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I would like to apologize in advance for any grammatical error, I tried my best. If you detect any error, I'd be grateful if you let me know so I can change. This fanfic is written, by me, originally in Portuguese, I'm translating so I can share with everyone. And I'm sorry if I take some time to post a chapter, as I said, I have to first post in Portuguese and then translate.

don't rush into the details, you will have them during the plot, you'll discover things slowly.

Initially it was just a fanfic based solely on the relationship between Harry and Hermione, but it turned into a story with more 'layers'. You must know that some characters are alive, such as Sirius. The story takes place six years after Voldemort's defeat.

HARRY POTTER AND THE REFLEX OF SOUL

Chapter one

The Last Dance

The clock had already marked 3pm when Harry came down the stairs so fast that he almost stepped on it wrong and fell. He carried in his hand a long wrap, it was Gina's dress, he stopped and breathed relief, if something happened to the dress probably the rest of his day would be pitiful. He took a few more steps and stopped in the middle of the room, which was totally messed up due Gina's persistence in leave her stuff in anywhere. Harry mentally began listing everything Gina had asked to him, moving his lips and counting with his fingers.

"I think this is it!" – he said quietly to himself.

Harry ran out of the house and instantly apparated in front of the Burrow. Outside the house, he could already hear the dozens of voices, Harry hurried into the house and accidentally came across with Mrs. Weasley who grabbed his arm and dragged him quickly in the ladder's direction as she spoke.

"Why took you so long? Ginny was hysterical, now quickly, she is waiting in the room!"- she lead him into the bedroom, without controlling the strength with she was clutching Harry's arm.

"Well, I had some trouble to find the dress and her shoes, they were not in place that Ginny told me. And Molly, I know the way." - he said, letting go himself of her claws in the most polite way as he could, giving a wry smile and saw Molly down the stairs again, yelling at Mr. Weasley. Harry nodded, deep down he knew that she was like that because of her anxiety, yet on that particular day, Harry woke up annoyed with everyone around him, any word or gesture was already a great reason to make him mad. He was trying to think of good things while finishing up the stairs, if his bad mood persisted, surely someone would end up noticing. Harry entered into the bedroom and Ginny, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and with a totally impatient expression, just jumped up, bringing her hands up to her waists.

"Why took you so long?"

Hearing that, Harry wondered if he was in the presence of a younger version of Mrs. Weasley.

"That's funny, I just heard that from your mother." - Harry handed to her the package and sat in the chair which was near the bed. "If you were more organized, the dress would be where you told me and I wouldn't have taken so long." he continued, but his anger was soon going away as he watched her undressing to put on the dress. It was true that at some point in all days of the weekend, Harry gets upset with Ginny, more particularly by her disorder with things in recent months and her frequent visits to a partially destroyed and dirty library, according to Harry, which was totally isolated from the rest of civilization, but that he pondered, Ginny was really penetrated in researching for her new book. But she knew him enough to know that any trick that involves the art of seduction would affect him and consequently, he would shut his mouth. Ginny made sure to twist her entire body as she put the red dress that left her body completely modeled, highlighting all her female form, and had a beautiful neckline on the back. She turned to Harry and grinned as he passed his hands along side of her body, showing off for him.

"So…" - she slowly approached him and sat on Harry's lap, "Do you approve?"

"You will probably be the most gorgeous woman in there."

"Probably?" - She said indignantly, making Harry burst out laughing, and before he could stop smiling, she leaned over and kissed him with such passion that made Harry decompose in the chair. "And that's the only kiss of the night, I don't want you to smudge my makeup. But then when we get home... " - she pressed her lips to Harry's ear - " ...we can continue. "

Harry saw Ginny out of his arms at once and go put her shoes on, he was already familiar with her way of provoking and then leave. The truth is, there has been two years since their marriage and she hadn't lost the will to torment Harry every night, not that he had any complaints about it, but lately his head was in a place that even he doesn't knew exactly what place this was. He had wondered if he could be suffering from some early male menopause or if the months were leaving him older and grumpy, sometimes he felt awful for feeling these things, after all, everything was fine, both at work and in his love life, but even so, it seemed there was always something wrong, something to complain about it.

"Get up, I want to fix your tie, come!"

Harry got up from his chair and walked over to her and stood there while Ginny straightened his tie. She finished and slid her hand through his suit, stretching it, she slid a little more and grabbed Harry's hands. "Ready, go!"

When Harry and Ginny came to the room, everyone was too busy going from one side to the other and most of the time, screaming at each other. All of them were well-groomed and appropriately dressed up and perfumed. Fleur transited across the room like a feather dancing through the air, she was using a dress, which according to Harry, had a strange color, it was kind of a pink aged and dull, she was the only one talking quietly with everyone. Ginny, who was tired of waiting all get ready, caught the attention of her mother and warned that she was going ahead with Harry, Mrs. Weasley nodded and Ginny and Harry just walked out of the house and held hands, and so, they disapparated.

