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Chapter 7 : Today Was A Fairytale: The Epilogue
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Bill and Fleur
It seemed like a happy place to be, away from the darkness that was spreading through Britain. There was dancing, singing, joyfulness and lots of firewhisky. The guests were dancing merrily together in large groups, or chattering to each other around round tables. I thought that too. Until suddenly, the place went pitch black, and a ball of blinding silver light burst into the room. We all stumbled back, and we heard, “The ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming. They are coming. They are coming.”
Screams rang out across the marquee, as black streaks of Death Eaters came flying into the marquee, crashing into tables, shattering glass. All I could think of was Fleur. Where was she? I shouted out, desperation in my voice, “Fleur! Fleur! Where are you?” There was no reply, so I ran around the place taking out my wand and shooting curses at death eaters. I dodged bodies, and jumped over objects, knowing fully that Fleur would have no support or help; I had her wand in my other pocket. Tears were flowing down my cheeks, we had only just got married, why would it happen to us? “Fleur!”
Suddenly, I heard a scream, “Bill! Bill! Help me! She vant’s to kill me!” My head whipped around, as I saw Fleur being held captive in the arms of Rodolphus Lestrange. Rodolphus had a sharp, deadly knife to Fleur’s throat, a wicked gleam in his eyes, his pointy teeth leering at me. Anger bubbled up inside of me, and I wanted nothing more than to use the killing curse on him.
“Let. Her. Go.” Fleur had her eyes closed, and she was whimpering, struggling in the wrath of Rodolphus’ arms.
“Or what? What are you going to do? Kill me?” He said this whilst laughing at me.
“If it means I get my wife, then yes.” I was shooting him looks of pure hatred, and I could tell that he was enjoying looking at both Fleur and I suffering.
“Well, it looks like you’re going to have to kill me then, because I’m not giving you to her. But, saying that, if you try and kill me, then you see this knife here? It’s going to slit your beautiful wife’s throat.”
“Over. My. Dead. Body,” I hissed through my teeth.
“That can be arranged,” he shot back at me. My wand was still lifted high, and I could see people’s dead bodies on the floor and with a lurch in my stomach, I noticed that one of the bodies was my Great Auntie Muriel.
Before I had the chance the shout something back at him, a loud voice echoed in the room. Women and children began to scream, and many people fainted to the ground. I saw Fleur cry out in pain, as the knife that Rodolphus was holding had been dropped, but it cut her foot, before it bounced to the floor. I felt helpless, I could do nothing. I knew whose voice it was, but I didn’t want to think of his name. “I command my forces to drop all of the witches and wizards you are holding, and to leave at once. You are to find me Harry Potter, and bring him to me. Now.”
Every Death Eater in the room fled, and at once, ignoring everything else, I ran over to Fleur, and caught her just before she fell to the floor. Her foot was bleeding heavily, and tears were falling, from her face, as she whispered something in French, something which I could not make out. I took my wand, and cast a charm which healed her foot, but left a blood red scar over her pale, dainty foot. At once, she threw her arms around me, ad I hugged her back, wiping the tears from her face. “Ssh Fleur, shh, everything is going to be okay, they’ve all gone now, nobody is going to hurt you, I promise.”
“He tried to kill me Bill! I weesh that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had never been born! Zat would have made everything better!”
“I know Fleur, I know. But I promise that nobody is going to hurt you, ever again.”
She looked at me, her eyes shining. “You promise Bill?”
“I promise Fleur, I would never lie to you.”
For what seemed like hours, we managed to collect all of the dead, and send them with their families. We were harassed by my mother and father, who were rounding the family up, and Mr and Mrs Delacour were fussing over Gabrielle and Fleur. At about three o’clock in the morning, everybody retired to bed, most still shaking from the shock of the attack. Ginny and Gabrielle had been close to death, and it turned out that Charlie broke his leg tripping over. Dressed in light pyjamas, Fleur and I curled up in a ball, and fell asleep in each others arms, her hair laid over a pillow, her legs wrapped around my body, with just a thin sheet over us. It was not the way that I had imagined my wedding night at all, but we were safe, and that was all that mattered.
