Disclaimer - I didn't make up anything. Rowling's the woman.
I have a lot more of this written, but I don't know how to put it up so hit and trial will have to do, and there is a plot but only after the fourth chapter.
CHAPTER 1 - Of Marriages and more Mayhem
Harry Potter was bored. It was not very common for him to be bored for usually the Dursleys kept him too busy for any emotion but exhaustion, but they had been acting unusually subdued the last month and he had nothing to do. He pulled out his homework from under his bed where he usually kept it and began reading the first question. 'Describe the magic practiced by the Sorcerers of Ancient Rome and Greece with special reference to Circe and Medea.'
For most people this might have been a slightly unusual homework but for Harry Potter it was nothing exceptional, for Harry was a wizard. A wizard studying in a wizarding school and practicing magic. Harry chewed meditatively on his quill and was just about to start writing when he heard a noise at his window. He opened it and four birds flew in - 3 owls and what appeared to be a tiny ball of fur. The biggest of the owls, a magnificent white owl called Hedwig, who was Harry's own alighted on his shoulder and dropped a letter in his lap. The others staidly put theirs down, except for the little ball, which kept flying to and fro excitedly.
"Oh Pig," groaned Harry as he pulled the owl down. "Stay still, will you, you dratted thing." He detached the letter and pushed the bird into cage where all the other birds regarded him with utter contempt. Harry settled down to reading his letters. All his friends had written. There was Ron's, Sirius's, Hermione's and Hagrid's. Of course as it was his birthday this wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was that there were no presents. However…
He opened Ron's first.
Dear Harry,
Guess what? Percy is getting married. And guess who to. No not Penelope Clearwater, but Fleur Delacour. They met during the Tri-Wizard tournament and et voila. It happened. Of course you are invited. Hermione will pick you up (muggle transport) and will bring you to the Burrow. See you then.
P.S. you will get your present then. Happy Birthday
P.P.S Fleur, my sister in law. No!!!!
P.P.P.S. Hope your scar isn't hurting.
Ron.
Harry grinned. Fleur and Percy, he could not imagine a more incongruous couple. He had to buy them something as a gift, but till then. He opened Sirius's next. It was very short.
Dear Harry,
Still on the run. Dumbledore is hiding me. Be careful. Will meet you in Hogsmead. Voldemort lying low. Here's your gift.
Snuffles
Inside the envelope lay a small golden key. He recognized it as a key to one of the Gringotts vault and took it to mean that the gift was in the vault. He was glad Sirius was still free, but he was afraid for him.
Hermione's letter was characteristic
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday. I am on a trip to Jerusalem. The cradle of Christianity. Did you know Jesus was a wizard? I could hardly believe it. I've been reading so much about Jewish magic. It is fascinating. Did you hear about Percy? I was so surprised. I thought Fleur was interested in Bill, but I guess you never know. I'll pick you up by car on Friday and my parents will take us to Ron's place. I heard what happened last time. Fred and George, really!!!! I wonder what they'll do at the wedding. Nothing too disastrous I hope. I'll give your present when I meet you too. The Mossad is appalling. See you.
Love,
Hermione
Hagrids envelope held nothing but a ring, charmingly carved in ivory, set with a small green stone, which surprisingly matched his eyes. He wondered what it was but as no letter accompanied it, he was left in doubt. Harry lay back and stretched luxuriously. He knew that before he knew it, Friday would be here.
The next morning he confronted his uncle. Vernon Dursley had lost weight due to his sons diet, though Dudley still looked like a young Orca. He was still a big man, but not a gigantic one. Also Harry, though he didn't know it had grown considerably. He was now an easy 5'10; lean but muscular, his green eyes blazing in a tanned face. His hair was still untamable, but now instead of looking unruly, it just looked masculinely ruffled. Harry had grown up to be a good-looking young man over the summer.
"Uncle Vernon, I have to go for a friend's wedding on Friday and I won't come back for the remaining holidays. May I go?"
"One of your sort, I suppose. You get married? That surprises me. I thought you'd have pagan rituals or something. Yes I suppose you can go, but it's only because we are joining Marge in Majorca. Now, go mow the lawn."
Harry walked out thankfully, knowing that if Uncle Vernon hadn't agreed he'd have had to pull the final thread. He'd have had to use Sirius's name as a lever. This had been easier than he'd thought. After all how many people had suspected murderers for godfathers. Not many he knew, that's for certain.
He leaned on the lawn mower, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. It was July, it was supposed to be hot, but this was ridiculous. The heat was tropical. He was about to begin mowing again, when he heard a squeak. What the hell… He turned around and looking at the bush sternly said "Dobby, come out. What do you think you are doing, skulking in the hedges?"
The little house elf emerged sheepishly and then throwing caution to the winds ran and grabbed Harry's knees in abject affection. Harry disentangled himself and grinned at the elf. "So Dobby, what are you doing here?"
"Dobby here to invite you, Harry Potter sir. Dobby getting married to Winky. Dobby would be very pleased and honored if Sir would come."
Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Why I'd be glad to come, Dobby. When is it? I'll try to make it."
"On Thursday next, Harry Potter, Sir" squeaked the elf.
"Oh I'll be at Ron's." said Harry rather ruefully, since he was deeply interested in the marriage ceremonies of house elves.
"Bring Weezy, Harry Potter sir. Please bring Weezy. Weezy great wizard. He gave Dobby sweater."
Harry burst out laughing. "Okay. I'll talk to Ron and we'll see what we can do. We'll try to come," he said
As Dobby left, Harry thought of coincidences. What were the chances of being invited to two weddings in one day? I mean, what next? Nearly Headless Nick and Moaning Myrtle would announce their nuptials? Shuddering at the very thought, Harry went in.
