The Magic Mirror

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Chapter Two

An Unforgettable Wedding

“Let me out!” Hermione shrieked again, shaking her body violently as she held the bars of the windows of her lavished prison cell, trying to break the iron rods. Looking down once more at her ruined wedding dress, all smeared with blood, Hermione walked back to the door and let out a new row of profanities. “Let me out, you son of a bitch!” Heavy tears streamed down the raw cheeks in anguish of all that had been lost on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life.

Four Hours Earlier

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Hermione smoothed the imaginary wrinkles impatiently from her simple yet elegant wedding dress. The dress design was strapless satin A-line with beaded lace corset bodice and side draped skirt with beaded lace inset. She also wore above elbow length satin gloves and a veil that was attached to a beautiful crown of lace and pearls atop her pinned high caramel curls to complete the vision of loveliness that she was.

Hermione was in Ginny’s room at the Burrow, home of her favorite wizarding family, the Weasleys. She was so happy today that she kept pinching her wrist every other minute to make sure this day was not a dream. She was going to marry the man she loved for years and finally become a part of a family that had accepted her from the very first moment they had met her.

Nothing could ruin this day for her. Powerful security precautions had been placed upon the building, by the Ministry of Magic. So, it was decided that the ceremony as well as the reception would be held at the Burrow so that the guests would be better protracted.

There was a soft tap on the door before a sweet and gentle voice of Mrs. Weasley spoke to her. “Are you ready, dear?” Hermione turned around to her soon to be mother-in-law and smiled nervously. “There, there, Hermione.” The older witch spoke quietly as she came over the bride and hugged her in support. “There is no reason to be nervous. Everything shall be just fine.”

“Thanks, Molly.” Hermione replied as she pulled away from the motherly embrace.

“Of course, dear.” Mrs. Weasley gently patted her cheek. “I just wanted to tell you that everything is almost ready. The ceremony should start very soon now.”

Hermione nodded in understanding and carefully sat on the armchair when Mrs. Weasley left the room. Ever so slowly she leaned back and closed her eyes. A moment later Hermione felt something warm lightly smooth her cheek. Slowly opening her eyes to an empty room, Hermione drew in a breath and said calmly, “Show your self.”

A second later the air in front of her rippled as Draco Malfoy emerged from his invisibility cloak, dressed in a designer mourning-like robes.

Ever since Hermione agreed to accept Ron’s proposal of marriage, a few months ago, Draco distanced himself from the Order of Phoenix. He only came to the meetings and then left right after that. He no longer ate with the group or slept over. Of course his behavior was noticeable and then confronted by Harry and Ron, without any satisfying answers.

***

A week before the wedding, when the meeting had just finished, Hermione stopped Draco as he left the meeting room and told him to fallow her. Surprising her, he did so without complain. They stood silently on the patio, just listening to the crickets chirp in the warm summer’s night.

“Don’t marry him.” He stated quietly, still looking into the darkness.

“Is this why your demeanor changed?” She asked unapologetically. “My upcoming nuptial to Ronald?”

Draco sharply turned to look at her at her mocking smile. His insides churned at the though of her with Weasley. “You know how I feel about you,” he had said.

“Yes.” Hermione interrupted him. “For years, now.” Her smile grew just as his surprised eyes had.

“Why are you tormenting me so?” Draco said raucously and closed his eyes in pain and humiliation.
Hermione slowly rose on the tips of her toes until she was tall enough to whisper into his ear. “Because I hate you!” She whispered, ripping the remaining pieces of his black heart to shreds. “I know you are a spy, Malfoy.” She held up her hand when he faced her to defend himself. “I can feel that you are spying on us for Voldemort. You may have everyone else fooled, but you can’t fool me.”

Draco just stared at her silently. A split second later he reached for her neck with both of his pale hands and forced her chin upwards before punishing her mouth with his bruising kiss. Biting her lower lip until she was forced to part them to let out a painful cry, Draco thrusted his tongue into her mouth, to battle with hers before vacuuming it with fervor. The kiss ended just as abruptly as it began.

Twisting her tresses around his fist, Draco warned her hotly. “Mark my words, Granger. Blood shall be spilled if you go through with this so called wedding and it will all be because of you.”

“Are you threatening me?” She tried to jerk away, but he only pulled harder. “Ah!”

