enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 7: Wedding

RECAP:

it is now seventh year. sixth year ended with a cute-ish dralicity scene and then they didn’t talk all summer for obvious reasons. but then bam they met up and they not only talked but they also did a little something else wink wank and then they go back to being ‘enemies’ even though they’re literally not fooling anyone but whatever so then fel’s + nev’s birthdays come around on the day they move harry from the dursley’s house (def not the timeline in the movies but whatever) and fel was a badass bitch who cast this spell that chopped of dolohov’s hand bc idk i guess i was just feelin it that day and then nev goes back home to gran and fel stays at the weasley’s for the wedding. also felicity’s friend from beauxbatons (adelaide thomas) is mentioned in case you forgot who she was bc i did lmfao

Felicity’s POV

The next day was Bill and Fleur’s wedding. I sat with Hermione and Harry in the kitchen, half-heartedly outlining our plan for destroying the Horcruxes. Truthfully, none of us wanted to be talking about that, and by extension, about the end of the world, on the day that was supposed to be the happiest for a while. 

Suddenly unfamiliar footsteps sounded throughout the hall. With a furrowed brow, the three of us stood, expecting to perhaps see an early wedding guest or a schoolmate of ours. We came face to face with the Minister of Magic. 

“Oh,” I said in a tone that was probably not fit for greeting the wizard currently at the head of our government.

Ron followed through the doorway shortly, and he gave us a look that said I smell trouble. Harry spoke first, saying, “To what do we owe the pleasure, Minister?” Rufus Scrimgeour merely gave Harry a cold look. “I think we both know the answer to that question, Potter,” he answered, gesturing for the four of us to sit as if it was his house and not the Weasley’s.

I crammed onto the couch meant for three people max with Ron, Mione, and Harry, casting the Minister an icy look, until he set a bag on the table, along with some sort of covered box I could’ve sworn he didn’t have a moment ago. He sat down across from us, before withdrawing a wrinkled piece of parchment from his bag. “And this is…” Harry ventured, clearly as impatient as I was feeling. The Minister let go of the letter but kept his eyes glued to it as it levitated in between us all. He cleared his throat before reading from the paper. 

“Herein is set forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian dumbledore. First, to Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, a device of my own making, in the hope that, when things seem most dark, it will show him the light.” 

He reached into his bag as he spoke, pulling out a cloth-wrapped item that I supposed was the Deluminator. I peeked past Hermione over to Ron, where he carefully unfolded the Deluminator. It looked like a mix between a flashlight and a lighter, but I knew not to question Dumbledore’s experiments. 

“Dumbledore left this for me?” Ron asked, mystified. After all, Dumbledore had never mentioned this device, or given Ron any indication as to why he would need it. Scrimgeour nodded, murmuring a soft, “Yeah,” as if he, too, was confused about the gadget’s purpose. Ron examined it a moment longer before he said, “What is it?” 

The Minister didn’t answer, so Ron cautiously flicked what appeared to be the top of the device off. Immediately, the two light bulbs in the living room flickered before two orbs of light shot towards the Deluminator. He shut the top once the orbs seemed to be inside the tube, before opening it again and allowing the light to return and flood the room. “Wicked,” Ron breathed.

The Minister continued reading down the list, and my heart was beating fast. Worry? Excitement? Anticipation? All three? 

“To Hermione Jean Granger…”