fade into you || d.m

carpe diem

A song for the chapter: I Know It's Over - Jeff Buckley

Elwia looked at her reflection in the mirror, brushing her fingers through her dark red hair.

"Do you have any hairstyles in mind? My mum..." Hermione asked, slightly clearing her throat, then continued, "She taught me how to do different braids and updos, et cetera." Hermione finished her sentence and zipped up the zipper of Elwia's grey dress.

"When the war is over and we win, I'm sure you can find your parents and give them back their memories. And I'll probably wear my hair down, but thank you, Hermione." Elwia answered with a smile, gently flowing around in her knee-length dress.

"You seem positive about us winning." Hermione sniffed, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

Elwia shrugged her shoulders and said, "Maybe I'm just trying to fool myself, but I really do want to believe that we're going to find these horcruxes and destroy Voldemort."

"I hope so as well." Hermione nodded her head and left the bathroom.

Elwia looked at herself for a few more seconds before she picked up her wand and pointed it at her hair, muttering out a spell. After that, she walked into her room and opened her jewellery box, wanting to add some finishing touches to her look.

The raven-haired girl was just about to leave when she heard a sudden ticking noise coming from the table. Confused, she turned around and saw Dumbledore's broken pocket watch moving its taller hand frantically at something. It was pointing at Elwia's small bag, the one she had packed all her essential belongings in.

"What do you want? Huh?" Elwia frowned and picked up the pocket watch, which was still pointing its hand at her bag. "Do you want me to take my bag with me to the wedding?" She chuckled, finding it amusing that she was taking orders from a broken pocket watch.

But to Elwia's surprise, the second she grabbed her black bag, the pocket watch quieted down. "And may it point to what she does not know that she might need." Elwia repeated the sentence that had been in Dumbledore's will. Why would she need her bag at the wedding?

Elwia didn't question it any longer and left with her bag in hand, putting both the pocket watch and her wand there.

Harry was waiting for Elwia at the bottom of the stairs, glancing at the watch on his wrist when his sister came beside him.

"Your hair..." Harry's eyes widened when he looked up, surprised to see that Elwia's hair colour had changed again.

"I figured it was better to go back to my own hair colour. All the Death Eaters have probably been instructed to look for a red-headed girl anyway." Elwia answered, touching her wavy, raven-coloured hair with her fingers.

"Good thinking." Harry nodded and began walking towards the tent with his arm looped through Elwia's.

Right before the entrance to the tent, Elwia noticed the snitch flying in the air in front of Harry. "Any idea why Dumbledore left you that?" Elwia asked when Harry grabbed the snitch and put it in his pocket.

"None." Harry shook his head with a sigh as they entered the tent, both of them feeling slightly overwhelmed from the amount of things that were happening: people dancing, champagne glasses filling up themselves, unfamiliar faces, and the singing.

Fleur and Bill had done their vows and 'I do' moment privately, wanting a calm, intimate moment for themselves. But Elwia knew that if Apolline was still alive, the ceremony would've been open, and she would've walked Fleur down the aisle. They often spoke of it, the three of them; Apolline walking them down the aisle once it was their time to get married.