The hall's view was splendid, there were dozens of huge marble windows around the hall, it was decorated with white roses, tulips and astromelias that made the hall fills with color and life. Lights of champagne tones hovered in the clear air, and certainly there was incense, because the place was extremely fragrant, but Harry couldn't say for sure what that smell was. Many guests were present, dancing, eating, talking, and when they saw Harry and Ginny arrive together, some waved with their heads, others smiled. Still it was difficult for Harry to arrive anywhere and people don't notice him, it bothered him a bit, he didn't know how to deal with people, but Ginny was a master at this art and enjoyed the admiration and prestige, so most of the time, she always talked about Harry and for Harry. He managed to spot some familiar faces, such as Professor McGonagall, who had taken a few days off especially for this date, Dean Thomas, Prof. Slughorn, Neville and Luna, who were always together, Lavender Brown, who made Harry smile quietly, some people of the Ministry and many other Hogwarts students of his time, but when he saw a special face, Harry opened his arms.

"Hagrid!" - he approached and hugged his friend who hadn't seen for months. Hagrid returned the embrace in a more strongly way than Harry, who had virtually disappeared in Hagrid's arms. Ginny touched Hagrid's arm, alerting him.

"Oh, sorry Harry! You know, I haven't got the hang of it. "

Harry shook his head and smiled, back together next to Gina.

"And you become more and more beautiful with each passing day, Ginny." - Hagrid said, directing a contemplative look at her.

"I have to agree! One of my missions as a good husband is to increase her ego."- Harry and Hagrid laughed.

"You say that like it's an obligation, I think every man should increase his wife's ego. I'm sure Hagrid always praises Madame Maxime." - she said, looking away to Madame Maxime, who was sitting at the Hagrid's table in the company of a few guests.

"I can't believe, Hagrid! You're still winding the poor woman? "- Harry frowned and tried to make a worried face.

"It's complicated, Harry! Whenever I try to stay in... "

But before Hagrid could finish the sentence, they heard a very familiar voice.

"HARRY!" - Ron shouted.

Ron's happiness was on his face, his joy with the guests and with that date in particular, radiated all over the place. Ron was wearing a pastel suit of a dark tone and black tie, unlike many occasions where Ron was always poorly dressed and wearing old clothes, he was very charming and lovely. Ron greeted Harry with a hug and when he turned to Ginny, took a step back with a surprised expression on his face.

"What is this? Harry, you let her out wearing that dress? "

"Your sister can be quite persuasive."

"Oh Harry, I'd rather not imagine!" Ron made a disgust face at the thought of the way in which Ginny "persuaded" his best friend. "But I'm kidding, you look beautiful! It's a gene thing, everyone in this family is beautiful."

"The years pass and you don't change." - Hagrid struck Ron's back, "If you'll excuse me, I will sit with my... hmm... you know. "

Ginny, Ron and Harry opened a big smile and Harry added: "You go, tiger!"

"So, how have you been my Minister?" - said Ron.

"You know I hate when you call me that!" - Harry made a few friends face.

"But you are, mate. You have to get used to your title, people rely on you Harry! After all you've done, I do not see anyone better to fill that position. "

It's true that Harry worked a while as an Auror at the Ministry, but the pressure for him to become the new Minister only increased over the months, and the wizarding community needed to rebuild their confidence in the Ministry. Harry resisted for days before finally accepting it, this wasn't what he really wanted, but he came to office with the goal of establishing harmony in the wizarding community and done that, he would pass the job to someone he trusted, but every time Harry tried to talk to someone about it, he was cut in half the subject, intentionally. Harry was hardly ever in his office, he loved to walk by the Ministry, checking the progress in various departments, but there was one among all that Harry loved to spend hours and hours. The Department of Magic Law Enforcement, which was commanded by his best friend, Hermione. He spent a good time in Hermione's office, talking, laughing and discussing relevant issues to the Ministry. On some occasions, Hermione had to expel Harry from her office so she could concentrate on her work, not that she complained of his constant presence, on the contrary, Hermione loved and was used to having Harry always around, she understood his need to stay in the presence of someone he could feel comfortable.

"Sirius doesn't come?" - Ron asked worried.

"He got stuck at the Ministry, it seems that a Muggle saw a witch down the phone booth and got a little crazy. They are trying to collect all information that he knows and then, they will obliviate him. But it shouldn't take, he promised to come. "

Ginny saw her mother arrive hurried away, running toward them.

"Quick, quick! She's already out there, let's begin. "- She said rushing all, especially Ron, who she was pulling by hand.

