Ravenclaw

Chapter 61- Wedding Night Havoc

Song for the chapter: Havana By Camila Cabello

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     "You look beautiful."
       As per weddings, Godric wasn't allowed to see Flaura, so he had to take up residence in the castle, in his office. It wasn't the best office in the entire castle-- that was for the headmaster or headmistress after their time. But it felt as much like home to him, so it would have to do.
       Godric was not staring up at Flaura, impersonating her sister. No, he was staring at the real Rowena Ravenclaw, who had taken-- no stole, his breath without permission. He was now staring, mouth gaping open, stunned at the beauty before him.
       Rowena was wearing what the other guests were required to wear-- either pale pink, white or scarlet red. But the white she wore was of the purest, and it hung on her body perfectly, accentuating all of her curves. There were intricate designs on the dress, on the sleeves as well, and they were glistening silver, and if the light hit her dress, it would shine, glow. Around her neck, and it had a charm (non-magical one, obviously) which was a lion, holding a heart in its paws, and in the heart, a small, black raven, the only thing that wasn't silver.
       Godric stepped forward and took the heart in his hands, smiling down at it. "If only it was really our wedding day," He said softly. "If only..." His voice broke off, and he looked away, his hands dropping.
       Rowena took his large hands in hers and kissed them gently. "If only it was I to be standing at that alter, slipping on the wedding bands--"
       "And having you in my arms, forever." Godric finished, pulling her close and hugging her, stroking her hair. He sighed; it would be alright? Wouldn't it? After all, their great plan was almost in action.
     "It's okay, it will all be okay." He glanced at the sundial in the courtyard-- it was 11:00 in the evening. Godric sighed again and pulled away. He looked into the mirror with a scarlet-golden frame and checked his hair, then his attire. He grumbled-- his bowtie had gotten loose, and it took him forever to tie it!
     Rowena chuckled. She undid the tie before making him face her. Over, under...
     "Finished," She said. Rowena took her cloak of wolf's hide and placed it over her shoulders. She winked before raising her hood, shadowing her face from him. Then, she picked up the snake in its small, tank and she took her leave.
     "See you at the wedding," She said, winking once more before taking her exit.
     She always did leave Godric needing more.

