Contrary to popular belief, Harry Potter actually found this day on Privet Drive quite dull. He had been locked up in his room since a party he snuck off to at Hogwarts.

You see, there was a mess-up at the Ministry. Someone claimed to have found Voldemort dead because he choked on a chicken bone. It was actually just Wormtail in a cheap latex Voldemort suit. It served the Ministry right for trusting a one hundred and eighty-six year old man who lost his glasses! So then, there was this party to celebrate the death of the most evil wizard to ever walk the earth. They ran out of butterbeer and Dobby replaced it with muggle beer. He couldn't see the difference. Since none of the students had ever had beer before, the whole of Hogwarts got unbelievably drunk. Harry sent Hedwig off with a letter for Fawkes, completely oblivious to the fact that birds can't read…

Hedwig hadn't returned from her journey, and it had been nearly a week ago that he sent her off.

Harry was changing his mattress different colors out of boredom when he remembered that he had to go to Fleur and Bill's wedding. He had to get ready. Harry found his best dress robes and started getting ready to go.

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Harry was about to leave when he noticed Hedwig flying towards the window. She looked exhausted, slightly singed, and there was a funny look in her eyes. Harry opened the window to let Hedwig in. She landed on the windowsill, and he placed her in her cage.

Apparently, she had found Fawkes. The letter was no longer on Hedwig's leg and Harry wondered if phoenixes really could read. It was such a shame that Harry had no clue what the letter said. The only reason Harry knew he sent it was because Colin had a picture.

He actually had a whole book of blackmail. i Oh well /i , Harry thought, i I'll deal with Colin later. I have a wedding to go to /i . And with a loud crack, Harry was off to the Burrow.

Though Apparating was extremely unpleasant, Harry couldn't deny that he had style…er…that it was convenient. When Harry got to the Burrow, he ended up Apparating right between Ron and Hermione.

They had been kissing, and Harry felt extremely awkward with his two best friends licking his ears. Hermione noticed first and jumped back. Ron, never actually noticed, however.

After a minute or so, Harry screamed, "WOULD YOU STOP THAT!" He seemed to have given Ron a right good fright.

Ron kept saying he thought it was Hermione's hair in her face when asked why he hadn't noticed Harry's shaggy locks. Well, with Harry scarred for life, Hermione embarrassed, and Ron absolutely mortified, the three walked out into the backyard where the wedding was about to take place. They took their seats and waited for the start.

Harry's attention was back on the wedding. They only had to wait five minutes or so before Bill walked up to the aisle. A werewolf had attacked him last year and his face looked, as if the truck hit him as hard as it hit the deer earlier that day at the Dursley's. He had scars all over his face and there was hair growing out of them. He almost resembled a scarecrow with the stuffing coming out, that had also been hit by a truck.

"No signs of werewolfism yet and it's been two full moons," Ron whispered. Harry strongly disagreed.

And then Fleur came down the aisle with her father. Harry doubted that he had been attacked by anything, but his face closely resembled Bill's. Mr. Delacour was a very short fellow. He had a shortness that would rival even Umbridge's.

Fleur had on a beautiful dress that was long with tons of lace, but in Harry's opinion, it was way too poofy. Fleur's father could barely walk because every step he took, the bottom of Fleur's dress seemed to attack his legs, for lack of a better word. Fleur got to the altar and everyone was shocked when Fleur removed her veil and placed it on Bill. This was obviously not the tradition because everyone looked just as confused as Harry must have. The exceptions were Mr. & Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Charlie, Fred, George, and Ron. Hermione looked confused, but Harry was pretty sure it was because Ron was licking her ear, and not because the whole veil thing perplexed her. Ron obviously liked licking Hermione's ear better than Harry's. Harry looked away.

Rufus Scrimgeour came out to perform the ceremony. It was dreadfully long. Finally he said "Fleur, do you take Bill to be your law--" Harry was suddenly excited to see the end of the ceremony and sat up straight in his chair. This was a mistake. As he did so, Scrimgeour noticed him. "Harry Potter!" Scrimgeour bellowed as he stepped between Fleur and Bill rudely and made his way towards Harry.

Mrs. Weasley looked almost as threatening as Fleur, and that was something to say because Fleur looked as if she was imagining the Minister being attacked by Fluffy while wearing nothing but his tighty whiteys.

"How have you been, Harry? Has anyone told you that your face looks so much like your father's, but…" Harry turned on the spot and disapparated.

Harry didn't want to be there when Molly and Fleur lost it. He was standing in the Weasleys' living room and received a great shock when he saw Ginny crying in the corner.

"Ginny? What's wrong?" Harry was pretty sure he knew the answer, for he felt the same way. How could everyone be so happy when a man as great as Dumbledore was now gone?

