Harry stood in the room he had shared with Ron many times, over the years. In less than an hour, he was going to marry his best friend's little sister.
As he faced the mirror, straightening his tie, he heard the door open and Mrs. Weasley's voice say, "He's in here, go on."
He looked at the blonde standing awkwardly in the doorway and grinned, "So, you got the invitation, then?"
"Yeah."
"You all come?"
"Mum did. Dad couldn't force himself. You know him."
"Didn't expect him to. But, ten years ago, I wouldn't have expected you to be on the invite list, either."
The blonde chuckled. "Honestly, I still didn't expect it. But, I'm glad to be here. She's lovely, you know, your fiancée."
Harry grinned, "Yeah, she's something." He walked over to the window and looked out onto the lawn at the people being seated. "You ought to be down there, with your mum. She'll be lost without you."
"Yeah. See you in a bit … Harry."
He turned to leave.
"Hey, Dudley." Harry said.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for coming."
