"What do you mean she's gone?" Eleanor's voice echoed through the grand hall, cutting through the hushed whispers of two hundred confused guests. "People don't just disappear on their wedding day!"

Harry stood awkwardly at the altar, his bow tie hanging loose around his neck. The relief he'd initially felt was quickly giving way to concern. Kidnapping wasn't exactly the reprieve he'd been hoping for.

"Mother, please," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Let's take this somewhere ...