Saturday morning arrived with a beautiful clear blue sky; it seemed to Hermione that the birds were singing more cheerfully than usual,
Her mother was fussing around with the wedding dress, lovingly adding the final touches, carefully sowing on the last few sequins,

They were all sitting around the kitchen, each deep in their own thoughts, all remembering Harry and their time with him.
occasionally one of them would smile as they thought of something funny or amusing.

they entered as quiet as they could, but in the darkness, Harry tripped on the large umbrella stand that stood in the hall,
instantly a loud screeching voice began a tirade of abuse about the wickedness of Sirius in leaving the house to a Mudblood............
he shouted at her to be quiet, and she instantly went silent, a thing never known to have happened before

Sorry folks another short Chapter, I just dont seem to have the time now the weather is nice...............................................................................................

Harry asked if they new anything about Merlin but was disappointed when they said that they did not, but as they talked Hugh mentioned he
had once or twice thought he had seen a reflection in a mirror that reminded him of Merlin,
he took them across to the hostel building, in one of the rooms stood a full length mirror,

It was at tea time on the second day since their arrival at Hogwarts, that Ron cast a little shadow over the happiness that had entered the life of his ex Professor and his best friend, as he took more cake from the table he looked up at Minerva and said

“how come some one so nice, has that horrible woman Petunia as a grand daughter”,

Sorry about the rating change, there is a part about a drink in the local pub in this chapter.

“I can see the papers now, ‘The great and famous Harry Potter’ gets married, guest of honour is none other than the greatest wizard of all time ‘Merlin’, finally released after a thousand years captivity”, said Ginny, a look of sadness flitted across her fa

“Well Mrs Potter, are you happy?” Harry asked his new wife,

Ginny beamed at him, she was so happy she could barely think, “I have waited for this day since I first saw you at the railway station Mr Potter, happy does not come close to describing how I feel”

Harry sat in the minister’s office wondering what was going on, he had asked Rufus a question and was still waiting for a reply, slowly the minister looked across the desk at Harry,

“Actually no I am not well, as a matter of fact that is the reason we called you here, but before I explain we have to wait for the Prime minister to arrive, he should be here momentarily”,