Ron and Hermione
I shivered. I shivered as Ginny helped me slide my dress over my head, a dress which would only be worn once, on my wedding day. It was pearly white, and very plain, and simple. There was just a train, no huge princess skirt, just a small one, just a few diamonds on the top and bottom, and sleeves. I had insisted on sleeves, I did not want to see the scars on my arms; it would bring back to many bad memories. The sleeves were lace, but flowery, and the lace was on the top of the dress too. It was stunning. I wore very simple makeup, tastefully done by Ginny, and my hair was in ringlets. My hair was kept back by a lace veil that matched my dress, and was kept in place by a few hair grips. I blushed when Ginny tossed me a garter, as she said to me, “That’s your something old, it’s a Weasley garter. All of the women have worn it on their wedding day for over a hundred years.” We said that my something new was my dress, my something borrowed was late Auntie Muriel’s goblin made tiara, and my something blue was a blue flower necklace that Ron had bought for me on my nineteenth birthday.
“Are you ready to look at yourself in the mirror Hermione?” I nodded, as Ginny took a cover off a full length mirror.
I gasped when I saw myself, for the first time in my life I looked beautiful, I looked like someone who would be worth marrying. I managed to gasp out, “Ginny, thank you. I would never be able to look like this without you.”
Ginny floated over to me in her blue bridesmaids dress, her red hair flowing. She would make the most beautiful woman in the world look dim in comparison to her. Ginny said to me, “Hermione, you don’t need me to look pretty, you can do that all by yourself. Now come on, we’re already ten minutes late, and the wedding is just outside.”
I nodded nervously, and took her hand to help me down the stairs. With my other hand, I picked up the bottom of my dress and made my way down the long winding staircase of the burrow. At the end, my father greeted us, and Ginny led us outside to the marquee. She ran inside to let the Minister of Magic know that we were ready. She ran back to us, as the music began to play. Ginny gave me a comforting hug, and then made her way back down the aisle slowly to stand next to Harry.
At once, everyone rose, and we took that as our cue to make our way in. Taking a deep breath, on the arm of my father, we began to make our way down the aisle. After a few moments, I plucked up the courage to look up at my guests. I saw Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Padma and Parvati smiling eagerly at me, Neville and Hannah with their month old baby daughter Alice, and Luna and Rolf dressed in a sunshine yellow gazing dreamily into space. I saw the entire Weasley family, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Percy, Audrey, George, Angelina, Molly and Arthur. In front of them were the Weasley grandchildren, Victoire, Dominique, Molly, Fred and alongside them were Teddy and Mrs Tonks. I saw my mum sitting beaming along with the few other people from the Granger family who knew about my magical abilities. I saw Harry and Ginny at the front smiling encouragingly at me. When I reached the front, my father kissed me on the cheek, and made his way to sit next to my mother. And then finally, I saw Ronald Weasley. I could see that he had tears in his eyes, and he gasped when he saw me properly, for the first time that day. He whispered softly, only loud enough for me to hear, “You look beautiful Mione.”
The ceremony went far to fast, and before I knew it, Ron and I kissed, for the first time as man and wife. When we made our way down the aisle, amid the clapping and cheering, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was finally Mrs Ronald Weasley.
Harry and Ginny
“It’s okay Ginny; everything’s going to be fine, please just one more push?” Harry Potter was practically begging his beautiful wife now.
Ginny was in so much pain, tears were streaming down her face and she shook her head. She was holding onto her beloved Harry and a nurse for support, until finally after a death curdling scream from Ginny, the Healer held the tiny baby in his hands. “Congratulations Mr and Mrs Potter, you have a baby girl.”
Harry had a tear in his eye, and the minute he saw the baby, his baby, Ginny’s baby, his heart melted. She was going to be a daddy’s girl, no doubt about that. When the nurses took her to be cleaned up, Harry turned to face Ginny. “Did you hear that Gin? We have a daughter.”
Ginny was smiling, her eyes shining, and her face so soft and warm. Ron leaned down and kissed her gently, and they looked at each other with love. They had been waiting for months for this moment to happen, and now that it finally had, it was perfect. They had two beautiful sons, but now they had a daughter in the family. Nothing could ever ruin the moment. Then, a nurse came back into the room with their daughter, and said, “Mr Potter, do you want to hold her?”
