Chapter 2

The Wedding

The suffocating vacuum of apparating dissipated as the cool night materialized in front of Harry and Ginny, who were feeling slightly windswept. All was quiet for a moment, and then Ron burst out.

"Finally! What took you so long? We've been waiting here for at least fifteen minutes. I was a just about to come after you lot."

"Oh," said Harry, realizing he had no excuse to give. "We were..."

"There's no need to tell us," said Hermione hastily. "We get the picture." Harry became very thankful for the darkness, which masked his reddened face.

"It's a pity we couldn't have apparated into the house," said Ginny. "Mum's guaranteed to catch me. That blasted clock knows everything." She was referring to the clock in the Weasley Kitchen that told where ever family member was, rather than the time

"Yes, but all of our hands have been pointing at "mortal peril" since You-Know-Who came into the open. So no need to worry, eh?" Ron pointed out.

"Guess again, Ronnykins."

All four of them jumped out of their skins at the sound of a fifth voice, which laughed joyously at their reaction. Fred and George stepped into their range of vision.

"You two," Ron said angrily. "When I get my hands on you-"

"Save it," Fred interrupted. "Mum's gone ballistic. She's been worried sick about you three arriving so late. And as for Ginny..." he turned to her, "I suggest you volunteer to do our chores for about a month."

"Why? Mum will just assign them to me anyway when I get in there."

"No she won't, because she doesn't know. We'll stick up for you, of course, but it will require your services..." George said.

"No, thanks. I think I can handle myself," she said in a very final tone.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged. "We gave you a chance." The twins turned around and headed toward the house.

"Those two," said Ginny, brow furrowed. "Er, I'd better get inside. I'll sneak around back. See you in the morning!" She gave Harry's hand a warm squeeze and stalked off into the darkness.

"Come on. If Mum is already worried, we'd better get there quick as we can." Ron marched ahead of the other two across the yard to the front door. As soon as they stepped onto the doorstep the lights in the kitchen flicked on and there was a muffled scream.

"You're here!" Mrs. Weasley cried, ushering them inside and hugging them each in turn. "Oh we missed you! And where have you been? You were supposed to be here hours ago! I've been worried sick!" She threw her arms around Ron and held him tightly.

"Mum, I can't breathe!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, sorry dear," she said, letting him go a little reluctantly. "So," she said, looking at all three of them, "Did you have a strong desire to scare me half to death, or are you just fashionably late?" she asked accusingly.

"We didn't even get your letter until a few hours ago!" Ron said defensively.

"And why on earth didn't you leave then?" Mrs. Weasley said, hands on her hips.

"Well..." Ron began.

Harry tried to help. "We, er..."

"They had stayed up all night the night before playing Exploding Snap," Hermione cut in, giving the boys an exasperated look. "They wanted a few hours sleep."

"Ah, I see." said Mrs. Weasley. "Well, in that case, it's off to bed with you. We've got a big day tomorrow, what with the wedding and all, so I want you to get some sleep." As they started shuffling up the stairs, Mrs. Weasley called after them quietly. "And be quiet up there. Fred and George are sleeping in your room, Ron, and Ginny is in hers."

"And I'm sure they're all sleeping right now," Ron muttered sarcastically.

"We also have a guest, so don't talk! Just go to bed. Bed!" Mrs. Weasley added, seeing Ron open his mouth to say something.

They marched quietly up the stairs, not speaking to each other. It had just hit Harry how tired he was. He dragged his feet to the top level of the house, where Ron's room rested precariously. He and Ron said goodnight to Hermione, and they stumbled into the room. Fred and George were snoring loudly, so they said nothing as they crawled into bed. As soon as Harry's head hit the pillows, he felt his consciousness slipping and appreciatively fell asleep.

He was walking in a forest; it was dark and quiet. As he moved further in, he began to hear voices. Voices that were very familiar to him.

"Harry, I can't believe you could do such a thing." It sounded like Hermione. "We trusted you for years, and you went off and did this!"

"What?" Harry asked, confused. "What did I do?"

Ron's voice floated to his ears. "You killed Cedric."

"No! It wasn't my fault!" Harry shouted, whirling around, looking for his friends. But only their voices came to him, haunting him in the depths of the forest.

"Yes it was!" interrupted Hermione. "And Sirius. All your fault."

"It was an accident!" Harry cried out. "I didn't mean for it to happen!"

"But it did."

"No! I-"

"And now," came Ginny's voice, completely disgusted, "now you've killed Dumbledore. I can't believe you. I never want to see you again, you monster!"

