The morning of the wedding arose, the early sun a golden light, shining like a spotlight on the Burrow, rays of its warmth washing through the village, shimmering on top of the lake. Birds whistled to one another in a morning greeting, as they fluttered from tree to tree, the gentle breeze which swam with them lifting the leaves which lazily floated on their branches.
The sky was a baby blue, not a cloud was in sight on this beautiful summer morning. The brightness shone everywhere, so bright it was that through the bright orange curtains to Ronald Weasley’s bedroom, both boys slowly began to stir.
It was Ron who yawned first, stretching his long arms above his head as he slowly blinked his blurry eyes. Harry couldn’t contain his and he too started to yawn, stretching and sitting up on his camp bed.
“Has mum given us a lie-in?” Ron asked, yawning again and slowly rising himself.
“You wouldn’t have thought so, not on the day of the wedding?” Harry asked, stretching his legs out on the bed.
Ron sniffed the air hungrily. “It smells like she’s making dinner though?”
Harry smelled it too, closing his eyes as his belly rumbled hungrily.
“What! It’s only 7:00 o’clock!” Ron said, shocked that he had woken at this time without the help of his mother shouting down his ear.
“You’re joking?” Harry replied, looking at Ron’s wristwatch that he had received for his seventeenth birthday. Seeing the time himself he looked at his best friend who shrugged at him.
“I wander what your mum’s cooking then?” Harry said, placing his glasses on his face as he clambered up of his bed, stretching fully now.
“Dunnoe.” Ron replied curiously, swinging around his legs letting out a third yawn. “Best go find out haven’t we?”
After agreeing, He and Ron started to make their way down the rickety stairs still dressed in their pyjamas. They met no signs of life until entering the kitchen, which smelt of all sorts of different foods.
“Oh! Good morning boys you’re up early aren’t you?” greeted Mrs Weasley, who was cluttering about with pots and pans, directing her wand to different parts of the kitchen.
“What’re you doing mum?” Ron asked, ducking to avoid a wooden spoon that flew from the drawer to the saucepan behind him.
“Cooking for the wedding. You alright Harry?” She said, rushing to the other side searching through cupboards.
“Fine thank you Mrs Weasley,” Harry replied smiling. “Would you like any help?”
Ron rolled his eyes at him behind his mother’s back, before looking at him disgustedly at his Mother’s reply.
“That would be lovely dear, if you and Ron can just go and get dressed, you can go and fetch some eggs for me.”
“Okay.” Harry said, chuckling to himself at Ron’s annoyance as they both left the kitchen, heading upstairs.
“Nice one Harry!” Ron sighed, pushing his friend lightly.
Harry laughed, pushing Ron a bit harder, who tumbled into the walls as Harry took off up the stairs.
“Oi!” Ron said, laughing behind him as he took two steps at a time in order to reach him. Harry reached the top floor, bursting into the room and hiding behind the door quickly.
“You little-” Ron began, as he too burst through coming to a halt and looking around his empty room.
“Huh?” He said to himself, squinting as he looked all around. “Har-?”
But his words were cut off as Harry leapt out from behind the door, rugby tackling his friend to the ground. Leaping off the floor he grabbed some clothes and rushed away laughing his head-off towards the bathroom, leaving Ron swearing on the floor of his room, laughing too hard to breathe.
Ron pushed himself up, cracking his neck to the side, a smile wide on his lips as he too grabbed some clothes and jogged out of the room, his wand ready in his hand. He stood quietly outside the bathroom door, where he could hear the taps running. A moment later the pipes groaned as they were turned off, and the door handle turned.
Harry who was now dressed, washed and teeth brushed walked out of the room, not expecting the spell to fly towards him.
“Levicorpus!” Ron thought. The non-verbal spell flew from his wand hitting Harry, whose ankle was tugged right into the air where he let out a shout of shock.
“Ron!” Harry shouted loudly, his heart racing. “Not funny!” He yelled, as Ron was leant over double, howling with laughter. But soon Harry joined in with him, as he hung in mid-air suspended by nothing.
“Let me down then idiot.” He said finally, smiling at his friend.
“Hmmm, let me think about that, no.” Ron said, grinning evilly as he side-stepped Harry’s levitating form and walked into the bathroom.