Speechless, Harry took hold of his little baby girl. “Support her head, she’s still very delicate.” Harry was staring at his daughter, she had light blue eyes, which Harry suspected would turn to a chocolate brown before he knew it and tufts of Weasley red hair on her head. Such little hands, little feet, she was so small. He couldn’t believe that this was his and Ginny’s daughter, just a few years ago, they were in school, a year apart, and war constantly separated them. But now, they loved each other so dearly, and they had a little angel to share their love.
“You’re doing so well Harry, your going to be a brilliant daddy to her,” Ginny said her voice small and caring.
“Here Ginny, you take her.” Carefully, he handed her their daughter, and instantly, Ginny started to cry.
“Ginny? What’s wrong?”
“N- Nothing’s wrong. I’m just so happy.”
Harry leaned against the hard hospital bed, his hand playing with Ginny’s hair. “So Ginny, what do you want to call her?”
Ginny thought for a moment or two. “Lily. She looks so much like your mother, and I’m sure that if she was alive they would have a connection.
Harry’s heart swelled with pride, it almost made him want to cry. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” Ginny smiled. “You chose a middle name Harry.”
“I think it should be Luna. She has done an awful lot for us, and I think she would be very proud to have he goddaughters middle name be Luna.” They had already decided that Luna was to be godmother for them, as just a few weeks ago she gave birth to twin boys, and Harry and Ginny were the godparents.
“It’s- its perfect Harry. Lily Luna Potter.”
“I love you Ginny, and I love you too Lily, our little flower.” Lily stretched out her little hands, and her eyes were staring at her parents. She looked so much like both of them, and she would inherit their amazing talents too, the Quidditch, the love, the many talents. But none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was that they were happy. Suddenly, the two little boys, James and Albus came toddling into the room, and for a while they spent time with their new baby sister.
Even though it was a little late, Ginny replied, “I love you too Harry.” The perfect family, all together, finally.
Neville and Hannah
Wait. That was all that I could do. I sat crossed legged on the cold, hard, bathroom floor, breathing in and out slowly; trying to process what I was doing was real. I was sitting next to a bubbling cauldron that was deciding how well my life would turn out. My parents were going to kill me, and Neville, well I had no clue what he would say. Had it been ten minutes yet? It had certainly felt like ten minutes, it had felt like an hour. I closed my eyes, and wondered why on earth this had happened to me. When I reopened them, I took a tiny glance at the clock, and saw that ten minutes had passed.
So, gulping nervously, I took out my wand from my jeans pocket and waved it around the top of the cauldron, as I muttered, “Sumi Gravida.” Almost instantly the cauldron spat out green sparks from the inside, and in a mist of green smoke, the word, “Pregnant,” appeared, and within a split second, it disappeared again. My suspicions had been proven correct. I put my head in my hands, how could this be? I was twenty five, not married, and not even engaged. I let out a large sob, and hoped, wished, prayed that Neville wouldn’t leave me when I told him. I was lucky that I had left the Leaky Cauldron in the care of one of my workers, as I wouldn’t have been able to continue on with work. Not like this. Neville was due to come back from Hogwarts in half an hour, and I was a nervous wreck. Deciding that it probably wasn’t the best idea to stay cooped up in the bathroom all day; I got myself up, poured the potion down the sink and gave the cauldron a good rinse. Still wondering how on earth I remained sane from the news, I wandered into the living room, sat down, stared at the wall until I saw Neville make his way into the flat through the front door. Sweet Merlin. Kill me now.
I got up to greet him, as he threw his arms around my neck, and kissed me. “How was work today Hannah?”
“Usual, what about yours? Kids causing havoc again?”
“You could say that,” he chuckled. I took his jacket, as he went to sit down. I began to give myself some positive thoughts just to cheer myself up. Right Hannah. Stop being such a coward. It’s only Neville after all!
So, gently, I plonked myself down next to Neville, and took his hand. I whispered, so softly I could scarcely hear myself, “Neville? I need to tell you something.”
Looking concerned, he said, “What’s the matter Han?”
I bit my lip, and stared down at my lap. “Neville, I’m pregnant.”
He froze. “What?”
He looked shocked, and dazed, and a little scared too. “That’s- That’s amazing!” He began to laugh, and pulled me into a long hug.
