs and out the rear door where all the men were using their wands to levitate large long white tarps above ground, including a thin long one that led a path back into the main house. She found her boyfriend standing next to Ron, ('well he got back outside quickly') both boys with a expressions of concentration. She patiently waited for them to complete their task and could see how Ron was desperately trying to ignore the dark haired wizard beside him. Rachele sighed, fed up with his behaviour, but then a devious smile slowly grew as an idea came to her. Placing her hands on her hips she swayed sassily over to the two males.

"Hey Robbie." She purred causing him to turn to her.

He gave her a lopsided grin. "Hey."

She snaked her arms around his waist. "How's my handsome man today?" She glanced at Ron who kept his eyes averted while wearing a not so subtle grimace.

Robert's smile grew. "Great, how's my gorgeous girl?"

Rachele lifted an arm and raked a hand through his messy, dark hair, taking pleasure in the pure distaste on Ron's face. "Fine, I guess." She sighed. "But I'll be a lot better if I had my morning kiss from a certain charming Slytherin." She waggled her eyebrows at him.

Robert chuckled. "What the lady wants, the lady gets." He grabbed her waist and dipped her close to the floor before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. Rachele hummed in pleasure as she wrapped both arms tightly around his neck to bring him closer.

"Bloody hell!" Ron flung up his arms. "Get a damn room! You're making me sick!" He stomped away muttering how disgusting they were being.

Rachele ignored him as she lost herself in her boyfriends embrace, completely forgetting her original plan to prank the grumbling ginger-head. She allowed her senses to be taken over by the man holding her, his soft lips, his gentle hands, his broad shoulders and oh those ab muscles. More than once she had run her fingers over his rock hard stomach and every time she barely resisted the urge to just rip his shirt off and ravish him to no end. Damn since when did she become such a helpless pervert?

It was Robert who eventually pulled away. "Hey, I gotta get back to work."

Rachele looked at him in a daze. "Huh?"

He chuckled and pulled her back to her feet. "They still need my help with the wedding."

She sighed. "Alright, I'll go help the girls."

Robert laughed and softly kissed her cheek making her blush. "I'll find you later."

She giggled. "Promise?"

"Promise." He whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.

"O-okay."

He gave her a sly wink as he walked away causing her to flush darker.

"Damn stupid sexy beast."

(Later that night)

The wedding went off without a hitch and soon all guests were laughing, drinking and dancing during the memorable festivities. Rachele was smiling and clapping her hands with everyone as Fleur and Bill waltzed and span in the centre completely enraptured with each other. Robert was next to her with a casual arm around her shoulders and clapping his free hand on his thigh. After a minute, other pairs began gliding onto the dance floor and that's when Robert offered a hand to her.

"Shall we m'lady?"

She accepted it with a bright smile. "Lead the way."

He smoothly led her onto the floor before taking her in his arms and swaying them on the spot. Neither felt the need to do anything overly fancy, they were content to just lose themselves in each others embrace. Rachele had both arms draped lazily around his neck with her head resting comfortably on his chest. Robert had wound his arms around her waist with his head leaning gently on hers. Once or twice during the song Rachele lifted her head to share a tender kiss with him. People were smiling softly at the young couple, it was hard not to notice two people so deeply in love, particularly at a wedding.

They danced for a few songs before deciding to grab some refreshments. While Robert wandered off to fetch drinks for the both of them, Rachele stood to the side and took in her surroundings. Bill and Fleur were off to the side and happily feeding wedding cake to each other. She giggled when Bill got some smudged on his nose and his bride cutely swiped it off with her finger. Scanning the room again, she was pleasantly surprised to find Robert holding friendly conversation with Hermione near the drinks. Hermione was ranting away about who-knows-what while her boyfriend was nodding in agreement. She was happy to see two people she cared about so much getting along so well.

"Hey Rach."

Rachele whipped her head around in surprise. "Ginny! Merlin you startled me."

The Weasley girl laughed. "Sorry, you enjoying yourself?"

She grinned. "Yeah it's pretty nice, you must be proud of your brother."

Ginny shrugged. "I'm happy for him I guess." She smirked. "How're things for you in the love department?"

Rachele sighed dreamily, directing her gaze over to where her boyfriend was standing. "Amazing."

Ginny smiled widely at her love-sick expression. "Wow you got it bad." She only got a vague 'uh huh' in response causing her to snicker. "Okay you're lost in your own little world, I'll talk to you later."

Rachele turned just as Ginny walked away. "Wait I...later..." She sighed to herself. "Get a grip Rachele." She was then approached by her female best friend and a tender smile broke out on her face.

"Oh hey Claudia. Having fun?"

