Well, I'm sittin' and a waitin' for the phone to ring. Seems that 'a watched pot never boils' obviously applies to watching phones that never ring. Darn it. But hey – that's beside the point. *Cracks knuckles* It's been a while since I've written anything, but this particular plot bunny has been rabbiting on (yes bad pun, I know) for a while now, and it's always nice to take a beak from my other stuff. And it's my first real one shot one chapter effort too! Go me…
Disclaimer
: Harry Potter and all the characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I'm merely borrowing to play. Do I look like someone with that much money? Trust me – if I were I would certainly not be working where I do…A Cordial Invitation.
It hit him.
And it hit him hard.
Hit him right in the stomach, with the feeling spreading throughout his body.
Sitting there, part of him was amazed that he hadn't keeled over on the spot considering how hard it had hit him.
He was still sitting there. Calmly sitting there. Nobody had realised. But then, he noted grimly, in some corner of his mind that he hadn't realised until just that second.
But when he had realised, boy, had it hurt.
But then that's what realisation does to you; when you've realised that your whole world has come to an end.
***
Was it really only a year ago? He wondered as he sat there. He wondered if it had happened to someone else sitting in this very seat over a year ago. A year ago when he'd made one of the biggest mistakes of his life.
No, he thought. Not one of the biggest. The biggest.
***
He was still sitting there. Would this torture never end? He questioned as he wondered how long was left. How long of this grim ceremony would he have to endure.
Where he kept his smile on his face but was dying inside.
He sighed. What a cliché. Dying inside.
Hermione patted his hand. "Isn't it just beautiful?" She asked him.
He must have answered somehow.
He didn't know how.
***
The ceremony was finally over. As was his hopes of happiness.
How ironic, he pondered, that this is all my own fault. I wonder if… The thought trailed off. No. There would be no wondering. No hope. Not anymore. And it was all his fault. He had after all, brought this upon himself.
His hand crushed the piece of card he held. That he had been holding all the time. He would have kept it as a souvenir. Something to remember the day by.
He already knew he never would forget it.
***
"And you introduced them at your wedding?" Said one of the other guests. "Isn't that just marvellous!"
He smiled. More smiles. Not one met his eyes.
"Shall we go?" A voice penetrated his thoughts.
Ah. His wife. His pregnant wife of 1 year exactly. Cho.
"Yes." He answered. "There's nothing more to do now."
He turned and took one last look at the happy couple, watching as his friends toasted them. Hermione and Seamus, Neville and Lavender, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, even Snape seemed pleased.
He left. He would go on with life. He was after all 'the boy who lived'.
The wedding invite slipped through his fingers and fluttered away as the breeze caught it.
"Mr & Mrs Weasley
Cordially invite you
to the wedding of their only daughter
Virginia Weasley
And
Victor Krum"