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     "And now, for, the um...  the ritual, of um... blessing?"
     The pastor stepped aside, still fumbling with the piece of parchment he was given, and Flaura Mae, in her sister's disguise, sighed. She wanted her wedding to be something normal, enjoyable... she didn't expect that she'd actually have a snake put around her neck before the 'blessing spell' was put on her. Oh wait, it was put after the selected female made a speech.
Brace yourself, Flaura.
     Music started to play, and Rowena, hidden under her hood, carried the snake ceremoniously down the aisle and to the altar. From afar, Salazar trained his eyes on the snake, whispering words in Parseltounge every time the snake seemed like it was going to jump out of her hands.
     Finally, she reached the altar. Her pulse quickened her breathing became uneven. She stood in between Godric and her sister, and if the hood got pulled back--
     "The snake."
     Her voice rang out. Flaura turned, cameras flashed. The reporters from the local news had come, and they were eager to get as many pictures for the scoop they were going to write-- School Lovebirds.
     "And now, the speech," The pastor said. Rowena stepped forward, turning to face the audience. She can do this, she has to.
     Rowena took a deep breath. "There was this young girl I knew," she started. " She wanted everything, everything that other people had, because she couldn't have it." Rowena gestured to her sister, who, in her form, started sweating nervously. And maybe it wasn't just because of the snake slithering round her neck, still under Salazar's control, who tried not to make it strangle her.
     "And, with perseverance, she got it. She got what she wanted, possibly more," Rowena said, taking her wand out of her dress pocket, signaling that her speech was going to end soon and that the spell was going to be cast soon.
     "But, was it the right way?"
     Confusion was written on everyone's faces, except for the four founders and the real Professor Lilac, who hid in the shadows. "Was it right, to take on a form that wasn't her own?" Ophichus tensed and grabbed his wand.
     "Was it right trying to kill her sister?"
     Flaura, in her sister's disguise, shuddered. "I think it's time to--"
     "Was it right, to have the audacity, to still come to this wedding, pretending to the bride for 8 or 9 months, in order to marry her stupid childhood crush?" Rowena raised her wand. Ophichus and Flaura froze in their spot. Godric, Helga and Salazar took their places in case of an attack.
     "Ladies and gentlemen, this isn't the real Rowena Ravenclaw."
     And with one wave of her wand and words still not deciphered, a piercing scream filled the air, silencing the thundering crowd. Ophichus sprinted forward, but in his usual form. A camera flashed; he cared no longer, nobody did, because they were all staring, horrified, at Flaura Mae wearing the white wedding dress.
     "F-F-Flaura?" Frenn Ravenclaw stammered. Disappointment traced the mother's voice, and she took to holding her husband's hand for support. "This is an complete and utter outrage! W-where is your sister, for Merlin's sake?"
     Ophichus took a surprised and embarrassed Flaura by the arm and whispered in her ear. "We have to go, Flaura, now." But she was frozen to her spot. Because she knew, in the event where something goes wrong, the Resistance would know, but they were to wait until the two were outside. But she couldn't move, she wouldn't move.
     "Don't fret mother," Rowena said under her hood. "I am here."
     She removed the all-too familiar hood. "I am Rowena Ravenclaw, daughter of Frenn and Frederick Ravenclaw, founder of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry, and I prove to all of you here, that my sister, has been impersonating me, for the last 9 months!"
     "We must go," Ophichus said as the crowd shouted in anger, in favour of Rowena. They had to leave now if they wanted to live. Ophichus pulled Flaura along. Her eyes filled with tears as she stared at her younger sister.
     "I'm sorry," She yelled over the voices. Rowena stared back at her with n icy cold glare. Her sister could have avoided embarrassment, revelation, but she just had to do this to herself. Ophichus carried her in his arms and brought her outside as the mob started chasing after them. Credibility of Rowena's speech could wait-- especially since the crowd was starting to drop down like flies.
     "Retreat!"
     The pastor tried to calm the crowd, but to no avail, they ran to the back of the church, trying to get away from the only exit as wizards and witches entered and started killing-- but with spells! What kind of magic was this?
     Rowena, Godric, Helga and Salazar rushed forward, firing their own spells. After Rowena' warning of how no protection could save them, they had to dodge a lot and fire their own spells. The crowd at the back screamed-- they tried going through the small back door-- there wouldn't be enough time to get them all out...
     Helena dashed outside. "I'll get Flaura and Ophichus!" She yelled, and Rowena nodded in acknowledgement as she rolled on her back away from the spell fired, hiding behind a pew. She looked round-- Helga and Salazar hid behind a pew together, Godric was behind her in another row.
     "Stupefy!" She cried, as did Godric, and a wizard fell from his broom because of the force. He lay on the cold marble, still. The three others on brooms and the four on the ground continued firing spells. Only around a third of the people had left...