“Ron!” Harry shouted, trying to reach out towards the bathroom where Ron shut the door still laughing. “Dude! C’mon, I didn’t mean to offend you.” He laughed.
“Never upset a Weasley Potter.” Ron replied through the bathroom door, letting out a snigger.
Harry sighed as he dangled in the air. He could feel the blood rushing to his head but he knew Ron would let him down soon.
Just as he began to get impatient hearing the taps turn on, Hermione and Ginny walked down the stairs towards him.
“What is going on?” Hermione asked as she and Ginny walked down the stairs, calling out for them both.
“Muhahaha!” Ron shouted from in the bathroom, and as both of the girls reached the bottom steps and turned the corner they both let out a yelp of surprise.
“Ron!” Hermione shouted, holding a small and beaded bag in one hand, her mouth twitching slightly at the corners.
“Help me out! He just attacked me for no reason!” Harry said, waving his arms around.
“Oi!” Ron shouted back, “Do you want to ever get down again or not?”
Hermione and Ginny both looked at each other, before both of them burst out laughing.
“Hey!” Harry shouted, smiling at their amusement. “This isn’t funny you know!”
“Actually Harry, it is.” Ginny managed between breaths.
“Here.” Hermione said shaking her head and smiling as she aimed her wand at him.
As the non-verbal spell shot from her wand he fell to the floor in a heap.
“You couldn’t have been gentler?” He asked her, standing up and rubbing his back.
“Nope.” She replied grinning at him as she and Ginny continued their journey to the lower floors. He heard them both burst into laughter again, as he banged on the bathroom door.
“You wait till my birthday Weasley! Then we’ll both have wands!” he threatened jokingly, leaving the hallway and following Ginny and Hermione downstairs.
“What on earth has been going on up there?” Mrs Weasley asked him as he entered.
“Oh, didn’t Ginny and Hermione come in here?” He asked, wandering where they’d disappeared too.
“Well Fleur, Gabrielle and her mother have taken them both to go and get their hair done. That’s what’s been happening since you boys went to go and get changed.” She chuckled, waving her wand towards the sink where already, pots were to be cleaned and in use for something else.
Ron entered grinning at Harry who glared back at him, but with a smirk upon his face.
“Well let’s go get some eggs Harry.” He said innocently.
After a stressful day of running around and co-ordinating every movement of her family, Mrs Weasley was now making finishing touches to the food she had prepared, standing in her formal pale green robes, her hair curly and red as she carefully added the last of the cherries to one of the many cakes she had baked. People would be arriving shortly and everything was perfect.
The giant Marquee had been set out on the field not too far away from the Burrow, it was visible from the kitchen window. Fairy lights danced in two long lines from the entrance to the burrow, all the way down to the giant tent, twinkling in the slow dying light. The air was warm and relaxing, putting Mrs Weasley in an extremely good mood. She felt as though nothing could go wrong on this wonderful day.
Upstairs somewhere she knew Charlie was with Bill, helping him prepare for the oncoming evening. She assumed Harry and Ron were at the top floor, hopefully dressed in their dress robes as she had needed to remind them 3 times already. The girls were all together still, not wanting to be in the same place as the boys, and her husband, Moody, Tonks, Remus, Kingsley and several other order members were in the living room, discussing what she was sure of, security.
She carefully wrapped up this last cake, placing it with the many others as she grinned happily, looking around the kitchen which had stacks of every different kind of food thought possible. Most of the food she had made was already in the Marquee, waiting to pop up when the time for food was ready, and all she needed to do now was direct the rest of these plates to do the same. She loved cooking for her children and anyone else who was hungry, and the fact that she had been asked by Bill and Fleur to cook for their wedding made her feel happy and rather emotional at the big occasion. It had been hard work, yes, but entirely worth it.
She pulled out her wand, aiming at it at the first plate she saw, vanishing it to where the wedding would take place. As she aimed her wand at the fourth plate, the Fireplace erupted into great flames twice. Each time a young man with hair as red as anyone else’s in the family stepped out in Dark green robes.
“Hey mum!” The twins said in unison
“Mmmmh, this looks good.” Said Fred hungrily, reaching out to one of the apple pies. “Ow!” He said, as his mother slapped his hand away.