"Ginny!" Harry called out. "Ginny, no! I didn't. Please! Ron! Hermione! I- I'm sorry!"

"Sorry is not good enough, you bloody murderer!" the voice echoed throughout the forest.

Harry ran, trying to get away from the voices. Branches whipped across his face as he sprinted into a clearing. Suddenly, he stopped dead.

High above him, staining the starry sky, was an emerald green skull with a snake protruding out of its mouth. The Dark Mark. He looked wildly around him. He was standing amongst bodies, all pale and lifeless. When he stepped closer to see who they were he gasped. Hermione was lying dead on the ground. He backed away from her and tripped, falling to the earth. He turned to see what he had tripped over, and he found himself staring into Ron's lifeless eyes. Scrambling to his feet, he realized that everyone he cared for was in this clearing, all of them dead. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Fred. George. Lupin. Neville. Luna. Ginny...

"NO!" Harry screamed, falling to his knees in anguish. "Who did this?" he yelled into the night. A high, cold voice laughed softly in his ear.

"Come, Harry. Come and finish what we started," it cackled.

Suddenly Harry's scar seared with pain, blinding him completely. It was pain beyond imagining. He felt sick and dizzy. He just wanted to let go and die...

"Harry! HARRY!"

His eye's snapped open. He was drenched in sweat and clutching his scar, which was burning painfully. Breathing heavily, Harry tried to make sense of the blurry shapes swimming across his vision.

"Harry!"

Ron's pale face came into view, shaking him awake. Fred and George were on the other side of him, looking alarmed. Harry suddenly felt very sick and retched over the side of the bed.

"Watch it!" said George, stepping back.

Trembling uncontrollably, Harry grimaced and swallowed heavily. "S-sorry." He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and tried to get up. He was pushed back down, for which he felt grateful. His scar was still throbbing.

The door to the bedroom burst open, and Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, and Ginny came filing in.

"What happened?" Mrs. Weasley demanded, assessing the scene, and rushing to Harry's bedside, feeling his forehead.

"He-he was muttering in his sleep," Ron began.

"Something about it being all his fault," Fred interrupted.

"And then he started having a fit, clutching his scar," George finished.

"Well," said Mrs. Weasley, "You don't have a fever. Are you alright, Harry dear?"

Harry started to nod his head, but had to stop quickly for fear it might fall off. "I just... had a bad dream. That's all."

"That must have been some bad dream, to make you react like that," said George disbelievingly.

"Yeah, do all bad dreams make you're scar hurt?" asked Fred.

Harry frowned as he thought for a moment, still trembling a bit. "No, actually. It... It usually doesn't," he said, rubbing his forehead absently. "It hasn't done that for more than a year."

"Yes, didn't Professor Dumbledore say that Voldemort was practicing Occlumency against you?" asked Hermione, while all of the Weasleys winced at the sound of the name.

"Yeah," said Harry, sitting up, this time to no objections. "He... he didn't want me in his head. He didn't want me to see his plans." Everyone around him suddenly paled, looking more worried than before.

"You don't think You-Know-Who is trying to do you in through your dreams again..." said Ron uncertainly. "Do you?"

"Harry, what was your dream about?" asked Ginny.

He looked around at them all. He really ought to tell them, he knew that. They had all been in it, anyway. But you can't, said a voice in his head. They'll never look at you the same way again.

"I... I don't remember," said Harry, looking away. They all stared at him, as if to say, "I can't believe you're trying to pull that on us. We know you still remember."

"Come on, Harry, you can tell us!" Fred cajoled.

"No, really, my scar hurt so bad I kind of blocked it out, I guess," said Harry, trying to sound as casual as possible.

They all looked at him curiously. Mrs. Weasley pressed a little further. "Are you sure, Harry?"

He looked into her eyes for a moment, wishing he could tell her, but he couldn't. Speaking it aloud would make it too real.

"Yeah," he lied. "I'm sure."

"Well," said Mrs. Weasley in a tone as if to say there was nothing more to it. "That's that. Ron, if you will please-"

"What about Harry's scar, though?" asked George. "That only hurts when it has something to do with You-Know-Who, right Harry?"

Harry touched it gingerly. The pain was gone now, but it had hurt so much a moment ago that he wanted to be careful. "Yeah," he replied. "But I wouldn't worry too much about it," he said, trying to shrug it off. He looked around for a clock. "What time is it?"

Fred looked at his watch. "Five thirty in the morning."

