Prologue

"…I now pronounce you man and wife."

Bill and Fleur leaned in to kiss each other as crowds of family and friends stood up and applauded. Hermione dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief given to her from Mrs. Weasley. Ron sat next to Hermione in the groom's section, who clapped loudly and rapidly, just as hard as Harry. Everyone whistled and shouted congratulations on the beautiful, elegant, bright wedding. Now was the time for the massive feast.

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Wizards and witches danced together, half of the guests were drunk from champagne, Hagrid was hiccupping and took up half of the dance floor as he warded away the other guests; brilliant dress robes were twirling underneath divine decorations and decorative fairies. Ron managed to ask Hermione to dance with him, leaving Harry with Ginny, who was in a miniature version of Fleur's silky simple white dress, as Fleur planned for her flower girls, Ginny and Gabriella.

"I guess Ron still fancies Hermione."

Harry turned to Ginny. Her face was absolutely glowing in the lighting.

"Yeah, that kinda hit me when he found out about her and Draco. Man, dragon fire was practically fuming out of his ears! His room was a mess the next morning. Doesn't take a genius to know how Ron took the news." Harry replied.

Ginny giggled at her older brother and his foolishness. Ron was just as slow as Harry when it came to girls…. Silence bestowed the two of them until a serene Luna Lovegood approached them.

"Luna! I didn't know you were here!" Ginny squealed and got up to hug her friend. Harry smiled and greeted her the same way.

"Ah yes, me and my father live just over the hills, so your parents were kind enough to invite us, seeing as we're friends." Luna said. Her soft smile was always something bright, like her dress robes…a very eye-watering canary yellow. "My father is over there, thanking your mum, Ginny." Luna pointed to her father, also in matching yellow robes. Luna twirled away onto the dance floor and hummed to herself as she danced alone.

Guests became extremely exhausted and full by the end of the night. The trio and Ginny were laughing out of their minds about something they don't even remember by the time they reached their bedrooms. Harry and Ron untied their ties and fell like a rock onto the beds, both snoring like a saw.

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"WHAT! The Gaunt ring is gone!? How can that be! Nobody but me has any idea about my grandfather..." Harry's high and cold voice echoed throughout the Malfoy Manor. Nagini has come back to report to her lord on the Horcruxes and their condition. He tapped his chin in thought, and then flicked his wand at the fireplace, lighting it immediately. "Only Dumbledore could have guessed such a grand guess. Three parts of my soul are gone…They cannot continue!" Harry hissed at his precious snake, who circled around his chair in front of the fireplace, and rested her head on his shoulder. "We must…must prepare our forces…this will only take more than a few months. We should be ready soon… very soon. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, will become the Boy Who Begged." Harry cackled as the fire in the fireplace roared. Harry returned to his bed at the safe, comfortable Burrow. His hand rose suddenly to his stinging scar. His bed was again drenched in cold sweat.

"Voldemort…He's angry…He's…He's coming."