It was August 1st, 1997.

The day of Bill and Fleur's wedding was to commence today. Everyone found it rather odd to have a wedding at a time like this, but some argued it was to lighten the mood.

The previous day consisted of Harry's birthday, in which he was showered with gifts to celebrate his legality. The Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, paid the Golden Trio a visit, excluding Ellie, to bestow the items of Dumbledore's will. Ron was given the Deluminator, which held the power to douse all lights in the surrounding area. Hermione was given The Tales of Beedle the Bard, a book of wizard-culture fairy tales written in Runes. Lastly, Harry was given Godric Gryffindor's Sword and the first Golden Snitch he had ever caught in a Quidditch match. However, the Sword was withheld, as the Minister claimed it was not Dumbledore's to give.

The reception of Bill and Fleur's was lively, the couple more than thrilled to be with each other. Upbeat music played in the tent where it was held, everyone dancing in their own way.

Ellie stood with Luna, not speaking, but instead enjoying the way she danced, twirling her hands as she spun around freely. Hermione had told Ellie that she was to go ahead and enjoy the reception while she changed.

And there she was. Wearing a beautiful, red dress decorated with ruffles stood Hermione Granger. Ellie took notice, watching as she entered the tent, losing all train of thought at the sight. The Hufflepuff's eyes were lovestruck, in awe at her girlfriend.

Ellie approached Hermione, excusing herself from Luna's presence. Ellie was wearing an olive green dress, with embroidered flower designs and lace.

The music had slowed down, the majority of guests clearing off the dance floor.

"W-wow, my love. You look stunning," Ellie said in awe, making Hermione blush at the compliment.

"You look beautiful as well. Like always," Hermione countered as she hugged Ellie lightly.

Ellie's eyes flickered to another set of eyes feasting on her girlfriend.

"Don't look now, but Ron's staring at you," Ellie mumbled, keeping her voice just low enough for her to hear.

"Don't worry about him," Hermione scoffed as she stuck out her hand to Ellie. "Dance?"

"A little obvious, don't you think?" Ellie grinned, but proceeded to take her hand, Hermione leading them onto the middle of the dance floor. Hermione shrugged her shoulders, obviously not caring what anyone would think, considering the majority of the guests were close family or friends.

Ellie wrapped her arms around Hermione's waist as Hermione rested her wrists on the Hufflepuff's shoulders.

"By the way, you look rather dashing in green. It suits you well," Hermione commented, her eyes trailing over Ellie's body with admiration.

"If I knew you'd be checking me out all night, I would've worn something more revealing," Ellie joked as she let out a laugh.

"Don't tempt me," Hermione warned, though her lips curled into a smile.

They swayed their bodies to the music, taking notice of Hagrid with another woman and a few other adults dancing with each other.

"So... since we are at a wedding... I think it's fitting to talk about ours," Hermione said softly, a smirk toying at her lips.

"Excited now, are we?" Ellie said with a smile as she gazed into her girlfriend's eyes, seeing that she was truly eager.

"So how we should we go about it, then?" Ellie asked.

"Well, I was thinking. Grand ceilings. Beautiful art. Stained glass. Glimmers of gold everywhere. Extravagant architecture..." Hermione started as she began to become immersed in her own imagination.

"I was thinking more smaller... Maybe a wedding in the woods, flowers running down the aisle, thousand-year old trees, and a candle-lit dinner," Ellie opposed.

A smile grew on Hermione's face as she leaned in to kiss her girlfriend, but stopped as she realized they weren't alone. "That'd be perfect."

"We'll invite all our friends and family," Ellie said excitedly.

"Hermione Evans..." Hermione sighed. "Sounds well, doesn't it?"

"I prefer Ellie Granger," Ellie countered. "Besides, I wouldn't want to carry my father's name."

Hermione sighed in disappointment. "Fine, then. But I get to choose our honeymoon."

Ellie chuckled, her eyes gleaming.

"Whatever you please," Ellie agreed, gazing into those honey-brown eyes once more.

It was quiet once more until the lovers were met by a two-redheaded brothers.

"Hellooooo ladies. May we steal a dance?" the twins said in unison, holding their arms out for them to take.

Ellie and Hermione looked to each other with a grin as they shrugged their shoulders, allowing themselves to be whisked away by the brothers.

Ellie took Fred's arm as Hermione took George's. Fred spun Ellie around playfully, making her dizzy. From the corner of her eye, she could see George cracking jokes as Hermione laughed, her smile reaching her eyes in amusement.

Suddenly, a ball of blue light rushed down into the tent, making the guests stumble backwards as they surrounded it. Images began to take shape from the beam of light as a familiar voice spoke.

"The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming. They are coming..."

The light disappeared as fast as it came. A blast of dark smoke entered the tent, wreaking havoc at the reception. Glass was shattered as fire was set to the fabric. Guests began screaming as they took off, some apparating their way out.

Ellie scanned the room frantically for Hermione but couldn't find her anywhere. Her heart started to race as she shoved her way through the crowd. She bumped into Ron who had a worried look on his face.

"Find Hermione!" she ordered to the ginger as she parted ways with him, her eyes desperately searching for a hint of a red dress.

