The bride, Narcissa's hair is neatly pulled up into curls pinned back and decorated with tiny sparkling gems. Fixed firmly in her hair is a gorgeous silver goblin-forged tiara, no doubt a family heirloom. With matching jewelry pieces, the bride most joyfully made her way up the aisle, while her mother separated at the front to take a seat next to Sirsa Prince.
The crowd seats themselves again, while the Bride and Groom face each other beneath a flower arch enchanted with flowers that slowly open and close in continuous bloom. The wedding tent grows utterly silent as an old, wizened wizard official says, "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two souls much like in the days of old."
The old wizard pauses as he takes out four colored gems and reverently places them on the altar. It was to honor the old ways of ages past. In an old unspoken tongue, he says, "
"May the heavens bear witness to this sacred ritual and carry its message to all lands. May the sun warm their hearts, and its ever-burning fire fuel their desire for each other. May the water provide for them from its bounty and comfort their souls with their sounds. And may the land lend its strength to reveal its mysteries."
The crowd is rather solemn as they understand the power of this old vow. The old wizard turns to the bridge and groom. "Speak the ritual vows."
Lucius Malfoy, all fair and handsome in all his glory spoke in an ancient tongue,
"Ye are Blood of my Blood and Bone of my Bone.
I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.
I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done."
Narcissa flushes prettily and gently answers,
"You cannot possess me for I belong to myself
But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give
You cannon command me, for I am a free person
But I shall serve you in those ways you require
and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand."
The old wizard official beams faintly at the bride and groom. "Then by the power invested in me, I declare you both bonded for life." The old, wizened wizard official pointed his wand high over the couple's heads as a shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiraling around their intertwined figures. The guests cheered while the newly wedded couple shyly, but rather passionately kissed before them.
On the front row of the groom's side, Abraxas immediately rose to his feet as did Reginald who stood at Abraxas' side, while Sirsa and Druella on the bride's side did the same. They both went to congratulate the couple as Rowan heard the faint rustle of movement behind her.
Slowly turning her head, out of the corner of her eyes, Rowan catches a glimpse of S.R. Wilkes' parents raising their wands and pointing them forward. The world seemed to slow down in that awful moment as green sparks flew out from one of the wand tips. There is a moment of silence, a terribly long breath before a terrible shout breaks the moment.
"Long live, Lord Voldemort! Salazar Slytherin's true heir!" A shrill voice cried out from amid the crowd.
Whipping her head toward the wedding altar, Rowan's eyes widen upon seeing Abraxas Malfoy dived in front of his son taking the killing curse on Lucius' behalf. Lucius Malfoy let out a cry of shock and horror and fell to his knees cradling the still-warm body of his father's corpse in his arms. At that moment, Lucius looks so terribly young, lost, and confused.
Leaping to his feet, Reginald Prince instinctively returned fire sending a deadly curse at the mother of S.R. Wilkes. A spray of red sparks spirals through the air instantly killing their target. The polyjuiced mother of S.R. Wilkes reverts back to their true form, that of Rabastan Lestrange. With a loud clatter, the body of Rabastan Lestrange bounces painfully onto the carpeted floor as a look of confusion, terror, and surprise can be seen on his face. A second later, a ghastly pallor spreads across his entire body, while his eyes grow dull and lifeless. Rabastan Lestrange is no more.
Time slowed to a second and in that same moment, the polyjuiced father of S.R. Wilkes, Wilkes Sr. maliciously returned fire. Emerald sparks emerge from his wand, the killing curse appears directed at the bride. A triumphant sneer flashes across the polyjuiced Death Eater's face, he knew that the old Prince would never make it in time.
Without hesitation, Reginald returned fire again, but he is unable to shake the most terrible of feelings, unease, a feeling he had long forgotten. It is to no avail as the polyjuiced Death Eater vanished having apparated away just in the nick of time.
At the disappearance of Wilkes Sr. as if in signal, the more devious Death Eaters wisely send one last attack into the crowd before apparating away. Yet many of the Death Eaters are bloodthirsty fiends and take the opportunity to further attack the fleeing guests. Shrill screams can be heard as mothers and fathers tried to protect their children as they flee.
In the midst of the battle, an astray cutting hex slashes straight through the roof of the wedding tent and slices the wedding tent open in half. Bright sunlight pours onto the wedding party, but despite the warmth of the sun pouring inside the tent, all the guests can only feel an awful chill to the very bone.
A determined and rather fanatical Death Eater proudly raised his wand to the sky and screamed out, "Morsmorde!"
An unexpected heaviness and darkness are felt despite the sunny, blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds. The green sparks rise higher and higher into the sky. The emerald sparks explode eerily into the sky like a vile, green mist. A sickly green, morbid, gaping skeleton appears in the sky screaming as a snake emerged from its mouth like a vile tongue.
There is a disconcerting stillness as some guests become transfixed by the haunting imagery, while the remaining Death Eaters seemed to gain a second wind. A barrage of curses intensifies itself as those present on either side of the battle finally ceased to use non-fatal spells and began to really for each other's throats. After all, purebloods tend to know the nastiest of spells.