DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Harry Potter series, or anything written in it. J.K. Rowling owns it. This story has not/ will not make any money or profit, because it is just for fun. No copyright infringement is intended.
SUMMARY (may change depending on how I finish it): This was written before Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out. Basically, it is a re-do of the book. Also, there is a lot of humor in this story, but romance too. It will have a different ending than the original book.
Harry Potter and the Last Battle
Chapter 1: The Wedding
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were at the Weasley's house eating the breakfast that Mrs. Weasley had just cooked; Ron was wolfing down ham and eggs hungrily, while Hermione ate as if she was a stuffy old English lady and glared maliciously at Ron. Ron finally said to her - because of her rolling her eyes when he started chewing with his mouth wide open, "Hey, it might be my last meal ya' know!" Hermione gave him one last glare, (probably for not using proper grammar) then continued to eat her breakfast quietly and daintily.
"Alright kids," Mr. Weasley announced suddenly, walking into the kitchen where everyone else in the family was currently eating food. "It's almost time to go to Bill and Fleur's wedding. Let's change into something suitable for the rare occasion!"
"Mum, can I have some more toast with jam?" Ron asked, wiping his mouth on a nearby napkin that just happened to be Hermione's.
"Oh honestly!" Hermione huffed. She roughly folded her arms across her chest in annoyance and turned away from Ron in her seat, though still sitting next to him.
"What?" Ron wondered, unabashed. He placed the napkin back in its rightful place. Suddenly, his eyes widened slightly in recognition. "Oh... That's your napkin! I'm sorry, Hermione." He looked utterly sincere throughout the entire apology.
Hermione turned back around in surprise, and her eyes softened a little. "Well... I guess alright, Ron. You're fine. Don't worry about it."
"Okay." Ron replied quickly, then went back to looking as hungry as a wolf. He started snarfing down some heavily buttered toast.
By the end of breakfast, Ron had eaten four pieces of toast, three glasses of milk, two more eggs than he usually ate, and three slices of ham. Ron burped loudly, so loudly that it almost seemed to echo in the little room. Harry laughed so hard his stomach hurt. Hermione just sat there with a sour expression and glared at the two of them muttering to herself while munching on a piece of toast quietly. Harry guessed she didn't like Ron's table manners in the morning during breakfast.
After a long, never ending breakfast (because of Ron's eating habbits), Harry, Ron, and Hermione changed into more formal clothes for the wedding that was about to take place. Downstairs, Ron was complained his clothes were too small to Mrs. Weasley and Harry, while Hermione and Ginny changed her clothes upstairs in Ginny's bedroom. Ron then claimed (a few minutes later) that his clothes were too tight for him, particularly in the stomach. Hermione wore an elegant lavender dress with frills and ruffles, with a sparkly golden necklace. Her hair was straight. Harry wore his green suite from the Yule ball only three years ago (that without a doubt, made his eyes look even more green, like Lilly Evan Potter's eyes had been colored), and it still fit well, although Ron said it would look better on him becuase of his red hair. Ron wore Charlie's old suite that had a slightly burnt hole in the white shirt from playing Quiditch with Fred and George a few weeks ago. The Snitch the Weasley's owned was very naughty; it had crept down Ron's collar without him noticing, and popped out quite suddenly and forcefully, leaving a burnt hole in the shirt. Sulking all the way down the stairs from not having anything better to wear, Ron kicked a muggle ball that was lying at the bottom of the stairs - Mr. Weasley's latest "muggle mania" (as Fred and George liked to call it) was to analyze footballs, baseballs, basketballs, soccer balls, and many other kinds of balls. Unfortunately, the muggle ball Ron kicked hit Hermione's precious cat named Crookshanks; Crookshanks hissed wildly in reaction to the blow, and then continued to prance down the creaky staircase in a very royal manner. He then hissed at Ron and Harry as he pranced to his favorite spot to relax - the couch. Hermione scurried over to him, carefully picked him up, and started to try to make him feel better.
"Crookshanks, you'll be alright. It's alright." she cooed. "Come on, honey, we have a wedding to get to... I'll give you some Tuna Flakes if you come." she coaxed him softly. Crookshanks's ears pricked at the sound of "Tuna Flakes". They were his favorite kitty treat. He purred softly.
"Why isn't she that nice to me?" Ron muttered quietly, but Harry heard him. He lightly shrugged his shoulders in response to his question. Once Ron realized Harry had heard him speak, his face blazed with embarrassment.
Mrs. Weasley bustled down the stairs, and did a head count for everyone to make sure that everyone was all ready and accounted for and then exclaimed in a cheerful, almost sing-song voice, "Alright, I believe that's everyone, come on, we don't want to be late for the wedding now do we?... Wait a minute. Where's Fred and George?"
Suddenly, as though on queue, Fred and George Weasley popped into the room, wands out. They were huffing and puffing hard as they said, "WE… DIDN'T WANT… TO BE… LATE!" the twins explained in between breaths.
