Hey guys,
I'm back and I've a very very important question to ask. This is very important for future chapters of my story so I hope you guys comment you thoughts. Please.
So my question is, do you guys want me to continue this story with the next generation of Nortons, Potters, Malfoys and Weasleys or do you think it would be okay to end this here? I want your opinions on this. So please comment your thoughts.
Lots of love from you Author.
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Six years later
Theodore marched down the Ministry office, straight towards the head office of the Ministry of Magic. Some of the people walking by him greeted him, but he didn't have any time to stop. He was furious and extremely worried. The people parted to make way for him as soon as they saw the look on his face. He burst through the office door and looked at the Ministry of Magic.
"Tell me it's just a rumour."
Kingsley looked up from his desk, his eyes tired, and his clothes looked slightly disheveled as if he hadn't slept in days.
"I wish," Kingsley said wearily, rubbing his eyes.
"So Stormy really –" Theodore stared at Kingsley wide-eyed.
"Escaped, yes," Ron, who was sitting on the chair opposite Kingsley, confirmed.
"F*CK!" Theodore cursed loudly. He didn't even notice Ron before, but now that he did, he realized Ron looked equally bad, if not more disheveled and tired.
"Close the door, Nott, this needs to be confidential for now," Kingsley ordered with authority, and Theodore complied.
"How did it happen? I thought she was imprisoned in the most secure cell of Azkaban," Theodore said, dropping into the other chair in front of Kingsley's desk.
"She was. I personally made sure of that," Kingsley answered. "And honestly, escaping from there would have been impossible."
"Yet, she did," Theodore added sceptically.
"Yet, she did," Kingsley agreed. "We still do not know how."
Theodore cursed again before asking, "When did it happen?"
"Last night," Ron answered. "I still believe she had outside help."
"But Ron, with the Dementors high alert outside her cell, no sane person could have made even 100 meters near that cell, let alone help her," Kingsley spoke tiredly as if he had already had this conversation with Ron.
"But she did escape," Theodore pointed out and Kingsley sighed.
"Yes."
"So we need to be out looking for her," Theodore looked exasperated. "Why did you call me here?"
"I was looking for her before I was called in as well," Ron complained as well.
Even with Kingsley's open offer to make all the participants of the Battle of Hogwarts into Aurors, very few joined the Ministry as Aurors. Among them was Ron, who saw this as his best opportunity, Adrian, who wanted to follow in his late father's footsteps, Irene, Chris's classmate from Hufflepuff, and Theodore, who always wanted to join but didn't have the courage before Chris almost forced him to apply. Chris's hunch was right too, as after three years of training, Theodore, along with Ron, became high-ranking Aurors very quickly. And to Theodore's surprise, despite some Ministry employees' protest, Kingsley actually trusted him and in his abilities. Soon, with his good work, Theodore also earned respect from many of his colleagues.
"I have already sent a few alerts and have many Aurors searching for her. But I need both of you to be on a different task," Kingsley explained. "Right now, our main goal is keeping Chris safe. We all know who Stormy's target would be. You both are close to Chris, so you can protect her without raising suspicion."
"Without raising suspicion? You mean you don't want to tell her about this danger?" Theodore asked, shocked. This was a very bad idea. Even though Chris was a Muggle now, she deserved to know if her life was in danger. Theodore was about to argue when Ron spoke up.
"He asked me not to tell Harry as well."
"And you are ok with it?" Theodore asked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"It's their wedding tomorrow, mate," Ron said, trying to smile, but it was clear he was equally worried about Chris.
"Right, the wedding," Theodore heavily slumped back on the chair. It had completely slipped his mind when this Stormy thing came up. It was Harry and Chris's wedding tomorrow. Ron was the Best Man while Ginny and Luna were the bridesmaids. They had been planning this wedding since Harry proposed to Chris six months prior, and they were overjoyed. They didn't deserve to get their wedding ruined like that. But –
"But it's a matter of life and death, what if something goes wrong when we are not with her?" Theodore ran his hand through his hair. "We can't both be with her all the time. We need to inform at least one of the girls. Does Hermione know?"
"No, she is on maternity leave and let her be for the moment," Kingsley said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And don't worry, you two aren't the only ones on duty to protect her. I have already informed Aurelia. She would be with Chris every moment to make sure nothing goes wrong. Look, I am aware that the right thing as the Minister of Magic would be to inform and alert her immediately. Relocate her, hide her, and her father until we find Stormy, but I have seen too much of her life. After everything that girl had gone through, she deserves a happy wedding day, and it's our job to give her that day. We can tell her after that."
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Chris knew she was being watched.
But she dismissed the thought as wedding jitters. She was too happy to think about it.
She and Harry were about to get married, and that was all that mattered to her in that moment.
Even the proposal was perfect for Chris. Harry proposed to her when he told her that he was buying the house next door to the Nortons', just so they could stay close to Chris's father, without living in the Norton house.
At first Chris thought Harry was asking Chris to move in with him, which Mr. Norton would not have liked despite being the cool Dad, but then Harry pulled out the ring and Chris cried.
They were each other's forever.
"I will admit green doesn't look half-bad on me," Ginny said as she admired herself in the bridesmaid's dress.
"Gin, your Quidditch uniform is green," Chris chuckled as she came up behind her.
"O My God!" Ginny's eyes widened when she saw Chris in her Wedding dress. She was wearing a long, creme flowy gown with a long train behind along with a white veil on the back of her head with flowers on her hair. "You look . . ."
"Exceptional?" Luna supplied grinning.
"Georgeous?" Colin suggested.
"Perfect," Ginny finished, almost tearing up. "You look perfect."
"Thanks, guys," Chris smiled, her eyes getting misty too. "Though, do not make me cry yet. You guys look absolutely beautiful, too."
Chris smiled at her friends, who got dressed up in light green: Ginny wore a long sleek green dress while, Luna wore a cute sundress and Colin wore a green suit. Even though Colin couldn't be a bridesman, Chris wanted him to match with Ginny and Luna and stand with her for her special day.
Harry and Chris were last to get married among their friends. First, Hermione and Fred got married after Hermione became the Head Secretary of the Minister of Magic. Ginny and Draco were next, despite the protest of the Weasley family and Draco's father, which led to Ginny and Draco threatening to cut their families off completely. However, eventually the Weasleys and Draco's mother came around. Though, Draco's dad, Lucius Malfoy didn't attend the wedding (he actually did, he hid in the shadows and watched them from outside, only Chris saw him). After that, just earlier this year, Colin and Luna got married.
"Yes, you all do look perfect," Aurelia smiled at them.
It was just before the ceremony was about to start and Chris just wanted to be with her friends before she had to walk down the aisle with her father but Aurelia insisted to stay with Chris, to make sure to handle any last minute wardrobe issues, at least that was what she told Chris.
And honestly, Chris didn't mind. Aurelia always had been a mother figure to her and she was glad Aurelia was with her.
But today Chris couldn't shake off the feeling that Aurelia's smile look strained as if something was bothering her.
Chris was about to ask her what was wrong but a knock on the door stopped her.
"Chris, it's time."
[To be continued]