“They’re for the wedding.” She replied, aiming her wand at the pile as they vanished from sight.
Both boys sighed as they looked at the many plates in front of them longingly.
“Where is everyone then?” Fred asked his mother, who whisked away a tray of sandwiches.
“The girls are with Mrs Delacour, and the boys are all upstairs somewhere.” She replied, concentrating on the job at hand.
“Come on Freddie.” George said to his twin, as they left the kitchen for the stairs.
As they ascended, they could hear voices coming from Charlie’s old room, which he and Bill had been sharing since being back at the Burrow.
“Urghh, best not go in there eh?” Fred said.
“Yeaa, maybe we can leave out irritating Bill just for today.” George replied as they continued on to the upper levels.
“We’ll just have to double it tomorrow.”
Without knocking, both twins entered the bright orange bedroom that was their youngest brothers.
“Hello Brother.” George greeted, smiling at both boys who lay lounged about the room wearing their dress robes.
“Hey.” Said Harry, smiling back at them both.
“When does this blasted thing start?” Moaned Ron impatiently.
“Now now little brother! You should be excited! I mean think of all the pretty veela cousins that Fleur has invited. I will definitely be assisting them this evening; I’ve even been practising my French for the occasion.” Fred said, winking at Harry who laughed.
“Anyway, people are going to be here soon, and your mum wants us all to wait at the entrance to the Marquee.” Said Harry, hauling himself in what seemed like much effort off the floor.
Ron sighed and stood up off his bed too, straightening his clothes up, checking that there was nothing out of place for his mother to notice.
“Let’s go boys!” George said, wrapping both of his arms around Harry and Ron’s shoulders, dragging them along with him and Fred.
Once they reached the big tent, they could see the members of the order that were already here making their way towards them all.
“Hey you lot, we don’t want any of you wandering off now, is that understood?” Tonks said threateningly as she approached them all, a smile on her face as she aimed her wand particularly at the twins who raised their hands in surrender.
“Okay you caught me! I was going to slip some Peuking pastilles in the drinks, but you can have them.” George said, pulling out a handful of the sweets and giving them to Tonks who looked at them bewildered.
“You weren’t really going to do that were you?” Remus asked his eyebrows raised.
“Maybe, maybe not, depends what kind of mood were in really.” Said Fred innocently. Remus laughed at him shaking his head at them both.
The other order members were placing themselves around the edge of the fabulous tent, wands in their hands.
“Just in case.” Remus said quietly winking to Harry who had been watching them. Harry smiled in reply, as he saw Mr and Mrs Weasley moving towards them, both glowing with excitement.
“Well, we best start setting up, guests will be arriving now!” Mr Weasley said clapping his hands together.
“You may now kiss the bride.” Said the short wizard smiling and stepping back as Bill and Fleur embraced each other. Everyone stood to their feet clapping or in the twin’s case; wolf-whistling.
“Thank god that’s over.” Ron whispered to Harry as he clapped along with everyone else.
Harry smiled, shaking his head, though he couldn’t help but agree. His favourite part so far had been the moment when Ginny walked in following Fleur who looked just as stunning as usual.
Ginny seemed to glow when she walked down the aisle, and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Her vivid Red hair was hung in loose curls by her side, some of it pinned back with golden pins which sparkled, matching the dress that hugged every curve just perfectly.
As everyone got to their feet, chairs began to vanish beneath them, and the floor had transfigured into a large dance floor, a small stage appearing to the corner. Mrs Weasley’s fabulous cooking was appearing on long white linen tables as people hungrily made their way towards it.
Harry and Ron made their way toward the back of the Marquee, where little round tables were placed. Taking the first table they could see they sat down as happy chatter filled the air.
Hermione in a pretty red dress came rushing towards them, the small bag still in her hand.
“Oh it was just wonderful wasn’t it?” She said breathlessly, as she sat next to Ron who seemed transfixed as he looked at her.
Harry held in his smirk, nodding his head at Hermione.
“Have you even gone over to congratulate them yet?” She said to the both of them, her eyebrows raised.
“Nope.” Ron replied, lounging into his chair, still looking at her. Her brown hair was also loosely curled, falling over her shoulders.