Claudia smiled with a small shrug. "It's a wedding."

Rachele grinned. "Indeed it is...Harry!" She beamed at the raven-haired boy who approached them with a small grin.

"Evening girls."

"Nice suit." She smirked and socked him in the shoulder.

Harry grinned. "Thanks, nice dress."

Rachele gave a little twirl. "Isn't it? I borrowed it from Ginny."

Harry's eyes lit up. "Ginny? Where is she?"

Rachele rolled her eyes. "Easy there lover boy, she's around. Was just talking to her."

Next to her, Claudia was giggling into her hands. "You guys are funny."

Harry bowed and offered his hand to Rachele. "May I offer this lady a dance?"

Rachele tapped her chin. "Oh I dunno, my boyfriends nearby."

Harry put a hand to his heart. "This angel is taken? Be still my heart whatever shall I do?"

Rachele pretended to swoon, placing her hand in his. "Take me away Romeo! No one needs to know of our affair. Nothing can stop true love! We are destined for eachother-"

"Alright, alright no need to over do it." Harry muttered leading her to the dance floor.

Rachele sniggered as they fell into a comfortable platonic dance with light hands and a reasonable gap between them. "You started it."

"I simply asked for a dance. You're the one that mentioned your boyfriend."

"Keep talking Potter."

"Make me Granger."

Rachele clamped a hand over his mouth with wide eyes. "Are you crazy?"

"Relax." He said moving her hand aside. "No one heard."

"Harry Potter!" The teenagers turned their heads to see a older woman, presumably in her fourties, staring at them with eyes full of admiration. "A pleasure to meet you at last!"

Harry stared at her. "Uh...you are?"

"A huge fan! You must tell me of your courageous adventures. Of how many times you've so gallantly fought off You-Know-Who!"

"I uh...well I-" Harry stuttered, taken back by the ranting praise. He glared at Rachele who was not so discreetly sniggering at him.

"Oh I didn't notice you had a friend with you!" The lady was now staring at her. "Who's this lovely flower? Oh don't tell me!" She gasped. "The chosen one has found his soul mate! Is she your girlfriend?"

Harry coughed loudly. "What? Rachele? Uh no I-" He was startled when he felt a weight on his shoulder. Rachele was leaning on him in a fit of laughter, gasping for air and pointing between them.

"Me? And...him? Dating?" She let out a undignified snort. "That's a good one! Harry she's hilarious!" She continued to chortle hard and loud.

Harry shot her a look. "Are you done?"

The lady stared wide-eyed at the pair. "Did I say something wrong?"

Harry sighed. "Sorry. Rachele here...she's not my girlfriend. She's like my sister." He glared at the giggling brunette. "An annoying one."

"Oh excuse me, I apologise for my assumptions." She cleared her throat. "If you don't mind me asking, is there someone special in your life Mr Potter?"

Harry turned scarlet from the neck up. "Um...I..." He let out an embarrassed cough.

Rachele rolled her eyes. "Yeah there is, and it's pathetic to watch."

Harry glared at her. "Hey!"

"Excuse me." A new voice chimed in. "May I cut in?"

Rachele's whole face glowed brightly with delight. "Robbie!" She dashed forward and clung to his arm.

Harry grinned and jerked his head towards the pair. "Thaaaaat's her boyfriend."

The lady let out an 'oh'. "Excuse me then." She politely bowed her head and walked away. Harry then turned back to the couple. "Shame you weren't here about twenty seconds ago Robert."

Robert rose an eyebrow. "Did I miss something did I?" His girlfriend next to him buried her face in his shoulder as she started giggling again.

Harry groaned. "That woman just now, she mistook Rachele as my girlfriend."

Both Robert's eyebrows were now sky high. "Seriously?"

Rachele grinned up at him. "Hilarious right?" She let go off his arm only to intertwine their fingers. "Come on let's go-" She was interrupted when a orb of light shot through the tarp and halted in the centre, startling several of the guests. People gathered around it curiously when a anonymous voice echoed through the area.

"The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming. They are coming."

The light vanquished itself and immediately after there was a rushed panicas people began hustling for the door. Rachele's head shot up and her eyes widened in horror. "Robbie...we have to get out of here...NOW!"

Robert frowned. "What are you..." Before he could finish, smoky black figures literally crashed the wedding and several Death Eaters appeared. Deadly green sparks exploded from all over the room, some people made it out, others didn't. From the corner of her eyes she could see Hermione and Ron grabbing each other before heading over to Harry who was desperately trying to reach Ginny. The younger ginger-head was bravely fighting back against the intruders and Rachele promised herself to assure her friend made it out alive. Harry's advances to his girlfriend was stopped by Remus who pushed him away and told him to go. Ron and Hermione quickly grabbed him and the three teenagers disapparated. Knowing at least three of her friends were safe, she turned back to Robert.

