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Harry slowly opened his eyes, reaching for his glasses. He sat up, roughly put his glasses on, and looked at his clock. 3:47. Harry groaned, and put his glasses back on the bed side cabinet. He couldn't sleep at all, his head was buzzing. Of excitement, he was trying to convince himself, but he wasn't so sure. It was his wedding day, he should be overjoyed, but his stomach felt like it had just been punched, and his head was aching with thoughts of what could go wrong.

Again, he reached for his glasses and got out of bed. Feeling like he hadn't slept in days, Harry walked to his bathroom, turned the tap on, and splashed his face with cold water. It hit his face harshly, as if someone had just slapped him. He walked out of the bathroom, and started pacing up and down his bedroom. For 2 days, he had been staying at the Leaky Cauldron; today being the last. He wondered what Ginny was doing right now. A smile came across his face, and he chuckled silently. She would be sleeping, obviously. Harry was glad that she probably wouldn't be going through the stress that he was.

Peacefully, Harry awoke from his sleep. The clock read 10:00. Suddenly, a thought stormed into Harry's mind, hitting him. He was getting married today.

Harry jumped out of his bed, grabbed the coat hanging on the back of the rocking chair in the corner, and ran out of his room. As he raced downstairs, he could hear his heart thumping. The wedding started in half an hour, how could he have slept so long? His portkey had left an hour ago, making his decision obvious that he had to fly.

He yanked his wand out of his coat pocket and yelled,

"ACCIO BROOM!"

His broom suddenly came flying out from nowhere. As it sped past him, he jumped on to it, taking control over the Firebolt.

Harry was flying for what seemed like hours until he finally got to the . He ran inside the back door, avoiding all the guests. He ran upstairs, past the room where he heard Ginny and her bridesmaids talking, laughing, and into Ron's old bedroom.

After double checking his appearance in the mirror, he ran downstairs, to the garden, where the ceremony was being held.

"Harry, where have you been? I've been worried sick, I thought something happened to you, and, well, it really doesn't matter, you're here now." Hermione gave Harry a tight hug, and then faced him again.

"We've all been waiting for you. You better go tell the priest you're here, so the wedding can start."

Harry and Ginny looked into each others eyes. Harry felt an urge to hug her, kiss her, pull her into his arms and tell her that he loved her.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Harry leaned in to kiss Ginny, but stopped when he heard shouting. About six men, masked, pointing there wands straight at us, at Ginny.

"Avada Kedavra!"

There was a flash of light, a piercing scream, forever lasting in Harry's mind.