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|| WEDDING || CHAPTER 38
IT WAS A COLD, CLOUDY DAY AT Malfoy Manor, the tall, old building standing in the distance, hiding a secret. The wizarding world was in chaos, but today was different.
Today was for Tom and Nyx.
They had decided to get married in the most private way possible—no large ceremony, no crowds, just a small, intimate gathering with the people they trusted most.
The manor was quiet, only the sound of wind whispering through the trees. Inside, the room was lit with soft candlelight, casting shadows on the stone walls.
The only sounds were the crackling fire and the quiet murmurs of the few people present.
Nyx stood by the altar, dressed in a simple, elegant black gown. Her dark eyes gleamed with excitement, and her hair fell in soft curls.
It wasn't the typical wedding dress, but it was perfect for her. The gown had silver runes woven into the fabric, old magical symbols for protection.
She wasn't just marrying Tom—she was joining him in power, in magic.
Tom stood across from her, tall and strong in his black robes. He was calm, collected, as always, but there was a softness in his eyes that Nyx had learned to recognize.
This moment meant more to him than anything else.
"Are you ready?" Abraxas Malfoy asked quietly. He was the closest friend they had, and he had been there through it all.
Nyx smiled and nodded. "I've never been more ready."
The officiant, an old wizard who had served the Malfoy family for generations, raised his wand and began the ceremony. The words were ancient, old magic flowing through them.
This wasn't just any wedding—it was a binding, a promise made with magic, a union that would last forever.
The officiant spoke, his voice steady and strong. "Tom Riddle and Nyx de Martel, do you bind your souls together in this eternal union, beyond life, beyond death, and beyond time?"
Tom's voice was firm as he replied, "I do."
Nyx smiled, her eyes locked on his. "I do."
A wave of magic filled the room, making the air feel thick with power.
The officiant raised his wand and a glowing symbol appeared between them.
It was a sign of their union—binding them together in ways that no one could break. It disappeared just as quickly as it had come, leaving only the quiet hum of magic in the air.
The ceremony was brief but powerful. No big speeches, no promises of forever.
Their actions had already spoken for them and this was simply a formalization of what they already knew: they were united.
After the officiant pronounced them married, they kissed.
It wasn't a passionate kiss, but a quiet one. A kiss that said everything.
When they pulled away, Nyx smiled and said softly, "You've never looked so proud."
Tom's lips twitched into a small smile. "I'll save the grand displays for later."
Nyx laughed softly. For once, it felt like the weight of the world was just a little bit lighter.
Later, the small group of friends gathered in a quiet room. There were no grand celebrations, no loud music—just a small, peaceful meal shared among those who mattered most.
Abraxas, ever the jokester, raised a glass. "To the couple who will rule the wizarding world," he said with a grin.
Rodrick, who had been quietly watching, added, "May your children be even more dangerous than you."
Damien smiled warmly, his eyes soft. "To you both. May your lives together be full of power and love."
As the night continued, Nyx and Tom sat together, content in each other's presence. There was still a war to fight, still a world to control, but for now, they had each other, and that was enough.
Their wedding was small, quiet, but powerful—a symbol of their love and their future. Nothing else mattered.