"Where's Claudia?"

He pointed outside. "I think I saw Mrs Weasley take her and Ginny back to the house."

Rachele sighed with relief. "Okay." She squeezed his hand. "I need to help evacuate everyone."

Robert stared at her. "What are you gonna do?"

She smiled. "What I always do." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Go, I'll meet you later."

He nodded. "You got it. Be careful." He turned on his heel and disappeared into the chaos with his wand drawn. Rachele silently prayed for his safety before turning back to the situation at hand. She focused intently on the Death Eaters still wrecking havoc, saddened to see a few dead bodies scattered here and there. She allowed a vengeful rage to consume her and pushed the emotion outwards. A vivid green light exploded outwards from her body, making a projectile path for dark followers. It knocked them all clean off their feet, but never harming the innocent trying to defend themselves. The unexpected power spooked the Death Eaters and they disapparated faster than you can say 'Hogwash.' Not hesitating even for a second, Rachele hurried over to check those who had stayed behind to fight. Once the area was clear of survivors, injured and deceased, finding herself alone in the tent, she sadly took in her surroundings. The tarp was ripped, tables and chairs were turned over, left over food splattered along the ground along with the blood of the victims. Letting out a sigh she gave a simple wave of her hand as the catastrophe quickly mended itself putting everything in it's place before the Death Eaters interrupted. She decided she'd let the Weasley's decide when and where to pack everything away later. The least she could do is erase any evidence of the tradegy that had suddenly struck them.

But now all she could think about was getting to her friends and making sure they were all safe and alive. Double checking the area once more, she darted outside and headed quickly back to the Burrow. She entered the kitchen cautiously and instantly heard hushed voices coming from the living area. As she came around the corner she could see most of the family huddled around, doing their utmost to comfort each other. Bill and Fleur were cuddled in the corner, the former holding his new wife close and whispering softly into her ear. The rest of the Weasley siblings were consoling their mother who appeared rather distraught that her son's wedding was ruined. She finally found Robert and Claudia standing in the opposite corner talking quietly to each other and felt a wave of relief at seeing they were unharmed. She beelined her way through the room and over to the pair, being careful not to disturb anyone. As she approached them, Claudia let out a small whimper and reached out to her. Rachele gently tugged her hand and held her best friend tightly, fighting back tears of her own. They parted after a minute and Rachele immediately stepped into the arms of her awaiting boyfriend. She clung to his shirt while he held her firmly around the waist with one arm while the other ran through her hair.

"I'm so glad you guys are okay." She said softly as she slowly backed away. "I didn't see those guys coming." She looked down at the ground sadly. "Some people were lost because of my carelessness."

"Hey come on." Robert gently lifted her chin. "It's not your fault Gryffindor. You didn't kill those people, the Death Eaters did."

Rachele shrugged. "I just feel like I could've done more."

Claudia put a hand on her shoulder. "It would've been a lot worse if you hadn't intervened."

"She's right Gryffindor. This whole family is alive because of you." Robert smiled at her.

Rachele gave each of their hands a squeeze. "Thanks guys."

"Um...Rachele." Ginny was standing behind them, twiddling her fingers nervously. "Do you know where Harry is?"

Rachele stepped towards her and took the younger girls hands in hers. "He's not here, but he's safe don't worry. He- he's gone away with Ron and Hermione. I don't know when they'll be back."

Ginny ducked her head. "But he's okay right?"

"He's fine. We'll see him again I promise."

Ginny nodded tearfully. "I hope so." She walked away with her head hung low. Rachele watched her go with a sad sigh.

"Sorry Gin." She whispered quietly. A larger warmer hand slipped into her own and she lifted her head to look into the warm, comforting eyes of her boyfriend.

"You did the right thing Rach. If you really told her what Harry was doing she'd only worry more."

She smiled at him. "I know. Doesn't make it any easier though." She looked between him and Claudia. "Speaking of Harry, I need to go make sure he's okay."

"How're you gonna explain to Ron and Hermione if you just suddenly appear out of nowhere?" Claudia asked.

"I'll figure something out. Look after each other." She gave each of them a hug before quickly vanishing with a soft 'pop'.

"Smart of her to use actual apparition." Robert said proudly.

Claudia smiled. "I just hope she'll be okay."

