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Departing by LonelyStar
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“We gather here today in the holy matrimony of Blaise Zambini and Charlotte Wilderfield…” drawled the Reverend, though I wasn’t listening at all.

Out of all the ways I imagined this day, this wasn’t the one of the ways I pictured it. In my head I had worn a long, sweeping white dress that flowed down my body, and spread out towards my feat. My hair would have fallen down past my bare skinned shoulders perfectly. When I walked down the aisle all the guests would sigh in awe of the sight of me as I gracefully made my way to the altar. But it would be my face that would be the most dazzling of all, because the most beautiful smile would be on my face as I looked to the prospect of marrying the person I truly loved. It would be just like a fairytale.

But this wedding wasn’t my dream wedding. Instead of my stunning wedding gown, I was wearing a pair of old jeans and a huge T-shirt that was several sizes too big for me. My hair was a messy pile on top of my head, though a few strands of hair had fallen wildly around my head. I felt far too stiff to wave my hand gracefully so much as walk gracefully. And not even a whisper of a smile came to my face.

The only thing that could be said about this wedding was that I did truly love the person standing across from me. Blaise. My Blaise.

I have always loved him, even when we were children and he was in furious denial that he loved me too, though I knew he really did. I knew he was the one boy I wanted…


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10 years earlier:

“Charlotte! Charlotte! I know you can hear me, so don’t pretend you don’t! Come here, now!” My mother shouted out to me, but I paid no attention to her as I wandered further away. I skipped out of our house at ease, as though my mother’s screaming was nothing but the wind.

Once outside our house there was only forest around. We lived in the middle of nowhere, and the only hint of civilisation was an old, narrow muggle road that had been there since muggles were using horses to bring them everywhere. My family had never bothered to use it since we would usually simply apparate or use Floo powder. But there was a first for everything.

I walked down the old road, humming loudly to myself. It was just about six o’clock in the evening; twilight, and that gave the old road a spooky feel. But that excited me further. I had heard scary stories of how a person would be walking along a road like this and some unknown terrifying creature would come and devour them alive. A shiver of delight ran through me when I remembered that scary story. With luck I’d become a heroine in one of those scary stories. I could imagine it now, “There once was a girl called Charlotte” the old-man storyteller would begin. “And one evening she decided to take a stroll down an old muggle road. Little did she know what would be waiting for her at the end of that road…”

I continued on my way down the road for some while, and as the minutes flew by it grew steadily darker. Suddenly, the hedges on my right-hand side began to move violently as if the hedge was trying to get of its roots. Delighted that my wish was coming true, I gasped out loud and back away to add to the effect.

Then emerging from the hedges as though some kind of life form the hedge had produced, was a small dark-skinned boy. Disappointment washed through me. “You’re not a monster,” I said to him, my voice sad.

His almost black eyes glared at me. “And you seem so disappointed by that,” he retorted.

“Well, I am,” I replied, deciding to be honest as honesty is the better route to go down, or at least that’s what I’m told. “I was hoping for a monster, preferably a man-eating one.”

“You’re weird.”

“So?”

“I hate little oddballs like you.”

“I’m telling my daddy you said that!”

“Go ahead,” said the boy, smirking as he turned away from me and retreated back into the hedge.

“Wait!” I cried, as I ran after him. “Why are you leaving? And why did you come bursting out of a hedge?”

“Because you’re annoying me, and I came out of a hedge because I was exploring,” answered the boy, not even bothering to look back at me.

“So was I! Isn’t that amazing! And you know I’m not as annoying as some people,” I said diplomatically, and then asked, “What’s your name, anyway?”

“I don’t know how that’s any of your business!” snapped the boy.

That earned him a slap from me. Without thinking about it, my hand automatically stretched out and hit him on the head. “Don’t be rude! I asked you a question, so answer it!” I chastised.

He finally turned around to look at me, his face looking shocked. His hand over the part on his head where I had hit him; I almost felt sorry that I had hit him.

“Blaise Zambini,” he answered, his hand still soothing his head.

I smiled brightly and held out my hand as I had seen my mother do. “Charlotte Wilderfield. Pleased to meet you!”

That day on, I followed Blaise Zambini everywhere, and with time he became my only true friend.

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The Present:

The Reverend continued to drone on and on. I thought he would never finish, and I wished he never would. In my head I was silently begging God or anyone who cared to listen to me to stop time, just this once. But I knew there was no way anyone could do that.

Sensing my distress, Blaise reached out and took hold of my hand. His hands felt warm over mine, and silently I brought his hands to my lips and gently kissed them. I looked up and gazed into his eyes, he seemed just as sad as I felt though he kept a calm composure.

I couldn’t bare to keep a calm composure. My body began to shake, and a sob tore from my lips. The Reverend glanced up to give me a disapproving glare, while all the quiet people standing near us muttered to each other about me.

Closing my eyes, I tried to remember an easier, happier time, but my mind only brought me to the moment where all my troubles had begun.

