𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍

Chapter 18

Chapter 18: How A Dark Lord is Made, The Ultimate Worst to Happen

"Get the fuck out. Now." Harry's teeth were clenched and Brian looked to Draco. "Don't even think about it. The only reason you're living right now is because I didn't want to ruin our wedding day with killing you." The searing screech and flaming magical burst from Harry's was his wrath and his eyes practically glowed with his rage.

"Cruicio!" Harry yelled as he threw out his hand in pure anger and Brian screamed in horrendous, blazing intense pain before he fell to writhe on the ground. Harry growled and launched himself at Brian taking the two guards with him into the pile. Several punches were landed and several screams from the guests were heard as everyone backed away from the fighting. Harry was taking on three and doing marvelously. Draco gasped feeling light headed and dizzy. He stumbled a step back to trip falling on the ground over a potted plant. Lucius and Louisa were there for him in a flash. With all the excitement, Albus stood and came to magically remove the two guards from their attempts at protecting Brian. Albus removed the pain curse from the suffering muggle as well. It took six Death Eaters to pull a fighting Harry off Brian and he was struggling to get back to beating him into a bloody pulp. Brian stood on his own and backed up wiping the blood from his nose and mouth.

"You will pay for that, you stupid little queer! Face it, Harry, Draco is as good as dead and there isn't a goddamn thing you can do about it. But if you want the vial, here it is." Brian pulled the vial from his pocket and tossed it. Harry reached out to grab the vial and Brian laughed. "Give it to him right now. I'd love to see it." Without a sneering mockery of a laugh, Brian and the six who'd escorted him to the wedding vanished in apparation. The Death Eaters let go and Harry looked at the vial for a few moments. Then he scowled with tears holding the vial to his forehead and wept.

"Is that the MC potion?" Hermione asked quickly. "Harry, is that it?" Severus came quickly to grab the vial and Harry wailed in tears turning to Ron who practically had to hold him up from his weakened grief.

"Yes, this is the MC potion," Severus said gravely looking to Lucius who held an unconscious Draco on the ground but was looking to Severus with hope in his eyes. "Mixed with poison." Ron held tighter onto his anguished friend who cried and was nearly limp with his misery. "There is only one vial left."

"There is another vial, Harry," Hermione said rubbing his back. "Don't worry. McKalb isn't stupid enough to destroy it."

"Draco," Harry cried and then went to his lover who lay on the ground.

"He passed out. And he's burning up with fever," Lucius said. "Did he mention to you anything about a pain in his side? He was holding it."

"Yeah," Harry said. "I keep giving the healing spells for it." Everyone had gathered to see Draco whose nose was beginning to bleed. Harry ripped the edge of his robe and held the cloth to Draco's nose.

"Potter, Pruett said that Draco was as good as dead. Someone wants to kill him? Is there a threat to his life?" Goyle asked. Harry nodded slightly.

"My brother is sick," Louisa said. "Very sick."

"Your brother?" Dohlov the Death Eater asked.

"What's wrong with him?" Crabbe asked. "I noticed he didn't look well."

"It's...he's...it's personal," Harry said dabbing Draco's nose again.