     "Avada Kedavra!" One of them yelled, missing Helga by an inch, sprouting a crater in the floor. Salazar pushed her out of the way. "Stupefy! Finite Incantatem! Protego!" He fired a string of spells, and another witch fell of her broom.
     "Don't attack Salazar!" Maria and Mrs Slytherin yelled, giving Salazar the opportunity to cast more spells. Katrine Gryffindor had joined the fight, and she crouched behind the pew with Godric.
     "You're marrying into such a crazy family!" She yelled, firing her own Stunning Spells. "Expelliarmus!" Helga cried, disarming the last wizard on the broom while Salazar stunned the other.
     "But I love it!" Katrine finished, and Godric laughed. "Ro, what's the killing spell you said?" He asked. Rowena fired a jet of green light, giving him his answer. "Avada Kedavra!"
     Rowena froze-- she had killed the man who had tried to escape on the broom. Katrine smirked and moved into the line of fire, but still easily avoiding them and casting her own spells.
     "Stupefy!"
     "Expelliarmus!"
     "Avada Kedavra!"
     "Av- ahh!"
     Katrine disarmed Maria and stepped on her wand. Maria screamed, running away into the darkness, Apparating away. The Resistance, or, their small force that was here, was being weakened bit by bit.
     Katrine raised her wand to fire another spell, but stopped once she caught sight of the woman before her. "Stay away from her; this one's mine," the woman named 'Aunt Ra' growled. The remaining three people advanced to take on the four founders while Katrine glared at 'Aunt Ra'.
     "Aurora Gryffindor. Or should I say Lestrange since you're surrounded by family now?"
     "Katrine Gryffindor. At least I don't care such an awful last name," Aurora retorted, and the two began to duel. What was supposed to be deadly fight looked as if the two women were dancing with each other; albeit the deadly spells flying everywhere, only just missing their feet, creating holes in the once pristine floor.
     "Give it up, Lestrange! This is for my husband! Stupefy!" Katrine grunted as the jet of red light flew towards the woman who had killed her husband and split their marriage.
     "Protego! Never, Gryffindor! You're husband was pathetic anyway, he cheated on you, and yet you still love him?!" Then Aurora screeched at the sight of another one of their Resistance members dropped dead on the floor. There was only her, Mariana and the other strong fool who had insisted to follow.
     And Salazar...
     "Stupefy!" Lost in her train of thought, Aurora fell to the floor, stunned. Katrine kicked her side just for good measure. "Retreat!" Mariana yelled, and the man grabbed Aurora and Apparated away. Mariana stayed, looking at her son dead in the eye.
     "Son, let's go!" Mariana narrowed her eyes at Salazar. None of the moved. Katrine had joined the crowd that finally made it to their homes, safe, and she went to make sure that Rowena' parents were alright as well.
     Salazar whispered words in Parseltounge only Helga could hear-- the children. Helga's eyes widened and she nodded. "Percival, too," She muttered, before running to go off through the back door as well. "Stupefy!" Mariana cried, but she wasn't the only one.
     Salazar, Godric and Rowena had their wands pointed at the woman, and they had cast the spell just as she did. Mariana ducked; the spells hit the wall and it exploded. "Just you wait Salazar! You'll pay for this!" She cried as she Disapparated away.
     But by then, it was too late.
     Salazar ran to the still figure of Helga, which lay on the floor, breathing incredibly slow. She was alive, but barely so. "Wake up, my love," Salazar said in Parseltounge. But she didn't-- she didn't do anything.
     "You two go-- see to it that everyone's safe and that my children... my children are alright. I will... I will be here, with Helga." Rowena nodded-- it was best to leave him, after all, they all knew Helga would always be Salazar's no matter what happened. It seemed that only Helga tried not to believe it.
     He cradled Helga in his arms, certainly not caring about his surroundings. There they were, on the floor of the once, stunning church, which was now broken in places, pieces of marble strewn across the floor, and craters varying in sizes revealing the dirt and stone of which the building was built upon. The pews were now crooked and some, broken. The flowers that hung on the ends of each row were scorched, snapped, and all their beauty seemed to be gone. The altar remained intact, though the stairs leading up to it had collapsed, the fine marble wasted. There were cracks along the walls, some more prominent than others, but cracks nonetheless, stretching high up the walls. And the back door was no longer there-- the door had been torn of its hinges by the crowd so eager to leave the ceremony that had become nothing but a disaster. It was just another hole in the wall, but this time made on purpose.
     And yet he sat there, cradling his love in his lap, his tears dripping down, staining his impeccable greenish black suit and Helga's face. "It's all my fault, it's all my fault," he said over and over again. He knew for sure Helga was coming back, of course-- but Salazar lived in the moment. He wanted her to be okay now, to open her eyes and tell him not to worry, like she used to do. But she was asleep now, knocked unconscious.
     "I'm sorry," he whispered again, his heart breaking even more. Soon, there might not even be a heart to break anymore.

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A/N

Hey guys! The long awaited  wedding chapter has arrived! What did you guys think? ;)

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