When we broke apart, I looked at him, his eyes misty from tears. I gazed at him happily, “You really think so?”
“Of course! We’re going to have a baby! Well, you are, but you know what I mean!”
“What about my parents? They might kill me, they might kill you!”
“Nobody is going to kill you whilst you’re with child. Me however, that’s another story. But I am sure that they will be happy for us!”
I looked at him uncertainly. “You promise?”
“I swear.” For the rest of the night we sat and talked, about the future, about the baby, about what everyone else was going to think. When we finally collapsed to bed, we fell asleep in each others arms, Neville’s hands on my stomach. I knew, from that moment on that this was the way things were meant to be.
Rose and Scorpius
For eleven days, a single red rose had been delivered to St Mungos, to my girlfriend’s office. But on the last day however, twelve red roses were to be delivered to her office, and tied to the stems would be a diamond engagement ring.
Somehow, I had managed to get Rose’s father, Ron, to give us his blessing. It had been a very awkward day; we were just sitting in silence until I had a spout of courage and blurted my question out to him. He hadn’t been entirely happy with the idea, but grudgingly he agreed.
On the morning of the engagement, Rose, as usual had left for work far too early than necessary, and I had taken the day off for the occasion. Rose’s boss knew of my plans, and he had agreed to let her leave work early after I had proposed. The second the clock struck two, I put the roses in my owl’s claw, and made sure that the ring was tightly fastened to the stems, and then sent the owl on its way.
“Rose Weasley, Head of Children’s Ward in St Mungos speaking how can I help you?” I warbled out the required opening sentence down the phone for the tenth time that day.
“Hello Miss Weasley, its Donna from downstairs. I’m just sending up a mother and her little boy, the name is Tate, they have an appointment with you I believe?”
I rolled my eyes. Miss Tate was a single mother, and very overprotective of her son Daniel. Just a bump, bruise or scratch and they were up here in a flash. Don’t get me wrong, they were very nice people, it was just so frustrating how I had to see them at least two times a week. “That’s okay, thanks for reminding me Donna.”
Sighing, I began to shuffle some papers on my desk, and attempted to make the place tidier than what it actually was. What was the matter going to be this time? When I heard a knock on the door, I stood up to open the door to greet Miss Tate and Daniel. She was only young, twenty three, and Daniel was only five. As usual, she had a worried look on her face, and Daniel just stood next to her, though for once he actually didn’t look great. “Take a seat, Miss Tate. What seems to be the matter with Daniel?”
They shuffled to sit down in front of me, and straight way, she said, “Oh Rose, I don’t know what to do. I know I bother you rather a lot,” I couldn’t help but snigger at this, “But I have found all of these green and purple marks on Daniels toes, and I don’t know what they are!”
“Come here then Daniel, let me take a look at you.” He wandered over to me, as he pulled off his shoes and socks so I could take a look. As soon as I saw it, I froze. For once, she could be right. I made sure that gloves were on my hands, and then took a closer look. It was what I feared. “Mrs Tate, I want you to take your son to the Magical Bugs Ward, it seems that Daniel has caught a mild case of Dragon Pox.”
At once, she broke down into tears, though Daniel remained quite solid and stationary. “Will he be okay?”
“He should be, as I said, it’s just a mild case. But I would advise you to make your way now, just to be safe.”
“Thank you Rose,” she said, before making a hasty exit with Daniel in her arms.
“Your welcome, Miss Tate,” I said, though whether she heard it was a mystery to me. I settled back down to work, it wasn’t very busy today, it was a Tuesday, and a sunny one at that. I was waiting for an arrival of another Rose, for eleven days Scorpius had sent me one, and I thought that it was really romantic.
Suddenly, I heard a tapping noise on the window, and at once, I swung around in my chair and saw Scorpius’ owl. I smiled, and went to open the window, and as I suspected there was something in his claw. But after opening the window, I not one, but a whole bunch of roses attached to his claws, I removed them and took them to my desk. I counted twelve beautiful roses, and as I gathered them up, I noticed something gleaming on the stems, and as I took a closer look I saw that it was a ring. I gasped, and fumbled for scissors to cut the string. As the string snapped in two, I picked up the ring and examined it carefully. It had a gold band and a single set diamond, it was stunning. I closed my eyes, and wondered to myself, “What does this mean?”
