Nightmare (Harry Potter OC Fic)

36. Party Crashers

Although neither of them was in the mood to celebrate anything, Tiberius and Kei were meant to report to the Burrow again to guard the Weasley Delacour Wedding. Once they had gotten ready, Kei saw how reluctant Tiberius was to go back to that place after the events of last week.

"We should go," Kei mumbled, nervously playing with the charm bracelet on her wrist.

"I know," he frowned.

Hand in hand, they both apparated into Ottery St Catchpole and took the short walk to the Burrow as there was an Anti Apparation ward around the property not allowing them to go directly there. They walked to the house to see Ron, Fred, and George standing outside of the large white marquee, in the middle of the orchard, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the wedding guests. There was another Weasley looking bloke standing next to the trio and Kei gave the boy a titled smile; they knew it was Harry Potter in disguise. Harry seemingly had taken a large dose of Polyjuice Potion and was now the double of a random redheaded Muggle boy from the local village.

All four of them were clutching seating plans. George took it upon himself to show Tiberius and Kei to their seats near the entrance of the tent where a majority of the Order members would be seated for the ceremony. Soon enough, Remus and Tonks showed up just a while after, just in time for the start of the wedding. The entire ceremony was beautiful, as was the reception afterwards.

In hopes of lifting Tiberius' spirits, Kei pulled him away from the table he was seated at and forced him to dance with her.

"Frankie, no," Tiberius groaned.

"Reese's, c'mon! Dance with me," she laughed.

The pair laughed as they danced, forgetting about the war at hand or the sad hand that they'd been dealt. Tiberius accompanied Kei to many dances despite his reluctance to continue.

"I don't think I'll ever dance like this again," Kei sighed in awe.

"Not even at your own wedding?" Tiberius mused.

"Hm, if I ever do, I'll probably have a dance with you and whoever my wife may be."

Tiberius gave Kei a sad smile as she looked longingly at the Sweetheart table towards the back of the marquee. He knew they were dreaming of the girl who had betrayed them.

"And you," she continued. "Gerald had some sense in his words— Vic will find you once more and you both'll be together."

"Frankie. . ." he warned.

"All I know is I best be the maid of honour like in the movies," she laughed.

Before Tiberius could respond, something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance floor. Graceful and gleaming, the lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers. Heads turned, as those nearest, it froze absurdly in mid-dance. Then the Patronus's mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

Everything seemed fuzzy and slow, reality set back in. Many people just realized something strange had happened; heads were still turning toward the silver cat as it vanished. Silence spread outward in cold ripples from the place where the Patronus had landed. Then somebody screamed.

Instantly, Tiberius and Kei stood guard, preparing for the worst. Guests were sprinting in all directions; many were Disapparating; the protective enchantments around the Burrow had broken. Kei screamed as something grabbed ahold of their arm, cloaked and masked figures apparating from black smoke in the crowd. Jinxes and hexes were being thrown all over the tent.

"Franklin, we have to do our job," Tiberius shouted.

Kei fought valiantly against the incoming Death Eaters, binding and hexing the intruders in an instant. She, Tiberius, Tonks, and Remus raised their wands and shouted "Protego!" as cries echoed on all sides in fear of the inevitable.

Looking around the tent, Kei could only see the incoming Death Eaters burning the cloth and sending Killing Curses to the people around them. Harry and his friends were nowhere in sight, probably having escaped already, but the chaos didn't stop.

"Tiberi— you," Kei bellowed.

The Death Eater stopped in their tracks, in a trance seeing their old friend. Rage fueled Kei's motives— the past deaths, the betrayal, and the hurt.

"Padawan," he gasped.

"No, don't you dare!" She shouted, throwing her hex at him.

Vic looked as if he didn't know what to do.

He ran.

He turned and ran to the witch that had just thrown a red lit hex before grabbing her wrist and disappearing.

"You– You— Argh!"

Kei continued to duel Death Eaters and help out their fellow Order members until they'd won. Tiberius was standing alongside Tonks, panting as they were completely exhausted from the invasion. The entire wedding had been ruined, scrubs and trees burning around the marquee, glass tables and decorations smashed into the grass, chairs splintered and destroyed— the entire reception was a mess.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Kei seethed.

"You very well know what that was," Remus said, not turning to look at them.

"And Harry? Ron? Hermione?" Molly asked in a tizzy.

Arthur sighed, "gone. But safe."

Fleur had been crying, holding onto her newly wedded Husband in comfort. Her dress was charred, hair dishevelled, and completely upset with the events. She wasn't the only one. Kei had seen Vic in the mess of the battle, she had nearly hexed him out of rage— and she was terrified of telling Tiberius she had seen him. Not only had she seen her best friend's soulmate, but also barely saw Gina. They were there.

Vic and Gina fought against them at the wedding. As Death Eaters. Although Kei was certain she had seen Gina at Hogwarts in June, it wasn't certain, but she was certain she'd seen them then.