Mrs. Weasley gasped. "Is it really?" She rushed to the door. "I've got to start breakfast! Will someone wake the others? How they slept through this commotion, I don't know, but we need to get to work!" She opened the door and stepped out, then popped her head back in for a moment. "Harry dear, you can sleep a little longer. You've had a rough night."

"That's alright Mrs. Weasley," said Harry, hurrying out of bed. "I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now anyway." He said quickly before she could protest.

"Alright then. You lot," she commanded to the group as a whole, "downstairs. We'll eat breakfast and then get to work. We need this house spotless before the rest of the guests arrive."

Ginny yawned particularly loudly as she made her way toward the door.

"Oh Mum, can I get a few minutes more sleep?" she pleaded.

"Why are you so tired?" asked Mrs. Weasley, raising one eyebrow. "You went to bed early last night!"

"Oh, I... er..." said Ginny, blushing slightly, and glancing at Harry. Mrs. Weasley followed her gaze. Harry tried his best to look politely puzzled, so she wouldn't suspect.

"I don't know what's going on here, but you are not going to have a lie in today. There is too much to do!" said Mrs. Weasley. They all shuffled downstairs, completely forgetting about Harry's dream as they thought about the day ahead. They arrived in the kitchen and sat at the table as Mrs. Weasley bustled about the room making breakfast. The others in the house arrived shortly afterward: Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, and a man with dark brown hair that Harry didn't recognize, and who stifled a yawn, asking, "What's for breakfast?"

Bill introduced him. "Harry, I'd like you to meet my old school mate, Jeremiah Fust," Bill said, ushering the man forward. "He's to be the justice of the peace at our wedding."

"Hi, Harry. Pleased to meet you," said Jeremiah, shaking Harry's hand and grinning.

"Hello, Mr. Fust" Harry replied back.

"Please call me Jer."

"And you met Hermione last night..." Bill said, gesturing to Harry and Ron's bushy haired friend.

"Echanté mademoiselle." Jer did a kind of over done bow in Hermione's direction. She blushed and waved back.

"And of course, you've met my family..."

"Only known 'em my whole life," Jeremiah smiled. The rest of the Weasleys nodded in agreement, greeting him as another member of the family.

"There's a spot for you here, Jer," said Fred, shoving Ron aside.

"Hey!" grumbled Ron, spilling porridge down his front.

"Oh don't be such a sissy, Ronnykins," said Fred, vanishing the stain lazily with his wand, and patting the now vacant space next to him. "Come on, Jer."

They all gathered around the table awkwardly (there were so many of them), discussing various things through stuffed cheeks. Harry was content to listen to all the different ones, rather than pitch in.

"-So then I said, " Charlie was saying excitedly from down the table, "'I don't give a flying Hippogriff!' The man was so scared of me that he ran all the way down the street in his underwear! Needless to say, he never bothered me again," He finished, forking some more bacon into his mouth.

Fred and Ron were in a heated argument about a fantastic wizard chess game they'd played nine years ago.

"I won, remember? I took you're knight when you checked me!"

"No," said Ron hotly, "I would never give you such a good set up. Face it; you've never beaten me at a chess game in your life! Right Dad?"

But Mr. Weasley was engrossed in a story Jeremiah was telling about a Muggle transaction he'd held in Madrid.

"...I tried to tell them I didn't speak Spanish, but of course, they couldn't understand me. So I attempted to use my own version of sign language. Pretty soon I had those policemen all over me, shouting, 'Él es loco! Él es loco!' I modified their memories and apparated out of there as quick as possible. But I still didn't get my package!"

Mrs. Weasley was still fussing about Bill's hair.

"Please just let me give it a nice trim! It's your wedding day! You ought to smart yourself up a bit!"

"No, Mum!" said Bill, ducking away from Mrs. Weasley's wand. "If my fiancée likes it, why should you care? Besides, I can't smart myself up when I've got these scars all over my face!" he said. Bill's face was still slightly disfigured from a werewolf attack he'd sustained a few weeks ago.

"But-"

Harry didn't hear Mrs. Weasley's reply, however, because he had just caught something Hermione was whispering to Ginny two seats up.

"I'm worried Ginny!" Hermione said desperately. "If his scar is hurting again-"

"Shh! He's right there!" They both gave him a shifty glance, and he quickly looked away, pretending to be very interested in his pumpkin juice. Satisfied, Hermione turned back to Ginny.

"Ginny, if You-Know-Who is trying to get at his head again, he needs to practice Occlumency! He is so stubborn that he won't listen to anyone. You're the only one who can convince him!"

