Devilish Daughter (A HP musical) DracoxDemonReader

Chapter 36: Wedding Break

"Ready? Together!" Mr, Weasley said. It was the next day, we were preparing for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Well, they were, I was standing off to the side watching them trying to get the tents up. They were struggling for a bit and I huffed before waving my hand causing it to go up perfectly. "Where were you thirty minutes ago?" Fred sighed. "It was entertaining," I smirked, causing his brother to scoff. "Bloody hell, what's the Minister of Magic doing here?" George questioned. We all looked to see the new minister of magic coming towards the burrow, Harry walked up to him and spoke, "To what do we owe the pleasure, Minister?" "I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter," Scrimgeour replied, walking towards the house. "I will suggest bringing Granger, Weasley, and Ms. Morningstar."

We all shared a look then followed after him, the trio sat on the couch while I stood off to the side with Draco. "Would you all say you were close to your former Headmaster?" Scrimgeour questioned. "No," I immediately answered. "Well, despite the fact that neither of you, besides Mr. Potter appears to have been particularly close to their recently deceased Headmaster, he saw fit to remember you all in his will," Scrimgeour replied. He took out a few papers and read from them. "Herein is set forth in the Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, a device of my own making, in the hope that -- when things seem most dark -- it will show him the light." Ron took the device and spoke, "Woah, what is it?"

"Click it and find out," I spoke. Ronn hesitated then clicked it causing the light from the lamp to go to it, when he clicked it again it returned. "Bloody hell,: Ron smiled lightly. "To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive," The minister added before handing Hermione the book. "To Harry James Potter, I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill." The minister took out the snitch and handed it to Harry then spoke, "And to Y/n Morningstar, I leave this compass puzzle with a very valuable piece of jewelry inside. Use it wisely... or it will be your demise." "Charming," I said sarcastically, taking the golden compass. I waved my hand over it, but nothing happened.

I kept trying and trying, but nothing. "It can't be opened with magic," Scrimgeour told. "So, the solution is you to find out." "Okay, that's kinda cool," I admitted, putting it away. "That's it then?" Harry questioned. "Not quite. Dumbledore left you a second bequest: The Sword of Godric Gryffindor," Scrimgeour informed. "Unfortunately, the Sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore's to give away. As an important historical artifact, it belongs-" "To Harry! It belongs to Harry," Hermione interjected. "It chose him! It came to him in the Chamber of Secrets when he most needed it!" "The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor, Miss Granger," Scrimgeour corrected. "That does not make it that wizard's property and in any event the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown."

"Excuse me?" Harry questioned in disbelief. "The sword is missing," The minister told. "I won't pretend to be your friend, Mr. Potter, but I assure you I'm not your enemy." "Forgive us, but the last minister sold his soul to her brother to make office," Draco interrupted. "I find that quite believable," Scrimgeour spoke. "People are finding out about you, Morningstar, we don't know how but word is getting around about what you are. I suggest you stick with these people, they'll keep you safe." "I don't need protecting, they can't touch me," I replied. "Doesn't matter, with this war, we don't know what to expect," Scrimgeour said, getting up as he packed his things. "I suggest you solve that puzzle, it might be useful." I looked down at the compass and sighed as he left.

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It was night time already, people were joining in on the wedding. I was outside of the tent, trying to figure out the stupid puzzle. "You won't get anywhere if you just guess," Remus said, walking up to me. "I heard that most puzzles are solved that way," I replied. "Really?" Lupin spoke. "No, just thought it's better than doing nothing," I sighed. "Well, there is a wedding going on inside there and your boyfriend is sitting alone at a table waiting for you to walk through the door," Lupin reasoned. "I'm going to a wedding, not marrying him," I corrected. "What have I told you?" Lupin questioned. "To live in the now," I answered. "And now is a day of celebration," Remus said, turning me to look at Draco. "You love him and he's waiting, I suggest going. Besides, if you're going to be the godmother of my child, I want someone there to help you."