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A year ago:

I was waiting for Blaise for the past half an hour or so up in the Astronomy Tower in Hogwarts. He was always late, unlike me who was always prompt on time. I had been brought up that way. But I didn’t mind waiting for him up here, even though it could have been dangerous to do so.

Hogwarts had changed a lot in the past few months. After Dumbledore’s death Severus Snape had been made Headmaster of Hogwarts. Many people were upset and angry over this, after all Severus Snape was Dumbledore’s supposedly murderer. I hadn’t particularly minded. It was all the same to me. Who cared who was Headmaster of Hogwarts?

But then Alecto and Amycus Carrow had come to Hogwarts. Two Death Eaters, who didn’t care about anyone, save themselves. I disliked them the moment they entered the classroom door, grinning stupidly. They never bothered me though because I was a Slytherin. I wasn’t one of the unlucky ones who were tortured by them. And thankfully I had never been asked to torture another student either. I don’t think I would have had the stomach.

The thing that worried me the most was that the Carrows seemed to like Blaise. I had seen him come out of their office a few times, and every time I asked him what were they talking to him about, he refused to tell me. It was very worrying, to say the least.

The door to the Astronomy Tower finally opened, and in stepped Blaise. I ran to hug him tightly in my arms. But after a minute he pushed me off. I gazed up at him; his expression made me feel nervous.

“You’re late,” I accused, trying to keep things normal.

He looked away from me, and instead was looking at the Forbidden Forest in the distance. “Yes… I’m sorry about that.”

I continued to stare straight at his face. “Is something wrong?” I asked, hesitantly.

He sighed loudly, and then turned to stare right back at me. “Nothing’s wrong,” he assured me, “But I suppose I should tell you… You’ll find out eventually, and I know you’ll be furious if it wasn’t me who told you.”

“Tell me what?”

He didn’t answer; he only bit down on his lip which I knew he did when he was unsure about something.

“Blaise, you’re scaring me.”

My hands reached out to his face, and I moved his face closer to me. “Tell me what?” I repeated.

“I’m joining the Death Eaters.”

My whole world seemed to go crashing down. I let go of his face, and my arms fell limply by my side. I was completely and utterly speechless.

“Oh my God,” I gasped. My eyes widened, and then watered as if I was going to cry.

Blaise slowly took a step near me, but then backed away from me again.

“Why?” I finally asked, as I tried to make sense of all the mess in my head.

“The Carrows asked me to. And you know as well as I do that you don’t say no to the Death Eaters. What choice did I have?”

He sounded angry as if he thought I was upset that he joined the Death Eaters, and I was, but not in the way he imagined. He thought I was upset like a person who hated the Death Eaters would be upset, but no, I wasn’t upset like that. In my head all I could think of was he dying or getting badly hurt because of the Death Eaters. The Order of the Phoenix was still around, and if they fought the Death Eaters... If they fought Blaise…

“Where are you going to go?” I stuttered, my chest heaving as I started to cry.

“Wherever the… Dark Lord orders me to go,” he answered.

“What if you get hurt?” I whispered, tears falling down my cheek in a rapid pace now.

Blaise looked away again, and only shrugged to say that he didn’t know. I looked away too.

Minutes passed by, and still neither of us said a word. Until Blaise broke the silence, “What are you thinking?” He demanded, walking closer to me and finally warping his arms around me.

“I don’t want you to join the Death Eaters,” I stated. When Blaise looked as he was going to interrupt, I rushed on with my words, “I don’t want you to join, but I know if you refuse you will be killed, so all I have to say to you is… I love you.”

That was the first time I had ever said those words to Blaise, but I meant every single little word.

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The Present:

We had then proceeded to make our vows. Blaise had said his, and now it was time to say mine.

“I call upon these persons here present to witness that I, Charlotte Wilderfield, do take thee, Blaise Zambini, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” Saying those words were the only easy part of being in this ceremony.

I tried to smile a small smile up to Blaise, but I couldn’t hold my smile for long as our time was nearly over.

We exchanged rings, and for the last time we kissed. His lips were hard on mine, and mine were hard on his. We kissed passionately, and would have happily kept on doing that until we both died. The Reverend coughed loudly to try and get us to get of each other. After a few more seconds Blaise released me from his arms reluctantly.

The Wedding ceremony was now over.

The dementors then came sweeping into the room, bring coldness and despair with them. They were going to take Blaise away from me, and bring him to Azkaban where he would go insane in punishment for being a Death Eater. The Ministry and only let us marry before they brought him to Azkaban. It was our last wish.

“No!” I cried as loudly as I could. But it was useless. The dementors still took him away.

I dropped to the ground, and wept bitterly.

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A/N: I know I took a few liberties in writing this, and I know some things that I wrote isn't consistant with canon, so I hope all of you who look their fics canon compatiable won't be too angry with me.

This is my first fic that I wrote for this site (not including the HPFF United chapter), so all reviews would be appreciated to tell me how I can improve my writing ^_^




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