“Listen, boy, I know we never got on well, and I know your uncle and cousin were horrible to you, but I want you to remember that…that I still raised you.  Don't forget that.  You don't owe me anything, but just remember that.  I suggest you leave soon. But remember what I did for you in your life. And remember that blood is important even if you don't want it to be. Remember that I raised you and now you are leaving and have put my family in danger. Remember that Harry, remember that we still count for something however little it is.”

Sunshine beat down on the yard warming the bright summer grass while a layer of frost left by the cool night before coated the shady places and a cool crisp breeze floated lazily about the Burrow, whipped to and fro by the contrastingly hurried bodies moving with frenzy in their wedding preparations.

“HARRY POTTER!” Hermione jerked awake and, fumbling, reached for the lamp. The door burst open and Ginny screamed.
“Ron! What’s wrong? Where’s Harry?” Ron stomped forward and thrust a piece of parchment at her, his face blazing angrily. She looked down at it.