"Ron, get up!" came the voice from beyond the door. "We have to go. You too, Harry." Hermione hammered on the door once more before barging in. "You two, seriously. Get out of bed. Ron, your mother won't stop hounding me about dress fittings and seating arrangements. I can't take it. My parents are on their way and you haven't even gotten up."

"I'm up. I'm up. Seriously, woman, give me a moment." The groggy voice came from under the pillow. "What time is it?"

"It's after nine. You two were supposed to be awake an hour ago. I've been up for two hours dealing with your mother and the wedding planner, least you could do is come be the buffer."

"I'll be down in a moment. Promise. Will you check on Harry before you go? I'm just going to have a quick shower."

"Yes, of course. Just hurry."

As Ron left the room Hermione made her way over to the opposite bed. "Harry, are you awake?"

"Yeah, 'Mione. Just need a moment. My leg started acting up last night. I'm just a little stiff." Harry groaned and struggled to sit up in bed.

"Do you need me to help?" she asked with concern

"Just hand over the rest of me. I think I'll feel better once I look normal." he reached for his glasses and put them on. Hermione turned and grabbed the plastic limb beside the bed along with the metal, curved attachment.

Harry arranged what was left of his left leg into the sock and placed a plastic cover over that. Hermione slowly slipped the prosthetic into place and made sure it was secure. "What pants you want?" she asked as she turned towards his bags

"Any pair of jeans will do. Thanks, 'Mione, I think I can handle it from here." she smiled and handed him the jeans.

"Alright, well I will see you two downstairs." She kissed Ron as he walked back into the room and she left.

"You doing okay, Mate?" Harry shrugged. He wasn't sure how he should feel. It had been about two months since he had been released from the hospital and everything had changed. His friends had not let him be alone since.

"Are you two sure I'm not intruding? I do have my own place I can stay at if you want me gone." he said all this as he attached a metal curved piece that acted as his foot. He stood and faced his best friend. Ron looked sheepishly back. "I'm not kidding. You two are getting married in a month. I shouldn't be in the middle of all your business. You two haven't even shared a bed since I came to stay here three weeks ago.

"Harry, stop. We wouldn't want you anywhere else. You're my best man, you're supposed to be here. As for not sleeping together it's hard to do that when you're under your parent's roof, am I right?"

Harry smiled at the red head and finished changing. After putting on a fresh shirt he made his way slowly to the bathroom. Checking his reflection in the mirror the brunette decided that the newest scare on his right cheek looked more jagged than he remembered. He hated the fact that it climbed all the way up to his temple and into his hair line. The knife that made the cut had been enchanted with dark magic which caused the scar to never heal properly. 'Just another scare that makes me recognizable to the whole of the Wizarding World.' thought Harry to himself. He tried to comb his hair to no avail and left the room.

Making his way downstairs he could hear the chatter of voices coming from the kitchen. He stopped in the living room as he caught a glimpse of someone outside the window. The only daughter to be born to the Weasley's was standing out in the chilly, fall air as she talked animatedly to someone on her cell phone. She waved her hand angrily one last time before ending the call. Still muttering to herself, she walked through the door and abruptly stopped.

"Oh, Harry, it's just you. I thought you were Mum or Dad at first. How are you?". She smiled and gave him a warm hug.

"I'm fine, Gin. How are you?"

She grimaced sarcastically, "Oh, you know. Work is being a pain again. They keep asking me exactly when Ron and Hermione are getting married even though I have told them a million times. I can't miss it, I'm the Maid of Honor." she smiled. "Then Dean called earlier asking when I was free for our anniversary. I hope he makes it back from New York soon."

There was a dreamy look on her face as she thought of Dean. After a moment she shook her head and hugged Harry again. "I hope everything is going okay for you. Are you adjusting well?" Ginny had used her concerned healer voice.

"Why, yes, Healer Thomas." Harry joked

"Oh, stop. I just care. You're my brother, it's my job." she grinned again and turned to make her way into the kitchen. Harry followed and heard everyone greet the youngest member of the family.

Breakfast was a busy time in the Weasley house. Molly bustled around making sure everyone ate and got their fill as she fussed over the cleaning. Everyone chatted and laughed while helping themselves to the array of goodies.

All of a sudden a black owl swooped in through the kitchen window and landed on the counter top. With a loud hoot it stuck out it's leg and stared at the group. Molly walked over and untied the letter. As soon as the animal was free of it's burden it flew back out the window. The matriarch of glanced down and her eyes grew wide as she recognized the crest stamped on the envelope. When she turned the letter over she gasped.

"Harry … it's for you." she quietly spluttered.

'Me? Who is writing to me?' he thought as he stood and made his way over to Molly. He took the envelope carefully and his jaw dropped when he recognized the stamp.

"Who is it Harry?" Hermione looked at him worriedly.

"Malfoy."