*TW: Depictions of abusive relationship*
Two more weeks have passed and I have never been happier. I love Amycus with my whole heart. I'm pretty sure that if he every left me, I would just die. He is the reason I live, and I would do anything for him. The full moon passes, and I manage to hide my issues from Amycus. I have a feeling that he would not approve of me being partially lycanthrope.
It's a surprisingly nice day in early March, and Amycus decrees that we should have a picnic lunch in the back garden. I excitedly prepare a basket for us, making sure to only include things that I know he likes. I'm getting better at pleasing him.
As the weak late-winter sun shines down, I spread a blanket on the ground under the freshly budding trees. Teddy sits down, pointing and yelling at a bird on a branch above. I sit down as well, smoothing my skirt as I wait for my beloved to join us.
After about a half hour of waiting, he finally does. I jump up, throwing myself into his arms and kissing him deeply. He chuckles, gripping my waist so tightly that it will probably bruise. He just loves me so much.
Once he sits down, I serve him his food. The man of the house gets served first. I learned that my second day here. The mark on my cheek was a good reminder.
I don't eat very much, he worries I'll lose my figure if I do. He's probably right. I don't play quidditch anymore so I don't need to eat like an athlete anymore.
When we're done, I pack up the mess, knowing I'll have to have all the dishes clean before dinner. He likes the house neat at all times.
"Hazel, my love?" He places a hand on my arm, pulling my eyes to his.
"Yes?" I smile at him, butterflies in my stomach.
"I have something to ask you."
"Oh?" My cheeks pinken as I dare to hope. It's only been three weeks since I arrived, but it's been the best three weeks of my life.
"Will you marry me?" He asks, pulling a golden band from his pocket. Happy tears fill my eyes as I hold out a shaking hand for him to slip the ring on my finger.
"Yes! Absolutely yes!" I squeal, kissing him happily. "Teddy! You're getting a dada!"
The baby just spits at me.
"That means he's happy." I assure my fiancé. He gives the baby a cool look before turning back and kissing me again.
"I hope you don't mind, but I've picked a date." He says, running his hands through my hair.
"Not at all. When? I'm so excited to be your wife." I place little kisses along his neck, earning a pleased chuckle.
"How does in three day sound?" He asks, and I gasp.
"Three days!" I squeak, eyes wide. "But that's so little time! We won't have enough time to get everything ready."
"I just want to do something small with you and Teddy. We don't need a whole big thing. As long as you're there, then it will be perfect." He murmurs, but I frown.
"I want my friends to be there." I protest, pulling back slightly.
"No!" Amycus growls, grabbing my chin, fingers digging into my jaw. "I won't have my wedding full of this mudbloods and blood traitors."
"But," I try to argue, but the crack of his hand across my face cuts me off.
"Don't be ungrateful. You're lucky I'm willing to marry a single mother like you. Lucky I'm willing to be a father to a kid that isn't mine." He hisses furiously. "Not many men would be willing to tie themselves to a scarred woman who sold herself to a death eater traitor."
A defense of Snape rises in my throat, but dies before it reaches my lips. Instead I apologize.
"I'm sorry. You're right." I whisper, dropping my head.
"Oh, my love." He sighs, scooping me into his lap. "I'm so sorry you got yourself all upset. I don't like it when you're sad."
"I'm fine." I try my best to smile at him, and he frowns in return.
"Why don't you and Teddy clean up and head inside. I'll see you at dinner when you're in a better mood." He dumps me off his lap and stalks off to do whatever it is he does. I know better than to ask now. A good girlfriend doesn't pry. A good fiancé. Soon to be wife.
***
I pull the flows white dress over my head, watching as the fabric floats to settle around my ankles. Today is my wedding day. I adjust the dress over the frilly lace undergarments that Amycus selected. I feel like I should be nervous, but I'm not. It would be concerning, but I know that I can't live without him. I'd do anything for him.
I pick up the bouquet off the bed, taking a moment to sniff the buds. Again, a strange sense of familiarity washes over me. Why do the flowers smell like home? I don't get it? They smell like safety, longing, and somehow a hint of sadness. Tears well in my eyes, missing whatever it is I smell, but can't put my finger on.
A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts.
"It's time." Amycus calls through the door. I brush aside the feelings and clip the veil on. I can ponder that later. Right now I need to get married.
My future husband is waiting for me in the living room, accompanied by a man I've seen before, but don't know. I smile brightly at my groom, gliding across the floor to take his outstretched hand. He grips it tightly, and if I didn't know better, it would feel threatening. But I know it's just because he loves me.
I find is hard to focus on whatever words are being spoken by the stranger, constantly getting lost in the eyes of my beloved. I am breifly pulled from my staring to recite my portion of the vows. When Amycus says his, I cry with happiness.
At last, it is time for the final and most important step. Now this isn't done at most weddings anymore, as it has been fatal in the past, but we are preforming it at ours. The Unbreakable Vow.
"Hazel, repeat after me." The man tells me, waving his wand over our clasped hands. "I, Hazel Taylor."
"I, Hazel Taylor."
"Vow to love and serve Amycus Carrow."
"Vow to love and serve Amycus Carrow."
"I belong to him completely, and devote my life to his happiness."
"I belong to him completely, and devote my life to his happiness."
"Until death claims one of us."
My voice shakes as I complete the last line. "Until death claims one of us."
The magic binds sink into our skin, locking in my vow.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife!" The man announces, "You may kiss the bride."
Amycus sweeps me into a deep kiss, bending me back before I can question his lack of vow. All argument fades from my mind as I fall into marital bliss with my husband.
Mrs. Hazel Carrow.
Who would have thought?
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*shudders with disgust*
I hate Carrow so much.
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