By the time Rachele managed to track down the trio, it was at a lonely diner somewhere in the middle of London City. The three were the only customers in there and they were sitting around a long table absorbed in a deep conversation. She noticed they had changed out of their wedding attire into more casual wear for travelling around. Suddenly two stocky men wearing what resembled blue janitor suits strolled in each carrying a tool box each. Rachele felt every alarm in her body go off when they walked past her and she narrowed her eyes sharply as they came to a halt at the counter. She immediately spotted a wand through one guys pants and wasted no time jumping into action. Without holding back, she burst through the door with her hand stretched in front of her.

"GET DOWN!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione all ducked under the tables just as the intruders turned around with their own wands drawn. But before they could so much as flick their wrists, a single blast from Rachele's hands sent them flying over the counter and into the wall. It seemed, though, they refused to give up and they were back on their feet a moment later.

"Get your wands out!" Rachele ordered her friends which they obeyed. She leered hard at the men causing them to freeze in their tracks. They stared wide-eyed as she stepped toward them with a murderous glare in her green eyes.

"I don't take kindly to people who try to kill my friends." She said, venom lacing her voice. "It's a good thing I was here when I was." She turned back to the other three who still had their wands pointed. "You guys know these schmucks?"

Harry nodded, gesturing to the blonde one on the left. "That's Raoul, he was on the Astronomy Tower the night Snape killed Dumbledore."

Rachele's eyes flashed dangerously at said man. "Bet you enjoyed it didn't you?" She growled. Raoul suddenly began choking as though invisible hands were wrapped tightly around his neck. "How would you like it if I threw you off a tower that high?"

"Rachele stop it." Harry said sternly. "We can handle it from here."

She reluctantly released her hold and turned to Raouls companion. "What about this one?"

"Dolahov." Ron answered bitterly. "I recognise him from the wanted posters." He looked at Harry. "What're we gonna do with them?"

Harry looked at Rachele who gave him a careless shrug. He knew as long as she was there, these Death Eaters were completely powerless. "Let's erase their memories."

Rachele nodded in agreement. "Good idea. 'I'll let them go when you're done."

Ron gently tapped Hermione on the shoulder. "You're the best at spells."

Hermione stepped forward with a steady hand and incantated. "Obliviate." A shimmering light appeared at the end of her wand. The only other evidence of the spell was the blank vacant expressions on the two men. Once the spell was complete, Hermione gave Rachele a simple nod. Rachele simply blinked and the men crashed to the floor unconscious. Harry gave her a smile, knowing she was the cause of them being knocked out.

"You guys alright?" Rachele asked them.

Hermione nodded. "Fine but...Rach..." She looked between her friend and the men. "How did you...?"

Rachele smiled. "I'd love to explain but I only came to check on you." She looked over at Harry. "Where'd you plan on going now?"

"Grimmauld Place. It's the only safe place I can think of."

She nodded. "Alright. Need my help? I can get you there faster and without any risk of Voldemort or the Ministry tracing you." She grinned. "It's a bit less painful than apparating as well."

Harry smiled. "Sure, thanks." He turned to his friends. "Hold my arm." They did as they were told with confused expressions.

"Harry." Rachele turned his attention back to her once they were ready. "Feel free to tell them truth about me."

Harry blinked. "Everything?"

"Almost everything. Some things I'll need to do myself." She gave a subtle glance in Hermione's direction.

Harry nodded. "Got it, I'll tell them."

She smiled. "Make sure you're nice and secure before you do." She tapped her temple. "Let me know if you need my help again."

Harry grinned. "You make communication so easy."

She chuckled. "It has its uses." She looked over them. "I don't know when I'll see you three next, but just watch yourselves alright? Especially you Harry..." She turned back to him. "I promised Ginny she'll see you again."

Harry smiled at his girlfriend's name. "I'll make sure of it. What're you gonna do Rach?"

She looked at him seriously. "Robbie, Claudia and I will head back to Hogwarts, I have a hunch we're gonna be needed there."

Harry nodded. "I feel better knowing you'll be there to guard the place."

She saluted with a grin. "You can count on me." Her face then turned sombre. "I guess I'll see you when I see you." She took turns giving hugs to them, lingering slightly on Hermione. "Take care of yourselves."

"We will." Hermione promised.

She looked back at Harry. "Ready?"

"Ready."

She placed her hand on his shoulder and watched as her three friends were engulfed by flames. Knowing for sure they were safe this time, she teleported away from the city and back to the Burrow to her friends.

End Of Chapter

Damn those Death Eaters ruining a perfectly nice wedding. The movie didn't portray it clearly but I know a bunch of people would've died in that scene. Voldemorts followers wouldn't have run away without leaving behind some casualties.

Harry, Ron and Hermione begin searching for the Horcruxes. While they're doing that, Rachele will go back to Hogwarts and protect the students.

See ya next time!