"I miss him so much," Ginny sobbed. Harry crossed the room and gave Ginny a hug.

"I miss Dumbledore too, Ginny," Harry said quietly, still hugging Ginny.

"Dumbledore! I'm talking about Arnold."

"Arnold?" Harry asked confusedly as he pulled away from Ginny. "Your Pygmy Puff?" he concluded.

Ginny had stopped crying a moment ago, but then let out an over-exaggerated sob. "I mean yes! Yes!" she exclaimed, pulling Harry back into a hug. "I miss Dumbledore."

Harry felt played, but all the same, he was enjoying the hug and didn't argue. They just hugged for a while when in came what seemed to be the whole wedding party headed by Fleur and Bill. Fleur was once again wearing her veil and Bill had removed his jacket to reveal a t-shirt underneath which read, 'She's Pretty Enough for the Both of Us'.

Harry and Ginny still hadn't moved and everyone was staring at them. Scrimgeour only handled half a stare because one eye was black and blue and swollen shut. Harry was sad he missed that. The staring only stopped when Hedwig flew into the room. She dropped a letter in Harry's lap.

i Dear Harry Potter,
Your bird is amazing! I found your letter quite insulting. "Dear Fawkes, can you read this?" How idiotic do you think I am?
Fawkes /i

Harry blinked. i Birds can write? /i

He didn't even know birds could read! It was weird, but not totally unbelievable. Hedwig gave a loud screech and flew over to Harry. A couple of her feathers fell out and just sat on the floor for a moment, but a minute later, they caught on fire and left nothing but a pile of ash. Out of each of the four piles of ashes rose a bird.

"Are those phowls?" A random person in the crowd called out.

"Who was the letter from, Harry?" Someone else said.

But Harry didn't hear. He was looking at the birds. They looked like mini versions of Hedwig, except the tops of their heads and the tips of their wings and tails were red, yellow and orange like Fawkes. Harry looked at the back of the letter.

i P.S.—Your bird is having my children /i .

Harry was totally flabbergasted. What was he supposed to do with four baby phowls? He looked around the room, but when he looked back again, the phowls were no longer babies; they were already fully grown. Hedwig gave another screech, but this time much weaker, and all of her feathers fell to the floor.

The whole room gasped at once and it actually caused a breeze. They were all praying that the feathers wouldn't all turn into birds. They all caught fire and Harry completely lost hope. Mrs. Weasley actually started to cry. To everyone's relief, all Hedwig's feathers grew back.

Their attention turned back to the ashes. They started to stir and out of the ashes rose a single phoenix. As nicely as she could, Mrs. Weasley walked over to Harry and Ginny, who were still hugging, and gave a fake smile.

"Harry dear, would you kindly release my daughter and get your birds out of my house? Oh no, dear, don't worry about the ash, I'll take care of that," said Mrs. Weasley. When Harry let go of Ginny and bent down to clean the ash up she said, "Just get the birds out," and smiled as she conjured cages for the birds. Harry took them out back followed by Ginny, Ron and Hermione.

"Ron, I wonder if you have some wrapping paper. I'll give this to Bill and Fleur as a wedding gift," Harry said as he held up a phowl in a cage. Harry looked over at Ron, but he and Hermione were a bit "preoccupied" again.

Feeling stupid that he was talking to someone who wasn't listening, Harry turned to Ginny.

"You really miss Arnold, I mean, Dumbledore, don't you?"

"Yes," said Ginny, holding out her arms for another hug. Instead of hugging Ginny, Harry turned around and picked up one of the cages containing the phowl.

"Well," he said, wondering whether it was a boy or a girl. "Er…it's yours then," Harry finished, not feeling quite up to checking to find the bird's gender at the moment. Ginny's face lit up and before Harry knew it, Ginny was standing too close with her arms hanging loosely around his neck. She leaned in to kiss him and did just that.

All Ron and Hermione could do was watch. The two didn't kiss for very long, for in the background, Ron and Hermione were screaming, "My eyes! They burn! But I! Must! Not! Blink!" but they didn't blink for fear of losing the staring contest that they were having. It was very distracting when you're kissing the love of your life.

So Ginny and Harry walked over to a bench in the side yard and sat down next to it on the ground. Ginny ruffled Harry's hair and it felt funny. It was almost as if Ginny was stroking his SEX MONSTER that Harry had just recently realized he had. Harry leaned in to kiss Ginny and she turned her head so Harry missed her lips entirely. To cover it up, he started to whistle, Ginny giggled. "It's my brother's wedding. Let's let him and Fleur be remembered as the lovebirds. At least for today."