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Chapter 18 : Til Death Do Us Part
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“Alright, Alicia, Roger, Cormac, you three come with me back to the Minstry. Harry, I advise you to speak to Arthur immediately.” Robards said, his strict voice somewhat lenient today.
Robards left the room with half of the Auror’s in training, and entered the main living room of the Burrow. As soon as he walked in the room went quiet, Arthur and Molly looked very troubled, Ron and Hermione sympathetic and Ginny nervous.
“Um.. what’s going on?” Harry asked, unsure what to expect.
“There’s been another attack. Another murder, Harry. Two, in fact.” Arthur said, “And another disappearance.”
“Really, who?” Harry asked, a trickle of fear running down his spine.
“It’s... it’s your aunt and uncle, Harry, they are dead.” Arthur said.
Harry was unsure what to say. At first, he felt numb, and then confusion. His family were dead. His last living blood relatives.
“Are you ok?” Ron asked, somewhat stupidly.
“I.. I don’t know.” Harry said quietly, “I think I need some time to myself.”
Harry walked out of the room without another word, and immediately made it up the stairs. He heard footsteps behind him which he only assumed were Ginny’s.
He opened the door to Ron’s bedroom and immediately jumped on the first bed, and stared up at the ceiling. He was joined almost immediately by Ginny, who curled up next to Harry, holding his hand tightly.
“What are you thinking?” Ginny asked, softly.
Harry sighed, “Who could have done this? Why would they do this? Is he really dead?”
Ginny gasped, “Harry – he is. We all saw him die. We all saw his body burn.”
“Then, someone else is after me. Why else would they target my family?”
Harry choked slightly. Never before had he called The Dursleys his family. Was this sorrow for the death of his family? He didn’t know, he disliked the Dursley’s greatly. They always made his life miserable.
“No matter what they did, they didn’t deserve to die. Dudley was actually in regular contact with me.” Harry explained.
“Harry, Dudley isn’t dead.” Ginny said, “He’s gone missing.”
“It’s the Malfoy Murder all over again. Dead parents, missing son.” Harry said.
“You don’t think – not Dudley.” Ginny muttered.
“No way. Dudley wouldn’t know what to do.” Harry said, “If anything, Draco Malfoy is my number one suspect. It’s all happening again Gin. I don’t know if I can handle another evil wizard trying to kill me.”
Ginny looked at Harry solemnly. She tightened her grip on his hand.
“It won’t happen. If this is Draco, can you honestly tell me you think he could kill you?” Ginny asked.
“As much as a git as he was, I never thought Draco had it in him to kill anyone. So right now, I don’t know what to believe.” Harry replied.
“Harry, I won’t let you become the chosen one again. I nearly lost you last time, I’m not losing you this time.” Ginny said, and for the first time, Harry heard a weakness in her voice.
Harry turned and looked at her, “Ginny, whatever this is... whoever this is. I’ll never leave you again. It’s my duty to protect you now. That’s the responsibility I took when I asked you to be my wife."
“The wedding is two weeks away. Are you sure you’re ready for it?” Ginny asked.
Harry stared silently for a few moments, then nodded, “Yes, I’m ready. It’s now or never Gin.”
Ginny smiled, “Good. We’ll get the best ministry protection for our wedding. Just incase.”
Harry nodded again and kissed his fiancée on her head.
Two weeks had passed, and the day that Harry would marry Ginny had arrived. Harry woke up that morning alone, as Ginny had slept over her mother’s house the day before to prepare in the morning. Harry let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Today, he would be bonded forever with the love of his life.
Harry sat up, his heart beating louder than the ticking of his watch. Today was the day he started his life as a married man. That was a pretty scary thought.
Harry spent the next few hours with Ron, preparing for the wedding. After he had got dressed in his unique and expensive tuxedo-robe, he and Ron apparated to the outskirts of Ottery St Catchpole. A short ten minute walk later, they arrived at the church. Harry and Ron went straight into the church, to see that most of the guests had arrived. A few guests entered after them, but they were the last.
Harry took a seat in the front row with Ron and waited for his bride to arrive. He could have been waiting minutes, or hours, Harry wasn’t sure. The time he waited seemed to go on forever but when the time finally arrived, he felt he needed more time to prepare.
“The bride has arrived. If you could please rise.” The priest, the short little tufty wizard Harry recognised from Fleur’s wedding and Dumbledore’s funeral.
Harry and the guests stood up, all looking at the door. Then, two little houseelves opened the church door, and from outside came a dazzling light, a beautiful ray of sunshine who Harry immediately recognised as Ginny, in her breathtaking dress.
Ginny walked up the aisle, with Arthur walking down beside her, when they arrive beside Harry, Arthur smiles and winks at Harry, then goes to sit down.
“I love you, Harry.” Ginny whispered, barely audible.
“I love you too, Gin.” Harry whispered back.
The little tufty wizard cleared his throat and there was silence immediately.
“We are here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls. They will today confirm their love and vow to be united forever under the name of love.”
Already Harry could hear several people blubbering in the background, the loudest being Hagrid and Mrs Weasley. There was a little chatter here and there but most people were listening in.
“Do you, Harry James, take Ginevra Molly, to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to care for her, through good times and bad, sickness and health, til death do you part?” The wizard recited.
Harry grinned, “I do!” He exclaimed.
“And do you, Ginevra Molly, take Harry James, to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to care for him, through good times and bad, sickness and health, til death do you part?” The wizard repeated.
Ginny smiled beautifully, and said, “I do...”
Now Harry heard a few more people crying, one of them being Fleur and some other women Harry had never seen in his life, but were obviously a Weasley cousin.
“...I now declare you bonded for life.”
