I wasn't sure about writing this since I didn't get that much of a reaction to the first two stories (I still haven't received a single review for the last two chapters of the second one) but every now and then someone adds them to their favourites so I guess there's an audience somewhere. I knew what was going to happen to the characters next and I really wanted to write it so I decided I might as well post it.

CHAPTER ONE: In Sickness and In Health

Harry hadn't woken up feeling as bad in over twenty years. And the previous time he had actually died. He struggled to get his mind in some sort of functional state whereby he could remember exactly what had happened to make him feel like that. Some part of his brain was screaming that something important was happening that day so he did his best to focus on that.

Oh. Yes. He was getting married.

His brain managed to drag up the memory of the time, only a month previous, when he'd proposed to Hermione. Even though they'd been together less than eighteen months, after being friends for all their adult life and a good portion of their childhood, it hadn't taken either of them long to know just how much they wanted to be husband and wife and to make it happen as soon as possible.

His brain then moved on to the less pleasant memories of the previous night. His last night of freedom. For some reason, all of them had thought it was a good idea when George suggested they apparate to various pubs, drinking a pint at each, and see how drunk they had to get before one of them splinched. He wasn't sure if it was eight or nine pints in before Seamus had managed to leave a leg behind. There had been much laughing before someone, probably Teddy who had the dispiritingly hardy constitution of youth on his side, had finally gone back to get and reattach it.

"Morning, Harry,"a voice declared loudly as the door was thrown open.

Harry winced and glared at Neville. "How come you're in such good health?"

Neville handed him a beaker full of liquid which actually smelled surprisingly pleasant. "Advantage of having a Herbology professor as your best man. I've been experimenting with hangover cures for years. Luna suggested a few ingredients that I didn't even know existed. Still not sure about some of them. Oh yeah – and James and Albus are waiting downstairs."

Harry drank the liquid down in one go and was relieved that the pain seemed to subside quickly. He had a feeling that appearing hungover in front of his two teenaged sons would be considered bad form. "Remind me never to get married again,"he told Neville.

Neville grinned. "I think Hermione will do that for me."

Hermione examined herself in the mirror for what felt like the twentieth time that morning. She didn't pay this much attention to her appearance normally but just once, just for that day, she wanted her hair and dress to be just right. So she wasn't at all happy when, also not for the first time that morning, she noticed a wand being surreptitiously pointed at her hair. She slapped the wand away and glared at her chief bridesmaid and hostess for the night. "Luna, I don't need ringlets."

Luna screwed her face up in disappointment. "But you need them to keep the ammites away."

"My hair is perfectly fine the way it is." Hermione was hit by a sudden wave of self-consciousness. "Isn't it?"

Luna relaxed slightly and smiled at her. "I'm sure Harry will like it very much."

Hermione suddenly realised they weren't alone. She turned to the doorway and was greeted by the sight of her daughter Rose and Harry's daughter Lily, both dressed in bridesmaid outfits similar to the ones Luna was wearing. She gave a gasp of delight. "You both look beautiful."

Rose tugged at her dress worriedly. "Really?"

"Really,"Hermione reassured her, drawing the two girls into a shared hug.

Rose smiled. "Thanks, Mum."

"Thanks, Auntie Hermione,"Lily echoed.

Hermione released them and looked them up and down again. "If we're not careful, someone will try and marry you two as well."

"I'm not going to get married until I'm really old,"Lily claimed. "Even older than you and Dad."

"You'll change your mind,"Luna remarked absently, even though her attention seemed largely focused on making the tip of her unused wand change colour.

"Where's Hugo?"Hermione asked.

Rose stepped aside and pushed her younger brother into view. He was dressed in his page boy's outfit, although he'd managed to convince everyone to let him discard the hat and anything approaching tights, so it just looked like a slightly more elaborate version of the robes Harry's groom party were wearing. "Do not tell me I look lovely,"he warned Hermione.

With two of their most famous employees getting married, and with long term friend Kingsley Shacklebolt still holding the office of Minister of Magic, the Ministry had agreed to let their own chapel be made available for the service. Seamus Finnegan and Ernie Macmillan had been appointed as ushers and were efficiently showing the guests to their seats. Harry's godson Teddy Lupin and his wife Victoire were ushered towards the groom's side, as were Harry's old House Quidditch team-mates Oliver Wood, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson. Padma Patil and Anthony Goldstein, who worked closely with Hermione at the Ministry, were shown to the bride's side. Seamus was just thinking everything was going smoothly when Arthur and George Weasley turned up.

Seamus swallowed hard. Nowhere in the guidebooks had it said what to do when the ex-father-in-law and ex-brother-in-law of both the bridge and groom turn up. "Mr. Weasley! Ah, bride or groom?"

Arthur looked puzzled. "That's a good question." He looked at George. "We both met Harry first, didn't we?"

"By a few hours, yeah,"George agreed.

Arthur turned back to Seamus with a smile. "Groom, please."

Seamus handed him the order of service. "Why don't you sit with Oliver?"

"Good idea."

Seamus breathed a sigh of relief once the pair were out of earshot. "That was a close one."

"Nice to get an up close look at Gryffindor bravery,"Ernie remarked lightly.

Harry caught Arthur and George's eyes as they sat down and nodded gratefully. He couldn't help being reminded of his wedding to Ginny. Ron had been his best man that day. Given that he was now marrying Ron's ex-wife, and that she had effectively left Ron for him, he and Hermione had had long discussions about whether inviting him or not inviting him would be the biggest insult. Ron had apparently sensed their quandary and decided to make it easy for them: On being told of the wedding, he'd immediately offered to pick up Rose and Hugo after the reception.

Neville as best man and James and Albus as groomsmen were standing next to Harry. "Have you got the rings, Professor?"James asked his Head of House.

Neville patted his pockets. "Yes."

"And your speech?"Albus asked.

Neville looked worried and turned to Harry. "Just make something up,"Harry told him.

Before they could say anything further, the string quartet in the corner started playing the entrance music. Harry looked round and saw Hermione entering the chapel. She caught his eye and blushed slightly at his appreciative smile. Her father led her down the aisle; as ever, both he and his wife looked somewhat bemused at the world their daughter had ended up in.

The Elder conducting the service cleared his throat. "Harry, Hermione, I believe you have some words to say?"

The pair turned to face each other. Harry spoke first. "Hermione, everything good that's ever happened in my life happened after I met you. Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I've ever done. I don't know if things are going to be easy from now on but I do know that whatever happens, I want it to happen with you alongside me."

"Harry, you're my best friend. I've loved you nearly all my life and I thought that was a good thing to do. But now I'm in love with you and that's even better. Being your friend has brought me some of the happiest times of my life. And being your wife is going to make me happier still."

At a sign from the Elder, the pair gripped each other's forearm. The Elder gestured with his wand and a stream of light curled around their linked arms, tying them together.

Harry felt a surge of excitement in his stomach as he looked at her. "I, Harry James Potter, do hereby declare my intention to spend the rest of my life as the husband of Hermione Jean Weasley."

Hermione gave him the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen. "I, Hermione Jean Weasley, do hereby declare my intention to spend the rest of my life as the wife of Harry James Potter."

"Let you now be bonded for life,"the Elder intoned. "Let this bond tie your hearts together and enrich your lives and the lives of those around you."

The stream of light dissipated. Harry took his new wife in his arms and kissed her.