Harry and Ginny were walking to get to their places, they stood standing a little behind Ron, Harry observed all the guests occupying the seats quickly. Ron kept moving, took a step forward and backwards in every five seconds and turned to give a disapproving look at Ginny when she whispered to him "She will not escape." Harry smiled at Ginny's comment, but he was apprehensive, but tried to stay calm. By now, everyone was seated, everything was ready. Suddenly, the little floating balls that lit up the room decreased the intensity of light and the colors began to change slowly, dropping fine flashing orange sparks, now the hall seemed to have been invaded by a sunset, making the guests sigh, captivated by the beauty of the place. At the entrance of the great hall, she came. And it was like a Veela had stepped into the room, because at that moment everyone seemed to be hypnotized. Hermione looked stunning, wearing a champagne wedding dress, which moved with the most delicate lightness as she walked toward Ron. The dress, marking her bust and waist, was made with embroidered lace that rose to her shoulders, the skirt looked like a waterfall that stretched until turning into a sparkling tail. Her hair was high in front, like a kind of shaggy mohawk, which accompanied a braid wrapped in a thin tape, placed over one of her shoulders. Everyone sighed and smiled as she passed. Ron, who before didn't stop one second of anxiety, was now paralyzed, just admiring the beauty of the one who within a few minutes would become his wife. And of all the people present at the wedding, there was Harry, next to Ginny, but he couldn't think of anything else except how perfect Hermione was, his moodiness and impatience that accompanied him during the day seemed never have existed, he smiled slightly and for a moment, plunged into a parallel world where Hermione was walking toward him, where he was the groom. But the reality came to light when Hermione finished her path and stopped in front of Ron, who received her with a simple kiss on her forehead. It was more than visible their happiness, they couldn't stop smiling for even a second, Harry began to feel bad for not feeling the same happiness too and a heat wave washed over him suddenly, his heart began to beat faster and he could no longer pay much attention to what people said. Harry tried to get distracted looking at Luna, who was next to Neville, and seemed to be so busy looking at the lights that floated over the guests heads, but the attempt failed. Minutes later, he saw Sirius snuck into the hall and settling in one of the last seats. Harry sighed loudly without realizing it, hoping to find air enough to continue to endure that ceremony. Ginny noticed and asked if everything was okay.

"Yes, I'm fine" - he whispered to her. "I'm just feeling heat."

But Ginny hasn't heard the last part.

After the ceremony, the guests were delighted with a spectacular dinner, only some of them preferred the drink that led to some minor accidents happen at the party, like Hagrid's stumbling block that nearly brought down the table full of sweets. Others took advantage of the party to dance. Harry, who had spoken or at least said "hi" to almost everyone of the party, saw himself finally alone, he glanced around the room looking for Ginny and soon found her at a table in the company of Luna, Neville, Dean, Fred, Padma and others, and seized the chance to unwind, his discomfort wasn't yet past, much less the heat. Harry took off his suit and loosened his tie a bit as soon as he left the hall, he walked a few good steps, he didn't want to be near the entrance. From there the music was low and melancholy, and the voices were just a whisper. The sun had set, the moon was now adorned in the sky and reflected in the lake a few miles from where Harry was. At that moment all he wanted was silence, especially the silence in his mind, finally some peace of mind, he breathed more freely.

"Hiding yourself?"

That voice struck him with a twinge in his chest. Harry put his hands in his pocket and turned to Hermione.

"Not exactly." - he tried to force a smile. "It's a little hot there, isn't? How is that possible? "- he frowned, laughing.

"Have you considered taking a drink?" - she approached him, gently holding her dress.

"Oh no, I don't.. i don't feel that is a good day to drink, no offense, it's a celebration, but you know, I want to be sober" - he stammered.

"I'm not drinking too, you know better than anyone what happens when I drink." - they let slip a loud laugh.

Harry looked back at the landscape, hardly knowing what to say to his friend standing beside him.

"You're smart! You chose the best spot in the party... this place is really beautiful, it would be a waste if I left without appreciating." - she looked at him with one of those killer smiles.

Hermione stared the view for a few seconds and stealthily, she directed her hand to his hand, holding tight.

"So ... you will tell me what you were thinking before my appearance? "- Hermione said with a playful tone.

"Well .. I guess I was thinking about how things have changed, you know, throughout this time."

"Yes, but it changed for good."

"I know you probably must have heard it 100 times today, but you're truly gorgeous."

Harry saw Hermione's face blush. She lowered her face and then looked up at him smiling.

"I think I heard something like that." - she said sarcastically. "But there are few people I care about their opinion."

"Good to know I'm one of those people!"

Hermione felt a tension in Harry's face, she knew something was wrong with him, but she wouldn't ask too much, she didn't want to leave him upset. Then she changed the subject.

"But that's not why I came up here" - Hermione stretched her hand to Harry. "I would like to dance with my best man and more than that, my best friend."

"You planned this all night, huh?" - He held her hand and slowly pulled her closer to him. They started risking slow steps side to side, but without going anywhere.

"Of course! And you have improved... in dance. The last time you danced with me, you remember? In the tent? Let's say that as a dancer, you are a great Minister. "

"Great! Tease me for trying to cheer you up. And for the record, I have improved because Ginny insisted that I danced in the right way at our wedding. "

"Well .. I have to admit, I preferred that way." - she stared at his big green eyes.

"It's been so long ..." - Harry said, introspective

"Now that we talk about it, seems like was yesterday." - She laid her head on Harry's shoulder and they didn't need to exchange another word. They just stood there, dancing slowly, listening to music coming from afar. The only fear Harry felt at that moment, it was that she could hear his heart, which at that moment was beating so fast that Harry could feel his skin pounding.

From the window of the room, Sirius was watching them and between sips of the wine glass he held, he smiled in witness this scene.