Chapter 4 : Asking For Permission
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A few days later, Ginny’s ring was still burning a hole in Harry’s pocket. It was not that he did not want to ask her, it was simply the fact that he did not have the nerve to ask her parents for the permission.
He could not just ask them in front of the whole family, because that would be embarrassing. Suddenly, he had an idea. He would ask them if there were a way for him to talk to them about a personal matter in private. Yeah, he would do that. It would not be half-embarrassing.
He looked up and saw that he, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Ginny’s parents were the only ones left at the table. The other Weasley boys either had gone home, or had gone upstairs to go to bed
“Um, Mr. Weasley, may I speak to you and Mrs. Weasley about a personal matter in private? It does not have to be right now. It can be whenever you have time.” As Harry said this, he felt himself go red.
“Of course, Harry.”
“We will have time after Ron, Ginny, and Hermione either goes upstairs or they go outside.”
“You know, girls, I do believe they are trying to get rid of us. Is it not nice?” Ron asked Ginny and Hermione.
“We will go outside and play around with the Quaffle for a while. Please let us know, when you want us to come back in,” said Ginny, as she looked between her parents and her boyfriend.
“Do not worry, dear. We will,” said Mrs. Weasley.
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny went outside. As soon as they were gone, Harry began to get nervous again. He had no idea how he was going to ask Mr. and Mrs. Weasley for their permission to marry their one and only daughter.
“Now, Harry, what was it you wanted to talk to us about?” Mr. Weasley asked.
“I do not really know how to say what I want to say, so I guess I will just come out and just tell you what is on my mind. As both of you know, the last couple of years, Ginny and I have become closer. In fact, I have fallen deeply in love with her, and I do not want to spend another moment without her by my side. Therefore, I was just wondering if I could have your permission to ask your daughter to marry me.”
At first, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat there, as if they were in shock. Then, all of a sudden, Mrs. Weasley let out a loud whoop. Then her face turned as red as a tomato. She sat back down beside of Mr. Weasley, who was looking at her, as if she had just lost her mind.
“I am sorry, dear. Please go on with what you were saying.”
“I was finished. Not to be rude or anything, but I think you summed up how I feel very nicely, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said as he began to crack up at the look that was on her face.
If possible, Mrs. Weasley’s face had become even redder. However, she had tears of pure joy streaming down her face. In fact, she looked as if her birthday and Christmas had come early. It was hard to tell which of the three was the most happiest. The way Harry was feeling, it was he.
“Harry, my boy, I believe you just got your answer. You absolutely have our permission and our blessing to ask our daughter to be your wife. All we ask is that you do everything in your power, to protect her from whatever evil may still be out there in our world.”
“You have my word that I will do whatever it takes to protect her. I love her too much to see her hurt any more than she already has been in the last year,” said Harry, with a serious look.
“Do you have any idea when you are going to ask her?”
“To be honest, no, I do not. I guess I will just wait for the opportunity to present itself. Which I hope is very soon. There is no doubt in my mind that she will say yes, but you know, I do not want to take any chances.”
“Harry, dear, that girl has been in love with you ever since the first time she heard your story. I do not think she will sacrifice her dream of being ‘Mrs. Harry Potter’ for anything in the world. She loves you more than you could ever know. I should know, because I have had to listen to her day in and day out, nearly every day for the last almost seventeen years.”
The three of them began to laugh.
“I swear, when she was a baby, all we had to do to keep her quiet, was to start talking about you.”
“That is true. I remember the start of your first year. When Ginny and Molly got home from taking the boys to the train, all that entire day, the girl could only talk about how she had seen Harry Potter. I guess it was then that I noticed how much my little girl did adore you. It is amazing, really.”
“I will bet you anything, though; it was not in that moment, that you thought I might someday be a part of this family.”
“No, actually, that realization came after Bill and Fleur’s wedding. She cried day and night. Every little thing set her off. We did everything we could to cheer her up. It was a great relief to us, when we found out that, you were alive, and that she was with you. I cannot tell you how happy we were at that time.”
“You do know that at one point, I was really dead, do you not?”
“That is something I do not understand. If he hit you with the Killing Curse, how are you still with us?” Mr. Weasley asked.
“Well, I think it was the fact that I was willing to sacrifice my life to save those I love, in addition to the fact that I was one of Voldemort’s Horcruxes. When he got his body back in my fourth year, he used my blood to get it. Therefore, that too, kept me alive. The wand he was carrying, the Elder Wand, was also under my allegiance, not his. When he tried to kill me with the Elder Wand, it turned on him, and killed him instead. Therefore, I am the true Master of Death. That is because of my willingness to die, instead of fighting death.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry as if they had never seen him before. Of course, what he had just told them was a lot to take in and process. Harry knew that if it had not been him, that this had happened to, it would have been happening to someone else.
That someone else could have been his friend, Neville Longbottom. As awful as Harry felt for thinking this about his friend, the truth was, if Voldemort had chosen Neville, instead of Harry, the Wizarding world would probably be under Voldemort’s control right now. It was common knowledge that Harry was better at Magic, than Neville had ever dreamed of being.
“Well, Harry,” said Mrs. Weasley. “I am just glad that our world is now safe for the present time.”
“That makes two of us, Mrs. Weasley.”
“Is the Golden Trio going back to school?”
“Who is the Golden Trio?”
“You, Ron, and Hermione have been known as the Golden Trio for quite a while now. I cannot, for the life of me, remember who started it, but the name stuck for you three youngsters.”
“Wow! I did not even know that someone had come up with a nickname for us. Do Ron and Hermione know, or am I the only one who knows about this?”
“I do not know if Ron and Hermione know about it or not. However, I think you have gone from the Golden Trio to the Golden Quartet. That is only because Ginny has joined you lot.”
Harry grinned at this thought. To him, Ginny was the perfect addition to his group. Being with Ginny had made him feel better about the fact that Ron and Hermione were dating. Before, he felt a little left out. Now, he felt like the happiest man on earth, because someday soon, he would be asking the woman of his dreams, to become his wife. Yes, he was very happy.
Suddenly, Harry had a brilliant idea. His birthday was in a couple of weeks. That was when he would ask Ginny to marry him. If, and when, she said yes, it would be the best birthday present in the world. Of course, he did not expect her to marry him until she was finished with school, but still, the idea of her wearing his ring was brilliant. That way, no one else would ask her out, and everyone would know that she was all his. Now, Harry was excited for his birthday to come.
"You asked if Ron, Hermione, and I are going back to school. It all depends on whether Professor McGonagall will let us or not. I actually hope she will.”
“Minerva is supposed to be coming here in a day or so. She sent an owl to us yesterday, saying she wanted to talk to you three. That may be what she wanted to talk to you lot about.”
“Speaking of owls, I need to get another one. A stray curse hit Hedwig, the day that Mad-Eye died, and now I do not have an owl. Those damn Deatheaters are a pain in the arse!”
Harry had gotten Hedwig the first year of school. Hagrid had surprised him with her as an eleventh birthday present. She had been his most faithful, as well as his best friend, and now she was gone.
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