"We accidentally brought the wrong clocks up to bed - we had taken our latest "Clock-o-Laters" to bed. Of course, they didn't go off until about fifteen minutes ago." George further explained.
"I didn't even have time to brush my teeth - I hope there aren't any pretty girls there." Fred shuddered and looked to George with a worried expression.
"Well I had time to brush my teeth - I wonder if there are going to be any other Veela there besides Fleur..." He grinned evilly at Fred.
"Oh no!" Fred moaned, frustrated at his situation. "Does anyone have any breath mints?" Everyone shook their heads.
After Fred complained and sighed (which wasn't very pleasant for everyone else), they all used a port key as transportation to the chapel. It was a gorgeous wedding; there were flowers on the edges of the pews, mostly patches of red roses tied to silver bows. The air was full of spices (from the catering business), and some tension too. Bill was pacing the floor nervously near the door; he wore an elegant tuxedo and a top hat. He still had scars on his face from the battle from only a few months ago, but he didn't worry about them because Fleur loved them so much. In fact, she seemed to love him more with the scars than without. Fleur was practicing the perfect wedding kiss on a mannequin for her wedding while singing I'm getting married in the morning! Sadly, because of her French accent, it came out as, 'I'm geeting marr-rried in ze vorning!' Harry couldn't decide who looked funnier, Fleur or Bill… Definitely Fleur, Harry finally decided about a minute or so later, because she was actually kissing a man mannequin when she had a real man to kiss!
After a few more minutes of high tension, nerves, anticipation, and pure excitement, it was time for Bill Weasley to marry Fleur Delacour. The anticipation and mostly the excitement filled the air of the little chapel! Harry's heart was pounding hard in his chest, nervous for Bill. Ron was almost purple in the face. Mrs. Weasley looked horrified and upset, though somehow still cheerful as tears stained her cheeks. Mr. Weasley had a cheery smile on his face and turned to wink at Bill and wag his eyebrows at him. He put his hands in his pockets and sat down next to Mrs. Weasley. The music started to play. Some of the audience turned to watch the bride walk up the aisle to her soon-to-be husband. Fleur started crying, and tears melted her face, but yet a smile still stood against her cheek bone as though it were anchored to her face. Bill's eyes were almost as wide as plates, looking up and down at Fleur's beautiful silver gown with embroidered roses and rose petals. Though it was a wedding, some of the men's jaws dropped when they saw the bride, and then shot glares at Bill. Ron was now only red in the face, looking from Bill to Fleur, but mostly looking at Fleur and shaking his head, not seeming to know that he was doing that. After Fleur walked up the aisle, she looked down at her little sister who stood next to her, the flower girl, and patted her head. When the bride finally reached the groom after taking those final steps to him, most of the audience was either crying happy tears, or they had very tender expressions upon their faces. Others (who were Bill's friends) only glared at Bill.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today for a wedding of two people joined together by love… What a romantic thought… a-hem… Bill Weasley, will you care for this lovely lady in sickness and in health?" asked the priest, seriously.
"I will." Bill answered nervously, voice cracking slightly as though he thought the answer was wrong. It almost came out as a question, but thankfully, he had enough confidence to answer the question without doing that.
"I ask the same of you, Fleur Delacour." the priest murmured.
"I 'vil!" exclaimed Fleur, sounding like a tiger, eyes fierce with love and passion from her French blood.
"Good. Well then, Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour, who is now Mrs. Fleur Weasley, I pronounce you husband and wife. May you all be blessed… Oh yes, you may kiss the bride!" declared the old priest, shaking his head slightly, dazed from Fleur's beauty.
Harry couldn't look, instead he looked at Ron who clenched his fists, wrinkled his nose, frowned and snorted, and muttered to himself something Harry didn't quite catch. Then again, Harry wasn't sure if he really wanted to know what Ron was saying to himself. Harry looked back again; Bill swept Fleur off her feet and carried her all the way to the end of the aisle. The crowd cheered like a crowd cheered in a Quiditch stadium.
They left their seats to go outside. It was a lovely day, the sun was shining brightly, the sky blue, a few puffy clouds, and dew on the grass. Harry felt a wonderful warm feeling, he was welcome, and he now knew who his sort of second family was… the Weasley family. They had been close for about seven years now, from proceeding to platform nine and three quarters, all the way to where he was standing. He always was and always will be, in touch with them.
He was home when he was with his family, the Weasley's.
He looked over to the bride and groom again, and vaguely heard Fleur say over the crowd. "But Veel, I deedn't do ze perr-fect keess on you. And I practeeced all vorning long!" ("But Bill, I didn't do the perfect kiss on you. And I practiced all morning long!")
Bill laughed in response. "Love, it was a perfect kiss." They hugged, and the couple silently proceeded to the wedding reception.
Do you like it? Please review, I'll read it and reply to it.
I wrote the first seven chapters about three years ago, and I thought I might continue it. That is, if I get enough reviews. :)
~Candycane