She muttered something to herself that sounded a lot like ‘honestly’ before Ginny came over to them, this time it was Harry’s turn to stare.
“You want to dance Hermione?” She asked, smiling brightly.
“Yeaa, okay.” Hermione said shrugging and getting to her feet leaving both boys staring after them.
The celebration went on, and 3 hours later had Harry and Ron with 6 empty glasses of butter beer sitting on their table, both boys in what looked like the exact same position as when they had first sat down.
“Stupid Krum.” Ron grumbled angrily.
“I know what you mean now; his head does look like a pumpkin doesn’t it?” Harry spat, equally as annoyed as his friend.
It had taken both boys a while to realise he was there, and once Ron saw Hermione and him conversing, Ron had turned an angry shade of red, cracking his knuckles under the table. When Harry had told him quite simply not to worry about it, that Hermione wasn’t even interested in him, Krum had turned to Ginny and asked her to dance.
As he had watched the two of them, jealousy had pumped through his veins, as well as Ron’s who had kept on insisting that if Krum’s hands got any lower he was going to punch him in the face.
“Want another drink mate?” Harry asked, as he put down another empty glass.
“G’warn then.” Ron replied, still glaring angrily at Krum, who was now sat surrounded by some of Fleur’s cousins.
Harry got too his feet, making his way through the crowd of people towards the white tables which were now virtually empty of food.
He stood for a moment, looking through one of the gaps in the tent. The night was clear and comforting, with a warm breeze in the air. It was a brilliant summer’s night, juts perfect. The moon was full and shining brightly in the sky with millions of twinkling stars dotted around it.
He sighed peacefully, wishing every night could be filled without worry. But soon, it would be over. The path to destroying horcruxes was his mission. And he knew in time he would do everything to fight for what was right.
“You okay Harry?” Remus asked cheerfully, walking over to him, his wand still by his side.
“Yea, just thinking.” Harry replied smiling at him.
“You and Ron look a bit annoyed about something.” He commented, hiding a smirk as he could guess just what.
“We do?” Harry said, averting his eyes as his jealousy returned at the thought of Krum.
Remus chuckled, before shrugging at him, then looking behind harry he smiled.
Harry turned to see who it was and was surprised when he saw Ginny standing there smiling, a sparkle in her eyes.
“Hey gin.” He said his breath caught in his throat.
“You want to dance?” She asked him. And it was that moment he realised how the music had turned down dramatically.
“Urghh, aren’t I the one who’s supposed to ask that?” He said, his heart beating loudly.
“Well you were taking too long, so I had to intervene.” She laughed, taking his hand and leading him onto the wooden dance floor.
He glared at Remus as he was led away. In the middle of the floor, loads of couples were dancing together, and Harry swallowed the lump in his throat as they came to a halt.
The moment he looked into her eyes though, it was like no-one else was there. He felt like no-one was watching them, he didn’t even care how stupid he looked dancing, but it was a moment that felt completely right to him, as placed two hands on her waist, gently pulling he towards him as he small hands wrapped themselves around his neck.
They stood close, swaying together, gazing into each other’s eyes.
“I’ve been thinking.” Harry said, almost as a whisper, not breaking any eye-contact.
“Oh yeaa?” Ginny replied, smiling at him.
“Maybe your right.”
“About what?” she said, confusion in her face.
“About us.” He said softly and longingly.
She looked deeply at him, his emerald eyes watching her lovingly. She didn’t care how many of her brothers were looking as she saw him lean close to her. He kissed her gently as they both closed their eyes. It was as though nothing in the world mattered to him but her. The touch of her as held her, the feel of his lips on hers. It was perfect, and nothing could destroy it. He felt strong, like no-one could hurt him with her in his arms.
They both looked up at each other, grinning, and just as he twirled her out and back into him, an explosion hit the air, thundering through the summer’s night. It was like a shotgun had gone off startling everyone in the vicinity as through the tent you could see a bright light of flames licking at the side of the Marquee.
As chaos broke out, ripping the atmosphere apart, screams and yells coming from all over the place, one voice yelled above all others…
Hey guys, sorry my chappy’s seem to be getting shorter /: I’m trying to write as much as possible for you all and clearly I aint the best writer, but a’well. Please review and I’ll be your best friend forever and ever ;Dx
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