On her wedding day, Bellatrix wished for nothing more than to be alone.
She wanted the guests to flee from the hall, for her family to slip away from her side, for her groom to leave quietly and never come back.
She stood and pledged herself to Rodolphus, wishing that it was another, greater man beside her.
And if not him, then no one.
On her wedding day, Narcissa felt totally and utterly alone.
Her mother fussed over her silver-trimmed robes, her aunt fastened the pearl choker that encircled her neck, her cousins giggled and gossiped and filled the room with useless noise.
But her sisters were not there. The two people she needed and wanted most in the world and they were not there.
She said the vows, thanked the guests, smiled at the speeches and joined the dances. She surrounded herself with friends and family and acquaintances and unknown but vaguely important guests.
There might as well have been no one.
On her wedding day, Andromeda was alone.
Well, not totally. Ted had a large and boisterous family. They were all unspeakably pleased to meet her, something that they made clear with booming voices and raucous laughter. Ted had childhood friends who clapped him on the back and neighbors who kissed them both on the cheek and Hogwarts classmates who traded inside jokes and memories and who smiled at her politely and warily.
Andromeda sent no invitations. She had no attendants, no one to button her dress or place her veil or fix her makeup.
Andromeda had no one except Ted. And her love for him.
It would have to be enough.