“Not a threat, Granger.” Draco corrected her. “It’s a promise!” He gave her another hard kiss and then disaparated away.

***

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Hermione asked as she patiently stood up and walked to Ginny’s desk to retrieve her wand from one of its drawers.

“It’s not there.” Draco said in a monotone and watched as Hermione nodded in understanding. She had no reason not to believe him. “Are you still going through with it?”

“Yes.” Hermione whispered. “Please don’t ruin this day for me, Draco.” After their last conversation, Hermione became wary of the wizard. She hadn’t mentioned their conversation to the others because she did not want dig a hole more than she already head.

When the blond wizard didn’t reply right away, Hermione’s eyes watered. “Please…” she begged again.

There was another knock before George Granger walked in, smiling at Hermione. “Hey, princess.” The muggle man said, kissing his daughter’s forehead. “Are you ready?” The bride nodded, still looking at the Slytherin. “Draco,” the man said skeptically, feeling the tension in the room between the wizard and the witch. “Won’t you have a seat with the other guests in the garden?”

“But, of course,” Draco sneered at the disgusting muggle before exiting the room.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Mr. Granger closely looked at Hermione in concern, knowing the animosity between Draco and his daughter. “He didn’t upset you did he?”

“Dad, it’s just Malfoy.” Hermione dismissed. “I no longer pay attention to him.”

“Shall we go then? Ronald and Arthur are already standing under the gazebo with that ministry official.” With another nod, Mr. Granger took Hermione under her arm as they proceeded out of the house.

The gardens were pleasantly warm on this summer’s evening; the air was a mixture of freshly cut grass as well as Mrs. Weasley’s legendary cooking. The gardens were absolutely transformed from its original overgrown weeds and grass and the lights and lace of pink and green seemed to draw happiness like hummingbirds to honeysuckle.

With a soft music in the background Hermione patiently watched as Ginny slowly walk down 5 meter long white carpet that lay as the wedding aisle in the center of the garden, surrounded by nearly fifty guests sitting in white folding chairs that were tied with silken ribbons. While waiting for her turn, Hermione took the time to look over the transformed gardens. The décor included pink table clothes, white floating lanterns, and pink and white china centerpieces. Her eyes lit with delight at the wedding cake her mother insisted on purchasing for her wedding. The wedding cake included three delicious flavors - coconut, chocolate and strawberry with chocolate icing - her favorite.

The theme of the song changed to ‘Here Comes the Bride’ and Hermione knew it was her turn to walk down the aisle. Looking at the bright blue eyes of her fiancé, dressed in costmary wedding robes, Hermione couldn’t help but smile back at Ron in a reassurance. It wasn’t long until Mr. Granger gave Hermione a sweet kiss on the cheek before handing his daughter to her future husband.

“Dearly bellowed,” the Ministry’s official began. “We are gathered here today to join this wizard and this witch in a holy matrimony.” He respectfully turned to Ron and then Hermione before facing the admiring guests. “If there is anyone who is against this mutual bonding of rings, hearts and souls, speak out now.” When no one objected to their union, Hermione let out a long breath she had no idea she was holding.

“Do you, Ronald Bilius Weasley, take this witch as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?”

“I do!” Ron replied.

“And do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take this wizard as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?”

“I…” Crash! Hermione’s reply was interrupted by a loud crashing sound. All the guests looked to the back of the garden at the table where the couple’s wedding cake once stood. The table turned upside down and the beautiful wedding cake littered the grass in pieces.

“What the hell happened?” Ron said in anguished voice no one in particular. A moment later there were four pops, indicating that someone had apparated.

Everyone began to yell in panic as they realized who the new occupants were. Death Eaters. Everything happened so fast then for anyone to react.

“Accio wands!” One of the Death Eaters commended. Without a pause, all the wands of every witch and wizard in the garden flew to the feet of the Death Eaters.

Another masked Death Eater pointed his own wand at the pile at his feet and said, “evanesco”, vanishing all the wands out of sight.

All the guests gathered together, trembling and whimpering like rabbits before a pack of hungry wolves.

Yet another Death Eater pointed his wand at the crowd, silencing a few selected weaker individuals.

“Please forgive us, for interrupting this joyous occasion.” An unmistakable aristocratic voice spoke in ridicule to its victims.

