Standard disclaimer applies: I don't own 'em, I just love 'em. Don't sue me, I mean no harm.

Much love to my awesome beta sepiadude24. Without him it wouldn't be postable, and we don't want that.


Harry sat back in his chair on the Weasleys' backyard, waiting for the wedding to begin. Harry began to think time had stopped and was mocking him from afar. Soon a low gong was heard and the bridesmaids began walking out. Gabrielle came first, looking stunning in her pale gold dress and holding a bouquet of beautiful calla lilies. Harry was not watching Gabrielle; he was watching the red-haired, tall, equally beautiful girl behind her. Ginny walked slowly, her dress trailing behind her. Her bouquet was of red roses, and they perfectly matched her hair.

Next to him, Hermione squeezed his hand as if to say, "Don't worry about it. Just be happy for Bill and Fleur." And he knew he should be, but somehow he just couldn't bring himself to be happy for their joy when he was so desolate. He knew he was being selfish, but he just couldn't help it.

Then Fleur walked out. Even Harry had to blink a few times to clear his head after the sight of her in her pure white gown had hit him, and next to Hermione, Ron was closing his mouth, which had fallen open. He seemed dazed, and Harry stifled a small smile.

Fleur walked up to where Bill was waiting for her, a broad grin on both of their faces. Mr. Weasley stood beaming, ready to marry his second son off to Fleur. Up in the front row, Mrs. Weasley began to cry quietly.

Harry sat on his bed a few hours later, after all the festivities were over and the bride and groom had left to begin their honeymoon and new life together. He had been given his own room for this weekend, so he was guaranteed some privacy as he reflected. Mostly, he was reflecting on Ginny, and how she had looked, laughing and talking with Bill and Fleur. He groaned and rolled over onto his back, covering his face with his pillow.

A soft knock came at the door, and he heard Hermione's voice call through the door, "Harry? Can we come in?" So she has Ron with her, he thought. "Come on in," he said. Hermione came and sat on the edge of his bed, while Ron sat on the armchair by the window.

"Harry, are you okay? I knew that things would be a little off with Ginny, but you looked really depressed." Hermione's face peered sympathetically at his.

"Hermione, I'm fine, really. I appreciate your coming up here to check on me and all, but I'm fine." Harry swung up so he was sitting on the bed. "Is your mom still crying?" he asked Ron jokingly. Ron laughed and shook his head. "Come on, let's go downstairs." Harry led the way to the door.

When they got downstairs, Mrs. Weasley looked up from where she was sitting at the table with Mr. Weasley, Ginny, and Charlie. "Oh, Harry, Hermione, Ron, there you are. Fred and George left about fifteen minutes ago. They said to come by the shop sometime; they've got something for you three. Here, sit down, I'll make up some tea."

Harry avoided Ginny's eyes as he sat down next to Charlie, who said, "So, Harry, staying long?" Harry shook his head mutely and accepted the mug of tea handed to him by Mrs. Weasley. Charlie said, "Hey, Mum, got any of that fabulous cake left?" Mrs. Weasley started, said, "Of course! My mistake," and passed out slices.

"So, Harry. Where are you planning to go once you leave here?" Ginny asked, with no coolness in her voice, only mild curiousity. Harry swallowed his bite of cake and took a sip of tea, glad for the distraction. "Um, I'm not sure yet. Godric's Hollow, probably, but after that I really don't know," he managed to get out without looking at her.

"I expect Ron and Hermione insisted on going with you?" This remark came not from Ginny, but from Mr. Weasley. When Harry nodded, Mr. Weasley commented, "Yes, Ron's already had words with us about leaving. Molly, of course, was quite reluctant, but in the end she said it was alright, as long as he stayed with you two." Harry blinked in surprise; he had not expected her to allow Ron to go.

Sitting uncomfortably in his chair, he could feel Ginny's eyes boring into him. Harry cast about for another subject to talk about. "So, Mr. Weasley, great job with the ministering." Mr. Weasley beamed and began talking to Harry about Muggle weddings, pressing for details about everything from the rehearsal dinner to all the types of cake and festivities. Harry just kind of soaked it all in, mumbling an answer when Mr. Weasley pressed for one, for it was not his exact forte of knowledge.

Finishing off the last bites of his cake and swallowing his tea, Harry stood up. "Thanks for the tea and cake, Mrs. Weasley. I'm a bit tired; I think I'll go up to bed now. See you all tomorrow." Hermione and Ron stood up with him, and they all proceeded to the stairs, talking in hushed voices. None of them saw Ginny stand up quietly and follow them.

Later that night, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat up in the kitchen, talking about another of their children. Mrs. Weasley said, "Arthur, did you see the way Harry wouldn't look at Ginny? The way she seemed to be following him up the stairs, rather than just going up?"

Mr. Weasley nodded. "Yes, and I noticed it at the ceremony, too. Actually, I pulled her aside and found out what was going on." In answer to Mrs. Weasley's questioning and somewhat commanding look, he explained, "You remember Ginny's letter about her and Harry? Yes? Well, it turns out he broke up with her at Albus' funeral, to keep her safe from what I gathered. She's furious, but I managed to convince her that she should talk to him."

"Arthur, are you sure that's wise? You know how temperamental she can get and he didn't seem to be in the best of moods earlier…" She trailed off at the quelling look in her husband's eyes.

"Molly, let them handle things themselves. Anyway, I gave her some advice. I gave her the same advice that your brother Gideon gave me when we had our huge fight, and it worked pretty well that time, didn't it?"

"What advice was that, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked suspiciously. Mr. Weasley grinned and leaned forward, whispering said advice to his wife so no prying ears could hear.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and nodded. "Yes, that could work. That could definitely work."


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