Chapter 1- The Wedding
Harry leaned against one of the golden pillars within the tent, his eyes gazing over the crowd. He smirked as he saw Hermione trying to teach Ron how to dance in the middle of the floor. Mrs Weasley kept hugging Bill and Fleur, tears of happiness streaming down her face and Mr Weasley was in deep conversation with Percy and Lupin.
Harry's focus then turned to Ginny who was currently dancing with Lee Jordan. She looked so beautiful in the golden bridesmaid's dress, her fiery ginger hair slightly curled. He was eager to dance with her however every time he stepped on the dance floor, either a guest would try and start a conversation with him or Mrs Weasley would try and grab him and get him to dance with her.
As he continued to scan the room he noticed Elphias Doge, immediately recognising him from his photo in the Daily Prophet that he had read earlier that day. Harry approached him.
"May I sit down?"
"Of course Mr Potter" he replied, motioning to the chair in front of him.
"I saw the obituary you wrote in the Daily Prophet" said Harry. "I didn't realise you knew Dumbledore so well."
"I've known Dumbledore for most of my life, certainly the longest if you don't count his brother Aberforth. That's why that vulture pestered me to talk to her for her new book."
"You mean Rita Skeeter?" Harry asked.
"Yes that dreadful woman, don't believe anything she writes Harry!"
Suddenly an elderly woman sat on the table opposite them turned around to face them. Harry recognised her as Aunt Muriel.
"We both know who spilled the beans on Dumbledore to Rita Skeeter Elphias" she said, having clearly listened to their conversation.
"Who?" Harry asked,
"Bathilda Bagshot. She was an old friend of Dumbledore's" Muriel explained. " A well worth trip to Godric's Hollow, I'd have thought."
"Godric's Hollow? Bathilda Bagshot lives in Godric's Hollow?"
"She's been there forever, that's where she met Dumbledore, when his family moved there."
"Dumbledore lived there too?" Harry asked confused. Dumbledore had never told him that.
"Of course dear boy, are you sure you knew him at all?"
Suddenly, something large and silver came flying through the canopy over the dance floor. The patronus hovered in the air and everyone froze. Then a loud, deep voice came from it which Harry identified as Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"The Ministry has fallen. The Ministry of Magic is dead. They are coming… They are coming."
Harry jumped to his feet and drew his wand. The crowd had gone into panic as Death Eaters began surrounding the tent. Spells were flying all around him. To his left, he saw one guest get hit by the killing curse and another guest flew across one of the tables and landed in a heap on the floor.
Harry looked around and spotted Ginny at the other end of the tent. He sprinted over to her and grabbed her arm pulling her towards him. Seconds later, Lupin was ushering them towards the middle of the dance floor. He caught sight of Ron and Hermione and Lupin pushed Harry and Ginny towards them.
"Go! Get out of here!" Lupin cried.
The four of them grabbed hold of one another and disapparated out of the tent away from the chaos.