Ellie approached Harry, who was calling out to Ginny, who was fighting off a Death Eater.

"Ginny!" Harry called out.

Ellie and Harry attempted to go to her but were held back by a tall man, scars etched on his face. It was Remus, the man who commented about Bill's steak preference.

"Both of you! Go! Go!"

Harry finally complied, dragging Ellie along with him. He pulled her to meet with Hermione and Ron, who held out their hands for them.

The next few moments went by like a blur. Hermione had apparated the lot of them to the middle of a busy street, barely missing a red bus that was headed their way.

Hermione began to walk quickly through the crowded sidewalk, pulling Ellie by the hand. The boys trailed after them, their faces in complete shock at the events that had just happened.

"Where are we?" Ron asked worriedly.

"Shaftesbury Avenue," Hermione replied hastily. "I used to come to the theater here with Mum and Dad. I don't know why I thought of it. It just popped into my head. This way."

Hermione led the group to turn into a dark and deserted alley. She briefly let go of Ellie's hand to reach for her bag.

"We need to change."

Hermione stopped to the side, sticking her entire arm into the small bag.

"How the ruddy?" Ron asked while Ellie murmured, "What the..."

"Undetectable Extension Charm," Hermione replied as she hastily removed clothes from the bag, placing them into the hands of her friends.

"You're amazing, you are," Ron commented with an impressed smile.

Ellie glared at the boy while Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Always the tone of surprise," Hermione replied simply as rumble of crashing items erupted from inside the bag. "Ah. That'll be the books."

After the quartet had changed into a new set of clothes, they entered a small café on Tottenham Court Road.

Hermione sat next to Ellie, with Ron and Harry seated at the other side. Ellie placed a protective hand on Hermione's thigh, rubbing it over with her thumb.

"What about all the people at the wedding? Do you think we should go back?" Harry asked, his body hunched over the table.

"Hell no," Ellie interjected.

"They were after you, mate. We'd put everyone in danger by going back," Ron answered in a hushed voice.

"Ron's right," Hermione agreed.

A seemingly tired waitress approached the group, her music loud enough to hear from her earbud.

"Ahem. Coffee?"

"A cappuccino, please" Hermione ordered.

The waitress looked to the rest of them with an expectant expression.

"What she said." "Same." "One for me as well."

The waitress turned on her heel, leaving the quartet alone again.

"So where do we go from here? Leaky Cauldron?" Ron asked.

"It's too dangerous," Hermione answered. "If Voldemort has taken over the Ministry, none of the old places are safe. Everyone from the wedding will have gone underground, into hiding."

"My rucksack with all my things, I've left it at the Burrow," Harry said in disappointment.

Both Hermione and Ellie shook their head at him as two men entered the shop.

"You're joking," Harry replied in disbelief.

"I've had all the essentials packed for days, just in case," Hermione added.

"By the way, these jeans, not my favorite," Ron added.

"Oh shut it, Ron. Be glad you have some," Ellie rolled her eyes.

Harry's face grew grave as he stared at the area behind the girls.

"Down!" Harry ordered, ducking his head.

The rest of them followed suit, barely missing a hex as it broke the table into thousands of splintered pieces.

Harry fired a couple of hexes at their enemies, making glass explode everywhere.

Ellie stood from her hiding place to fire a spell at the man, missing by mere inches. Hermione and Ron then stood up together, firing a missed spell. The man fired a spell back at Hermione, with Ellie pulling her back down in safety.

Hermione stood up once more, throwing a full body-bind curse his way. She successfully hit him as his body slumped through the floor.

Suddenly, the back door opened to reveal the waitress with a confused expression on her face.

"Go. Leave," Hermione ordered sternly as the waitress ran back into the kitchen.

The rest of the group stood up slowly as Harry ordered them to lock the door and turn off the lights. Ron used his Deluminator to suck the lights from its source as Hermione used her wand to shut the blinds. Ellie and Harry made their way to the bodies of the two men behind the counter.

"This one's name is Rowle," Harry announced. "He was on the Astronomy Tower the night Snape killed Dumbledore."

"This is Dolohov. I recognize him from the 'Wanted' posters," Ron announced. "So, what we gonna do with you, hey? Kill us if it was turned round, wouldn't you?"

"No, Ron. We can't," Ellie said sternly.

"If we kill them, they'll know we were here," Harry reasoned.

"Ron..." Hermione called out.

"Suppose he did Mad-Eye. How would you feel then?" Ron turned to the girl.

"It's not always about revenge," Ellie cautioned.

"It's better we wipe their memories," Harry suggested.

"You're the boss," Ron agreed as he made his way to the rest of the group.

"Hermione..." Ron trailed as he wiped a smear off of Hermione's cheek, making Ellie tense up. "You're the best at spells."

Hermione stepped forward, giving a wary look to Ron. She withdrew her wand as she incited the spell, drawing away any trace of the quartet from their memories.

"We should get going," Ellie suggested hastily as she ushered the boys out through the back door. Ellie stayed with Hermione in the back, interlacing their fingers together possessively. The Gryffindor looked to the Hufflepuff knowingly, placing a quick peck on her lips, unnoticed by the boys.