𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 | g. w

32. wadleigh, waclawski, weasley

(Author's notes: Remember, in this story Luna's already been kidnapped and taken to Malfoy Manor, meaning she's not at the wedding)

I don't think I've ever been more scared in my life.

Everything happened so quickly. One second, I was dancing in George's arms, feeling his body pressed up against me, his breath hot against my skin; and the next, I was thrown onto the ground, fumbling for my wand. Now, people are screaming around me, calling out for their loved ones and Disapparating out of thin air. I can barely make out the darkened silhouettes of Death Eaters scanning the crowd for something. I know they are probably looking to catch Harry, but I can't help but feel as if they are about to destroy everything I've ever held dear while attempting to find him.

"George!", I scream, choking on a terrified sob. "Fred! Alfie!"

I feel a momentous sense of relief upon making out the sound of Alfie's raspy voice, screaming my name, but that all changes the second I realise I have no idea where Fred or George have disappeared to. In a state of utter disbelief and sheer panic, I stumble my way towards my best friend, clinging to him like a drowning man to a life buoy, my eyes stinging with tears. I sob into his neck, heaving for air. "Alfie. Did-did you see them? Did you see where they went?  I'm freaking out. I lost him, Alfie. He was there, and then he wasn't. What do I do? Tell me what to do!" I can't breathe properly, my head was spinning and I am more confused then I've ever felt before. My vision is fading, and I feel nauseous, probably only minutes away from passing out.

"I—" Alfie starts, but I can very well tell that he has just as little control of the situation as I have, and that freaks me out even more. I tug at his arm, hoping he has a better idea of what to do, but anyone could see he is just as perplexed as I am.

"Fred! George!" I keep screaming, praying to any kind of higher power to help us find them. I feel my throat constrict and my voice grow hoarse. There is little of it left, if any, and still I couldn't care less. I need to find them, even if that means screaming their names until I see black.

"Mia—", Alfie starts, placing his hands on my face in an attempt to calm me down. I'm still breathing heavily, probably in the middle of a panic attack. "I'm sure they're fine. They probably went looking for us, or thought we got away and Disapparated someplace safe. Don't worry, it's all going to be fine." He holds me tight, as if he's afraid I'll get pulled away. I feel his heartbeat through his shirt and he's breathing just as heavily as me, but it's clear he's trying to put up a brave front.

He always used to be the one I could trust to think rationally about things. To stay back and stay relatively calm, observing the situation before acting.

This time however, I can see through his facade even more clearly. He's afraid, and he has every right to be.

"Come on, let's go." He pulls me through the crowd of panicked wedding guests. However, before he even has the opportunity to Disapparate us both away someplace safe or find somewhere to hide, I'm knocked down onto the ground by something hard. Or rather, someone. I watch as Alfie gets pulled away by some Death Eater, and in a frantic state I try to get back up onto my feet. Feeling unsteady and with no luck at all, I realise quickly I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

"Hey there gorgeous."

His voice is dark and he speaks with a broad Cockney accent. I can hear the grin in his voice and venom as he spits his words, malice running off his tongue when he addresses me.

"Where were you running off to just now?" he asks with a snarl, pointing his wand in my face. When I turn my face to look up at him, I realise he's one of Voldemorts men. A Death Eater. He looks to be about the same age as Arthur Weasley, but I'm sure the darkness has aged him even more. He smiles down at me, or more like grins, and I feel my body shake from the fear.

"You going to find you're blood traitor boyfriend?" he spits. "What's his name again, Wadleigh? Waclawski?" He's chuckling, and my blood curdles. I'm scared, terrified even, but at the same time, I can't help but feel angry. How dare he bring up the Weasleys?!

"It's Weasley. And they're not blood traitors. They're the most kind, selfless and loving people I've ever met."

The Death Eater let's out a chuckle I could very well go my whole life without hearing. "Oh? You're a feisty one, aren't you? Well, you're about to find out what happens to those who attempt to oppose the Dark Lord."

I close my eyes when he raises his wand even higher, in fact I close them so hard I can see muddled patterns behind my lids. It almost hurts, and for a second or two, I'm sure he's going to kill me. But when no curse leaves his mouth, I open my eyes once again, and I realise the Death Eater's been stunned. He's on the ground next to me, his wand nowhere to be found.

I look up to find Alfie standing there, smiling with his arm stretched out.

"You okay?".

(...)

Alfie is a muggle born. He's parents are awful despite it, and I've always been afraid for him when it comes to his home situation. Scared that they'll hurt him to the point where he's no longer recognisable, both physically and mentally. I suppose that's the main reason as to why I've always been so protective of him, even if he keeps promising us he's fine when I'm sure he's not.

Due to him being a muggle born, I've been trying time and time again to convince him he needs to go into hiding. Voldemort and his followers are kidnapping and torturing muggles, even going so far as to have them murdered, meaning I'm more than scared for his life. I love him, he's my best friend, and I couldn't possibly stand to lose him.

I guess it took the Death Eaters crashing Bill and Fleur's wedding for him to finally realise the danger he's in.

Which brings me to this very moment. The moment he grabbed my hand and Disapparated us both out of there.

"You okay?" he repeats as we land on solid ground once more. My head's still spinning and this time, I'm absolute certain I'm going to throw up.

"Y-yeah" I croak out, "Just give me a moment."