Harry looked at Ginny, and Ginny looked at Harry. A monumental amount of happiness burst around them.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Harry did so, and the people around them cheered in celebration.
The next ten minutes went to celebrating with close family, taking wedding photos and accepting the fact that they were bonded for life. Then, everyone went outside, and Ginny threw the traditional bouquet into the crowd, with Hermione catching it.
Hermione gasped, and looked at Ron, who quickly said, “DON’T get any ideas.”
The two laughed and then people began to disperse and make their way to the reception, at the Burrow. The Burrow’s orchard had made the venue to the reception, using a marquee very similar to the one that was used for Bill and Fleur’s wedding.
The inside had been decorated with red and gold, as a tribute to the Gryffindor house. There were golden chandeliers dangling from above, with long rows of tables and floating buffet trays, hovering around, offering food. The whole scene was quite breathtaking. The room was quite crowded so Harry gave Ginny a big kiss and they both separated to converse with different groups.
Harry walked over to the Weasley group; consisting of Bill, Mr Weasley, Charlie and George. They all gave him a small round of applause as he arrived.
“Let me tell you something Harry, I’ve never been more proud of you than I am today.” Arthur commented, and shook Harry’s hand.
“Thanks.” Harry said, shaking Arthur’s hand and then everyone else’s. “The marquee looks amazing, Arthur. You did an amazing job.”
“It was nothing.” Arthur beamed, “Harry, just so you know, we have every protection the Ministry could give us in place around the Burrow and this Marquee, as we did the church. You are quite safe.”
“I know. I didn’t think we’d have any trouble today anyway. Whoever is responsible for those murders, they obviously like keeping to themselves. I don’t think they’d make a scene at the wedding of Harry Potter.” Harry replied.
“No, quite right.” Arthur agreed, “But better safe than sorry, son.”
There was a quick silence, at Arthur calling Harry son, but Harry didn’t mind it, smiled and nodded, and said, “Have you heard anything else on that case?”
“Only that it wasn’t just Dudley that went missing, Harry.” Arthur said, “Two of his friends, Paul Francis and Graham Webber have also disappeared.”
“That’s... weird.” Harry said, deep in thought. “Something’s up. Something serious.”
“I agree.” Arthur replied.
“But hey – don’t think about it today Harry!” George said, “This is your wedding day! Enjoy it while you can, mate!”
Harry nodded, “Don’t worry I will. Even if Lord Voldemort had returned from the grave, he’d have to wait til tomorrow.”
The group laughed at Harry and they all dispersed. Harry walked over to see Andromeda with Teddy, sitting in the corner. Harry approached her. Teddy was bigger than Harry had ever seen him. He was now eighteen months old and was walking around Andromeda smiling and clapping.
“Hey, Andromeda. Hey, Teddy.” Harry greeted them.
“Harry...” Smiled Andromeda, “Congratulations, I am very proud of you.”
Harry laughed, “Thanks, Andromeda! I’m proud of myself too. Saying I Do takes alot of bravery, more than I thought it would! But it was worth it.”
“Ah... true love.” Andromeda said, and drifted off with Teddy to meet Mrs Weasley and Hermione.
Harry spent the next hour or so, mixing with the not-so-well-known guests and met alot of the Weasley relatives he’d only ever seen once or twice before. Most of them were very pleasant, just like the Weasleys at the Burrow.
The part continued and soon evening had arrived. Harry realised it was getting dark outside and that’s when he realised it was already eight thirty in the evening. Harry decided to meet up with his new wife and found her almost instantly.
“Hey, Gin.” Harry said, greeting her with a big kiss.
“Hey, Harry. Are you ok?”
“Never been happier.” Harry grinned and embraced his wife.
“It’s crazy.” Ginny said, “When I was eleven I dreamed of the day I would marry you. I never once thought it would actually happen.”
“Must’ve been fate.” Harry grinned.
“Must’ve.” Ginny agreed.
After they had had a dance or two at the dance floor, Harry and Ginny sat down with Ron and Hermione at a table in the corner of the marquee. The four young wizards and witches all looked at eachother, but none of them spoke, until Ron said what everyone was thinking.
“Guys, we’re not kids anymore. You know, today I really realised, we’re all adults. I’d never actually felt like I’d reached adulthood yet but look at us. Either married or getting jobs as Aurors and teachers and ministry workers. It’s crazy.” He said, taking a gulp of some Firewhisky.
“It is crazy.” Harry agreed, “But how much Firewhisky have you had, Ron?”
“Jus’ a few.” Ron mumbled, finishing off his bottle of Firewhisky and grabbing another one from a passing floating tray.
“Hey, we’re celebrating right?” He said, handing a Firewhisky to everyone else.
Everyone accepted one, and the four of them started playing some harmless drinking games while the party continued around them. The night crept into the evening, and before long eleven o’clock was fast approaching. Alot of people were leaving the party, and it started to quieten down.
“Well, it has been an absolutely ... fabulous party.” Mumbled a very drunk Ludo Bagman, “I must say Harry, you are a very lucky man! You take care of her now!”
“I will Mr Bagman, there’s a Floo service for you to use to get home.” Harry said, pointing over to the fireplace at the end of the marquee. Bagman smiled, turned around and stumbled over to the fireplace, making his leave in a big ball of emerald flames.
“We’re gonna get going too, Dad.” Ginny said to Arthur, “We’ve had a long day, and I really want to get some rest.”
“Of course, dear!” Arthur said, hugging his daughter, “As always, take care of yourselves! And congratulations again!”
“Thanks, Daddy.” Ginny said, kissing her father on the cheek, and then she held Harry’s hand, they bid their goodbyes, and apparated from outside of the marquee back to Grimmauld Place, for the first time as a married couple.
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