I have a lot more of this written, but I don't know how to put it up so hit and trial will have to do, and there is a plot but only after the fourth chapter.
CHAPTER 1 - Of Marriages and more Mayhem
Harry Potter was bored. It was not very common for him to be bored for usually the Dursleys kept him too busy for any emotion but exhaustion, but they had been acting unusually subdued the last month and he had nothing to do. He pulled out his homework from under his bed where he usually kept it and began reading the first question. 'Describe the magic practiced by the Sorcerers of Ancient Rome and Greece with special reference to Circe and Medea.'
For most people this might have been a slightly unusual homework but for Harry Potter it was nothing exceptional, for Harry was a wizard. A wizard studying in a wizarding school and practicing magic. Harry chewed meditatively on his quill and was just about to start writing when he heard a noise at his window. He opened it and four birds flew in - 3 owls and what appeared to be a tiny ball of fur. The biggest of the owls, a magnificent white owl called Hedwig, who was Harry's own alighted on his shoulder and dropped a letter in his lap. The others staidly put theirs down, except for the little ball, which kept flying to and fro excitedly.
"Oh Pig," groaned Harry as he pulled the owl down. "Stay still, will you, you dratted thing." He detached the letter and pushed the bird into cage where all the other birds regarded him with utter contempt. Harry settled down to reading his letters. All his friends had written. There was Ron's, Sirius's, Hermione's and Hagrid's. Of course as it was his birthday this wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was that there were no presents. However…
He opened Ron's first.
Dear Harry,
Guess what? Percy is getting married. And guess who to. No not Penelope Clearwater, but Fleur Delacour. They met during the Tri-Wizard tournament and et voila. It happened. Of course you are invited. Hermione will pick you up (muggle transport) and will bring you to the Burrow. See you then.
P.S. you will get your present then. Happy Birthday
P.P.S Fleur, my sister in law. No!!!!
P.P.P.S. Hope your scar isn't hurting.
Ron.
Harry grinned. Fleur and Percy, he could not imagine a more incongruous couple. He had to buy them something as a gift, but till then. He opened Sirius's next. It was very short.
Dear Harry,
Still on the run. Dumbledore is hiding me. Be careful. Will meet you in Hogsmead. Voldemort lying low. Here's your gift.
Snuffles
Inside the envelope lay a small golden key. He recognized it as a key to one of the Gringotts vault and took it to mean that the gift was in the vault. He was glad Sirius was still free, but he was afraid for him.
Hermione's letter was characteristic
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday. I am on a trip to Jerusalem. The cradle of Christianity. Did you know Jesus was a wizard? I could hardly believe it. I've been reading so much about Jewish magic. It is fascinating. Did you hear about Percy? I was so surprised. I thought Fleur was interested in Bill, but I guess you never know. I'll pick you up by car on Friday and my parents will take us to Ron's place. I heard what happened last time. Fred and George, really!!!! I wonder what they'll do at the wedding. Nothing too disastrous I hope. I'll give your present when I meet you too. The Mossad is appalling. See you.
Love,
Hermione
Hagrids envelope held nothing but a ring, charmingly carved in ivory, set with a small green stone, which surprisingly matched his eyes. He wondered what it was but as no letter accompanied it, he was left in doubt. Harry lay back and stretched luxuriously. He knew that before he knew it, Friday would be here.
The next morning he confronted his uncle. Vernon Dursley had lost weight due to his sons diet, though Dudley still looked like a young Orca. He was still a big man, but not a gigantic one. Also Harry, though he didn't know it had grown considerably. He was now an easy 5'10; lean but muscular, his green eyes blazing in a tanned face. His hair was still untamable, but now instead of looking unruly, it just looked masculinely ruffled. Harry had grown up to be a good-looking young man over the summer.
"Uncle Vernon, I have to go for a friend's wedding on Friday and I won't come back for the remaining holidays. May I go?"
"One of your sort, I suppose. You get married? That surprises me. I thought you'd have pagan rituals or something. Yes I suppose you can go, but it's only because we are joining Marge in Majorca. Now, go mow the lawn."
Harry walked out thankfully, knowing that if Uncle Vernon hadn't agreed he'd have had to pull the final thread. He'd have had to use Sirius's name as a lever. This had been easier than he'd thought. After all how many people had suspected murderers for godfathers. Not many he knew, that's for certain.
He leaned on the lawn mower, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. It was July, it was supposed to be hot, but this was ridiculous. The heat was tropical. He was about to begin mowing again, when he heard a squeak. What the hell… He turned around and looking at the bush sternly said "Dobby, come out. What do you think you are doing, skulking in the hedges?"
The little house elf emerged sheepishly and then throwing caution to the winds ran and grabbed Harry's knees in abject affection. Harry disentangled himself and grinned at the elf. "So Dobby, what are you doing here?"
"Dobby here to invite you, Harry Potter sir. Dobby getting married to Winky. Dobby would be very pleased and honored if Sir would come."
Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Why I'd be glad to come, Dobby. When is it? I'll try to make it."
"On Thursday next, Harry Potter, Sir" squeaked the elf.
"Oh I'll be at Ron's." said Harry rather ruefully, since he was deeply interested in the marriage ceremonies of house elves.
"Bring Weezy, Harry Potter sir. Please bring Weezy. Weezy great wizard. He gave Dobby sweater."
Harry burst out laughing. "Okay. I'll talk to Ron and we'll see what we can do. We'll try to come," he said
As Dobby left, Harry thought of coincidences. What were the chances of being invited to two weddings in one day? I mean, what next? Nearly Headless Nick and Moaning Myrtle would announce their nuptials? Shuddering at the very thought, Harry went in.