But as they flickered open again, and I saw Scorpius, on one knee. He smiled, and took the ring from my fingers. “Rose Ginevra Weasley, I have loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you, and I would do anything for you. So would you do me the honour of marrying me?”
I didn’t know what to say, well, I did. I wanted to scream, yes, yes, YES! Was this even real? I could never have seen this coming, not in a million years. What would my father say? I could hardly imagine him giving permission for us to get married. But right then, I couldn’t have cared less. I felt tears running down my cheek, and I nodded. I choked out, “Of course.”
He beamed, and slid the ring onto my finger. As, he stood back up, I stood up, and I lost myself in his lips, and I wished that the moment would never end.
Teddy and Victoire
“Teddy! Come on! We’re going to be late!” Victoire Lupin was in a muddle, and Victoire Weasley did not like to be in a muddle. Her children were going to Hogwarts for the first time in just half an hour, but yet they had not left their house, thank goodness that they only lived twenty minutes away from Kings Cross Station. Their triplets, Cheyenne, Clemence and Clara were running round the house like mad people, Victoire was standing in the hall creating a checklist in her head, Teddy was dragging the trunks down the stairs, and yet the only person ready was two month old Remus who was sitting in his carry cot kicking his legs happily, quite enjoying all of the madness.
Within two minutes, everybody was buckled up in the car, well, that was what Victoire thought. Victoire bellowed, getting out of the car, “CHEYENNE! HURRY UP!”
Not even five seconds later, Cheyenne came hurtling out of the house, locking the door behind her. “Sorry maman, I thought that I had forgotten one of my books.”
So they set off, Victoire and Teddy chatting quietly in the front, and in the back sat the three daughters, who were all the image of their grandmother Fleur, and their baby brother, who was still none the wiser as to what was going on. Soon, they arrived, and after a close encounter with a muggle who wanted to know why they were owners of an owl, a cat and an animal that looked like a ball of pink fluff. As they got to the barrier between platforms nine and ten, they watched a few other witches and wizards go through first. Clara asked “Can I go first maman?”
Victoire nodded, as Clara ran through the barrier with her trolley, closely followed by Clemence and then Cheyenne. Teddy and Victoire linked hands as they walked through, with their son in his carry cot on Victoire’s other arm. “I don’t want to let them go Teddy,” Victoire whispered in his ear as they emerged through the other side.
Teddy kissed her, and said, “I’m sure that they’re going to be fine, their old enough to take care of themselves.” The triplets stood in a line, completely dazed at the sight. The Hogwarts Express was chuffing out puffs of smoke, cats were causing havoc further down the platform and sparks were flying everywhere. The clock read two minutes to eleven, they were only just in time.
Victoire lowered herself to her girls’ heights, and said to them, “Be good for me okay girls? Write to me everyday, and don’t forget to write to Nana Molly, we don’t want a repeat of what happened to Hope!”
“We will maman,” the three chorused, as they launched themselves into a hug with their mother. They said their goodbyes to their father and their brother, and after shouts and waves from the window from their compartment, they were gone. Victoire didn’t like not having them with her; after all, for eleven years they had always been by her side. But after a reassuring hug from her husband, she knew that it was time to let go.
“If you see the magic in a fairytale, you can face the future.”
“To me, a fairytale seems to have become reality.”
“Mirror! Tell me, am I the fairest of all of the Death Eaters?” Bellatrix Lestrange cackled into my ancient frame. Uh oh. Here we go again. I’ll see you later and never forget that fairytales do exist, if you just believe.
Wow! I can't believe its over! *Sobs* Just a few things, the two quotes I used belong to Danielle Steel and Nelly Sachs respectively, and if the mods think that the little bit in the Bill/Fleur section needs a disclaimer, it's from The Deathly Hallows Part One, and Steve Kloves wrote the screenplay. And yes, the quote was from the film and not the books. The dress that Hermione was wearing was basically Kate Windsors dress, yes, I realise I'm obsessed. I would like to thank everyone who has read this and supported me with lovely reviews, I'm sure one day you'll all find your Prince! (Or Princess!) Thank you once again!xxx
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