Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, all of that belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling. Please R&R, I'll try and have the whole thing up by Christmas Eve. It should only be four small chapters at most.

Part One

Snow covered the small village of Godric's Hollow turning it into a fairytale-esque sight. In #1232 Wishing Lane, the current residence of the Girl-Who-Lived, several women rushed around as they prepared for Mari and George's wedding.

"Where's the eyeshadow?" Luna called, rifeling through the contents of the downstairs bathroom.

As she passed by the open door, Ginny felt a brief stab of wistfulness over the lack of dreaminess in Luna's voice. The war and six months of captivity had almost completely destroyed it. The only thing that remained was her belief in strange creatures.

"Can someone help fix my hair for the love of Merlin?" Katie yelled for the fourth time.

"This dress will not fit!" Angelina exclaimed, struggling to get into her gown.

"That's because it's my dress!" Alicia snapped. "This is your one."

Ginny rolled her eyes as she prepared a plate of snacks for the bride, careful to keep her own champagne coloured bridesmaid robes clean. The madness of the day seemed to have made everyone forget their wands. It didn't help that Dennis (who was photographer) had enchanted his camera to float around snapping photos while he waited permission to come in.

She debated walking back upstairs for a moment then decided the risk of Splinching herself with her bad Apparating abilities was smaller than the risk of going through the gaggle of frantic bridesmaids carrying a sandwich and a glass of Calming Draught spiked butterbeer. (The previous dose was beginning to wear off.)

Upstairs, Lavender and Fleur were finished getting ready and were focused on helping Mari. The bride was still in her dressing gown. Fleur was working on her hair, massaging in a bottle of Sleekeasy's Hair Potion while Lavender was giving Mari a pedicure.

"Is everything alright down there?" Mari demanded immediately. She was beginning to look stressed again. Ginny nodded soothingly to her almost sister-in-law.

"Of course! Don't worry so much, it's just the typical chaos required on a wedding day. Everything is fine, I swear. Now eat your sandwich and drink your butterbeer. The ceremony's in two hours."

Mari nodded and accepted the plate and glass. Truthfully Ginny didn't blame Lavender for insisting on a regular dose of Calming Draught for the day. Mari would've been going spare otherwise and no one would have been able to blame her for it. Not after everything she'd been through.

If it wasn't for magic, Ginny doubted they would have been ready in time. But, somehow they were all dressed, their hair and makeup all done flawlessly and clutching their bouquets of wildflowers, posing for pictures by the door with five minutes to spare. Mari herself was in front of them, looking teary.

"Thank you all so much," she told them shakily. "For everything."

"Oh honey!" Lavender exclaimed. "You don't need to say thanks for anything. I'd do anything for you, you're my sister!" The two women embraced. In the background, Dennis snapped another photo.

"Now," Lavender declared, stepping back. "Let's go and get you married to that red-haired idiot before he starts thinking that you've realized how much you're worth and run off."

Mari giggled but nodded and led the way out to where the thestral drawn carriage waited to bring them to the church.