The Black family garden, once a place of shadows and fear, now gleamed under the soft afternoon sun. The lush greenery and vibrant flowers created a serene and picturesque setting for the weddings of Sirius and Regulus Black. Today, the garden was filled with joy, laughter, and the promise of new beginnings.
Sirius stood proudly beside his bride, Abigail, a graceful woman with an aura of warmth and kindness. Regulus, equally radiant, was ready to marry Daffodil, whose gentle presence and supportive nature complemented him perfectly. The two weddings, joined in a harmonious celebration, symbolized the unity and happiness that had blossomed in their lives.
Orion and Walburga Black, along with their guests—including Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, with their young son Draco, and Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange—watched with contented smiles as the ceremony unfolded. The once foreboding garden now felt alive with love and light.
But as the vows were exchanged and the celebrations began, an eerie feeling swept through the garden. A sudden chill brushed against the skin of the guests, causing them to shiver despite the warm weather. Conversations faltered, and laughter died away as a palpable tension took hold.
Orion's eyes narrowed, and he exchanged uneasy glances with Walburga, Lucius, Narcissa, and the Lestranges. Each of them sensed an unsettling presence, a faint whisper of something ancient and dark that seemed to linger in the air. The garden, which had been a symbol of renewal and happiness, now felt strangely heavy and ominous.
Lucius, his face growing pale, glanced around, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the sudden shift in atmosphere. Narcissa clutched Draco closer, her protective instincts kicking in. Rodolphus and Rabastan shared a worried look, their previous mirth replaced by concern.
Orion, sensing the growing unease, took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Stay alert," he instructed softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Something doesn't feel right."
The guests, their joy momentarily overshadowed by the strange feeling, looked to Orion and the other seasoned wizards for guidance. The once-happy occasion now stood on the brink of uncertainty, as the shadows of the past seemed to stir once more, threatening to disrupt the celebration and the peace they had fought so hard to achieve.
