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Chapter I
Harry straightened his pale green tie and sighed at his reflection in the floor-length mirror. At twenty-six years old, Harry Potter had not changed much from his days as a teenager. He still possessed his father's messy jet-black hair, and his plucky expression. Harry's brilliant green eyes ran from the tie on his chest up to the eminent scar on his forehead; nope, nothing seemed to have changed at all in nine years.
At that point, Ron entered the room. He was dressed in the typical groom's attire: shiny black tux and tie with a white collared shirt. His ears had gone red, evidently out of nerves. He rushed in and said breathlessly to Harry, "Bloody hell, Harry, over half the guests are here and you're still grooming yourself!"
Harry grinned at his best mate in the long mirror. "And you look like you've been personally arranging the Queen's birthday, with three royal weddings on top of that!"
Ron ran his hands through his flaming red hair at least eight times before taking several deep breaths and closing his eyes. "Blimey, mate, this is the day I've always imagined would be the one day of living hell for me."
Harry stepped away from the mirror at last, instead walking over to the closed door leading out of the room and placing his hand on the cool handle. "You've imagined your wedding day as a living hell?"
"Yeah...Well, no, not exactly...I've always imagined that the day I marry Hermione Granger would be the one day I live in hell." Ron replied.
Harry laughed and pulled his best mate to the door.
Together Harry and Ron walked out to the altar, and awaited Hermione's dramatic entrance; she had been rehearsing it for weeks. Ron chuckled nervously and said to Harry, his best man, "W-wonder what's so fabulous about this entrance that makes Hermione so hell bent on having it perfect!"
Harry shrugged, though he knew why this entrance was so important to Hermione. It was certainly going to be fantastic, and he knew Ron would find it so. He glanced over all of the guests, surveying their faces and identifying every visitor; in the crowd, he saw Neville sitting in a flashy purple tux and looking ecstatic. Sitting near Neville was the ever-glamorous Parvati Patil (Lavender Brown had refused to come), and sitting by her was Tonks, her hair long, black, and shiny, a gorgeous Fleur, an excited Bill, a cheerful Charlie, a bored pair of Fred and George with their girlfriends, and, to Harry's surprise, Percy. He looked lonely and out of place amidst all of his siblings. Harry moved his gaze instead to the back of the very old church, and the lights began to dim. Oh, dear...Here it was, Hermione's big entrance.
At first, the low, rumbling organ began to play, and then the huge double doors from the back of the church flew open, and an explosion of light blinded the squealing audience; but that wasn't it. Once the light had cleared, a dozen pure white doves twittered as they flew into the rafters. At the fore of the parade, a small girl with curly light brown hair who looked distantly related to Hermione was throwing handful upon handful of white rose petals over the whispering audience. Harry craned his neck, and saw Hermione on the arm of her excited father, Henry Granger. He couldn't see her face from this distance, but he did see a formation of live, sparkling golden fairies escorting the Grangers down the aisle. They carried what looked like a blanket of bright white flowers over Hermione and her father, and after a few seconds, Harry could see his second best mate in her beautiful white wedding gown, her lush brown hair expertly curled, and her makeup applied fantastically. She looked like a princess in her dress.
"Bloody hell..." Ron breathed. Harry chuckled quietly at his friend's words. He decided to second that remark.
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