“What are you playing at, Malfoy?” Arthur Weasley’s voice said from the crowd.

“Oh, dear. I have been recognized.” The wizard said in mocked fright before casting his mask away to reveal that he in fact was, Lucius Malfoy. “What ever shall I do?” Smirking, he addressed the rest of the crowd. “If all of you would take you seats, that would be splendid.” The position of his wand suggested that he wanted no arguments.

Not able to take it anymore, Hermione stepped forward and said angrily. “Show yourself, you repulsive ferret!” She did not have to wait long for Draco take off his own mask and stand next to his father, smirking at her menacingly. “I told you that he was a traitor!” Hermione informed the Order of the Phoenix through her gritted teeth.

“It is all of you who are the blood traitors!” A crazed feminine voice said in disgust just before another Death Eater revealed herself as Bellary Lestrange.

“Please,” Molly Weasley said in a motherly tone. “This is not the time or the place for your war. This is supposed to be a happy occasion.” She smiled sadly, knowing that the happy occasion was over the moment the wedding cake crashed to the ground.

“Shut up, you bleeding cow!” Burked the forth Death Eater furiously before wishing his own mask away. “I will see myself dead before I’ll allow my sister to marry that blood traitor!” He pointed his wand at Ron.

Everyone blinked at the crazy wizard. He was at least 6’3 and weighed no less than 220 lbs of muscle. He had caramel colored wavy hair and a matching set of eyes. He looked closer to being thirty years of age and had very handsome features.

“He’s gone mental!” Ron informed in disgust. Looking at Hermione just to make sure the other wizard was talking about his bride. “Are you blind? I am marrying Hermione. What sister are you talking about?”

In answer, the Death Eater searched for somebody in the crowd. Once he located them, the Death Eater pointed his wand and with a levicorpus spell Mr. and Mrs. Granger found themselves raised and then upside down in the mid air. Mrs. Granger’s skirt flay around her face and exposing her shapely legs for everyone to see.

“Why don’t you ask those muggles who portrayed themselves as your dear parents all these years?” The handsome Death Eater asked Hermione.

“Oh my God!” Hermione positioned herself under her parents. “Please,” she begged, tears streaming down her face. “They haven’t done anything. Please don’t hurt them.”

“Tell her the truth!” The wizard yelled at the Grangers. “Tell her whom she really is, you despicable thieves!”

Mr. Granger looked down at Hermione and smiled in reassurance. “She was, is and always will be our precious, little Hermione. AHH!” He screamed in pain as his face and body was magically cut by, no doubt, the sectumsempra curse. Immediately blood poured from the freshly formed cuts and drop after drop of the angry crimson fluid spotted the virginal white of Hermione’s wedding dress.

“NO! Daddy!” Hermione screeched on the top of her lungs, tears blurring her vision.

“George!” Yelled his wife, who was still hanging upside down next to him, momentarily forgetting her own embarrassing situation.

“Tell her the truth before I make that trash bleed to death!” The wizard fumed at the muggle woman.

“Please!” Mrs. Granger begged. “Leave my husband alone.”

Not knowing what else to do, Hermione ran toward the Death Eater who was slowly killing her father. Ron, Harry and Ginny were right on her tail.

Draco Malfoy had no trouble stopping Hermione from reaching the unknown wizard by imprisoning her in his arms.

“Let me go!” Hermione screeched. “Draco, please stop him! He is going to kill my father!”

“Come now, Alec,” Lucius Malfoy drawled in boredom. “I believe you’ve made your point.”

Still holding Hermione’s muggle parents at the wand point, the wizard, Alec, inhaled deeply at least three times before nodding to Lucius. Ever so slowly he brought the muggles back to the ground. The Weasleys as well as Harry were at their side instantaneously.

“Oh my God. Daddy.” Hermione whimpered and too tried to get to her parents. “Let me go!” She told her captor.

“Shush…” whispered Draco in her ear but did not let go of her. Hermione’s back was pressed against Draco’s chest as they watched how the wizards tended to muggles. “If you go anywhere near them, I am certain that Alec would have no problem taking them out of your reach.”

“Ah!” There was suddenly another scream.

