A/N: Chapter One re-vamped.

Chapter 1: The Wedding

With Ginny Weasley's arm in his, Harry looked around wide-eyed; he had never been to a wizard wedding before. He was dressed in his inky blue best man's robes, Ginny in silky light blue bridesmaid robes. When they reached the end of the aisle, Harry kissed her on the cheek as she walked to the left; he took his place on the right, gave Ron a pat on the back and grinned.

"You're going to be fine."

Ron, dressed in robes to match Harry's, smiled nervously, but didn't say anything. He looked anxious, but happy just the same. Harry looked around at the guests: Mrs. Weasley was smiling, and clearly trying her best not to burst into tears. She was holding her husband's hand – Mr. Weasley was positively beaming. Near them were Professor McGonagall, Mad-Eye Moody, Lupin, and Sirius. Harry winked at his godfather, who, looking almost as handsome as he did at the wedding of Harry's own parents, winked back. Next to Harry were Fred, George, Bill and Charlie. Percy was missing. On the other side, Ginny was trying not to laugh at Luna, another bridesmaid, who was humming the Wedding March, a song Muggles commonly played at weddings. Next to her was Fleur, Bill's girlfriend.

The music changed, and everybody turned expectantly to see the bride. She looked beautiful, her hair was sleek, tied up in a knot and she was wearing beautiful robes of white. Her face was slightly hidden by a veil, a Muggle tradition that had confused Ron at first, but had sent Arthur Weasley into fits of delight. She began to walk towards them, escorted by her father -

"Wake up! We're going to be late!"

Harry felt himself shaken from his dreams by Mrs. Weasley. He opened his eyes just in time to see her flash of red hair leaving the room.

BANG!

"OW!"

Harry looked around confused. In the dark corner he could see Ron on the floor, muttering swears under his breath.

"You all right, mate?" Harry asked as he dragged himself out of his bed and into his clothes.

"Fine, just slammed my foot into the dresser. Sleep alright?" Ron replied, yawning. He was already in his clothes and was just doing some last minute packing.

"Yeah. I had a funny dream, you were getting married..."

"Really?" Ron replied distractedly, trying to stuff two books into his trunk. "Who was the lucky witch?"

"Can't remember, couldn't really see her face – but I knew her. Everyone was there though, your family, Luna, Fleur, Lupin, Sirius-"

Harry stopped. Suddenly a lump had formed in his throat and he felt as though a pewter cauldron had landed in his stomach. He thought about how he had winked at Sirius in the dream, and he had winked back. He had looked so young, so happy...

It had been three months since Sirius's death, and the only thing Harry felt when he thought of his lost godfather was emptiness. The pain, anger and sadness seemed so far way. He had lost memory of the sound of Sirius's bark-like laughter, as though someone had blocked it from his mind. He had spent every moment of the summer pushing everyfeelingaway, safe-guarding himself against Voldemort'sintrusion of his mind. He had been successful, but he had been left emotionally barren and desolate.

"It's okay, mate..." Ron said, giving Harry a quick hug and a pat on the back.

Harry quickly did as he had been taught, and pushed his emotions away. Sirius was gone, and wallowing in grief certainly wasn't going to change that.

"Better get going or we'll be late..." he said, flashing a grin at Ron. "Don't want to miss the train, or we'll be having to get a hold of a flying car."

Ron eyed him cautiously for a moment,before easing up and nodding.

"Yeah. Besides, can't wait to see Hermione... Ask her how Bulgaria was. I've missed her."

Ron sounded somewhat bitter at the mention of Bulgaria; he was most likely still uncomfortable with the idea of Hermione spendinglast month of summer with Viktor Krum. Harryignored it and finishedchecking his trunk to make sure everything was packed.Harry, himself, had spent three days convincing Hermione it would be alright to leave for Bulgaria, as she had been uncomfortable with leaving Harry's side while he was still dealing with so much pain. However, he had still missed Hermione sorely the past month. He had grown accustomed to it being the three of them, it just wasn't the same without her around.

"HARRY! RON! WE'RE LEAVING!" Ginny shouted from downstairs, and Harry and Ron hastened in finishing their packing, before whipping out their wands and levitating the trunks downstairs behind them. After having recieved their O.W.L's, they were allowed perform magic outside of school, and Harry felt it made everything much easier.

They rushed out the door, Mrs. Weasley stuffing toast into their mouth and shouting after them to be careful, and climbed into the new car that the twins had bought forMr. Weasley with the profits of their new booming joke-shop business.

"Have a good year!" Mrs. Weasley called once more, as Mr. Weasley pulled off and they set off for King's Cross Station and all that awaited them in their sixth year at Hogwarts.