“Harry!” Yelled Hermione once she recognized his voice. Her eyes widened when she saw Harry press his fist tightly against his scar. A moment later the air rippled again as another unwelcome guest apparated, situating himself between the Death Eaters and the welcomed guests.
Voldemort

“AHH! Hmm!” Harry fought through the pain caused by the Dark Lord’s proximity, Ginny and Ron instantly by his side.

“Ginny,” roared Hermione. “Your clip...”

Nodding once at Hermione in a tearful understanding, Ginny pulled out a single clip from her hair and wrapped her fingers around Ron and Harry’s wrists. Activating the port key, the trio disappeared.

Hermione had no hard feeling at any of them for leaving her behind. They have practiced this in many of their training sessions. Whoever was closest to Harry at the time of danger, apparated away with him, no ifs or buts about it!

“Not sssssurprising at all.” Voldemort hissed. “Harry Potter had disssssappeared once again. But no matter,” he turned to his fellow Death Eaters. “He wasssss not on my to-do lissssst tonight.” His scarlet eyes gleamed at Hermione who was still in the Slytherin’s embrace. “I sssssee you have collected your trophy, Draco Malfoy.”

“I have, my lord.” Draco granted.

“And you, Alec Rosssssier.” Voldemort asked the handsome Death Eater. “Are you not happy to have your sssssister back?”

“My family could never thank you enough; my lord, as well as the Malfoy family for helping us find our Alice.” Alec replied whole-heartedly.

Turning around, Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. “Would sssssomeone pleassssse explain to me why those parasssssites are sssstill polluting the air I breathe?”

“Don’t you touch them, you disgusting vermin!” Hermione shouted as she once again renewed her struggles to get to her parents.

“Forgive her, my lord.” Draco and Alec said in the same voice, bowing their heads in respect.

The Dark Lord laughed evilly. “She’s a little firecracker, isssssn’t she?” Not waiting for an actual answer, Voldemort addressed Draco and Alec, “You two are going to have quite a time taming thisssss witch.” Voldemort faced Hermione’s blood smearing parents once more. “Now, about thessssse mugglesssss…”

“We thought it would be easier as well as more believable to hear the muggles tell her the truth about her real background instead of hearing it from someone she truly hates, my lord.” Lucius explained.

“Well, go on then.” He pointed his wand at the Hermione’s parents and when they did not answer fast enough for him, he hissed “Imperio,” before commanding. “Tell her the truth.”

And without any hesitation George and Jane Granger told every wizard and witch in the garden how exactly they found Hermione.

“No!” Hermione sobbed hysterically. “Please. This can’t be true.”

“But it isssss true, my dear.” Voldemort hissed merrily. “And for that they have to be punished. Punishment by death.”

“No! No!” Hermione threshed with her whole body to get free.

“And sssssince they are mugglesssss, usssssing more magic isssss too good for them.”

When some of the remaining brave Weasleys tried to intervene, they were put under the Cruciatus Curse from Lucius and Bellatrix’s wands.

“Now, mugglesssss.” Voldemort said sweetly. He was pleased with his followers’ actions. “Walk toward the silverware on that table.” Without a pause, George and Jane Granger walked to the said table. “Pick out the bluntest of knives.” The Dark Lord waited until they complied and then finished the last phrase as though he was talking about the weather. “And finally, I want you to stab these knives into each other’s worthless hearts.”

Without a thought or a fight, the Grangers raised their respective knives over their heads before…

Hermione never witnessed the actual stabbing because Draco turned them away from the horrifying scene. Speechless, Hermione only heard the two thuds; one lighter than the other hit the grass before the blackness consumed her.

Effortlessly picking Hermione’s body up in his arms, Draco addressed Voldemort. “If my lord won’t mind, I would like to take Hermione away. I believe the turn of events were a little too much for her.” He looked down at her unconscious form.

“Leave her and then comeback.” Voldemort allowed. “I am sure you want to be here for the rest of the show.”

“I am sure that we will be able to get through the night without Draco, my lord.” Bellatrix intervened. “Besides, I hate sharing my prey.”

“I sssssuppose you are right, Bella.” Voldemort agreed. “You may take your leave, Draco Malfoy.”
Nodding, Draco disapparated with Hermione in his arms before the Dark Lord had another change of hearts.

TBC...

A/N: Thanx everyone for reading. Please review if you like where this is going so far. The third chapter is half way done. It should be uploaded pretty soon!

P.S. I loved HBP movie! Thought it was the best one yet!