"I'm not going to make him do something he doesn't want to do," said Ginny defiantly.

That's my girl, Harry thought, smiling to himself. You tell her.

"But Ginny, this is more important than what he does or does not want to do! This is his safety we're talking about! Or have you forgotten about what happened last time Voldemort fed him messages through his dreams? He nearly died! Have you forgotten that?"

"No," said Ginny, sounding a little more subdued. "No, I haven't forgotten."

They were quiet for a moment, and then Hermione gently asked, "So... will you talk to him?"

Ginny sighed. "Yes, I'll talk to him tonight."

Harry felt very betrayed by this and didn't listen to anyone else's conversations much after that. Soon all the food was consumed and everybody stood, ready to begin preparations for the wedding. They were assigned chores and split up to complete them. Doing various tasks to straighten up the place proved to be fairly easy since all but Ginny were now able to use magic. All they had to do was clip the hedges outside, as well as set up chairs in the yard out back. They also had to dust the family room, sweep the floor, and do the dishes. Fred and George spent quite a lot of time teasing the ghoul in the attic, whom they were supposed to be persuading to keep quiet for the next few hours, for which Mrs. Weasley reprimanded them. But all in all, they had quite a lot of fun with their work, enjoying each other's company and the interesting discussions.

While Harry and Ron were peeling potatoes, Harry asked, "So what is the difference between a Muggle wedding and a Wizard wedding?"

"Oh not much, I suppose," said Ron casually. "Everything's the same, except that it's all magicked."

"Magicked? How so?" Harry asked.

"You know, self-refilling bottles of butterbeer, fairies lighting the isle, that sort of thing. I think you'll find this wedding to be quite normal, otherwise."

A flowery voice with a French accent came from the back door. "Normal? Non non non! My wedding? Ce n'est pas normal!"

Harry and Ron stopped what they were doing and turned to the door, watching Fleur Delacour let herself into the Burrow. Bill ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Fleur!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her. "I haven't seen you in weeks! You weren't supposed to get back from France for another few hours!"

"I know," she said, glowing up at Bill, "But I couldn't stay zere anuzzer moment wizzout you. Besides, my parents wanted to meet everyone."

A couple had shuffled in behind Fleur, completely unnoticed by anyone. They looked very stylish in matching silk robes of a delicate sea foam blue. Shyly, a little girl walked through the door behind them. As she looked around the room, she spotted Harry and beamed. Harry grinned back. He had met Fleur's little sister, Gabrielle, about two and a half years ago at Hogwarts when he had rescued her from the lake during the second task of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Hi, Gabrielle," said Harry pleasantly.

She hid herself behind her mother and called softly, "Bonjour, 'arry."

He and Ron laughed lightly at her timid manner, but were interrupted by Fleur's introductions.

"'Arry, Ron, zees are my parents, Jacques and Geneviève Delacour."

"Bonjour," said Monsieur Delacour. Fleur's mother simply nodded.

"Forgive zem. Zey aren't very good with English yet," she added before continuing. "And of course, you have both met my sister, Gabrielle..."

Harry and Ron nodded; Gabrielle hid further behind her mother.

"Well," said Fleur, turning back to her parents, "I suppose I ought to introduce you to everyone else. Come, Bill. Let's show zem around."

The group shuffled out of the kitchen and Harry and Ron went back to peeling the potatoes for that evening's feast.

As the day wore on, more people continued to arrive. Many of Bill's old schoolmates filtered in early in the afternoon. A few of Fleur's old girlfriends from Beauxbatons came and went straight into the house to help Fleur get ready. Madam Maxime showed up not long after. Professor McGonagall arrived early enough to help with the decorations. Lupin and Tonks turned up hand-in-hand in the early evening. Percy had finally swallowed a little of his pride and decided to show, bringing Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour along with him. (Harry carefully avoided him. Their previous confrontations had led Harry to dislike the man quite a lot.) At six o'clock Mrs. Weasley ushered everyone upstairs to get changed into something a bit nicer, and then they met all of the guests out in the garden.

Ginny put her arm through Harry's and guided him to a seat.

"But Ginny, aren't you part of the wedding?" Harry asked. "That's what Fleur said last year."

Ginny smiled very mischievously. "Oh I... I convinced her that it wasn't the best idea..."

Although she said no more of it, she seemed to brighten a little and Harry had the distinct feeling that Fleur had probably fallen victim to one of Ginny's famous bat-boogey hexes before any change had been made in the wedding plans.

Sitting between Ron and Ginny, Harry goggled at all of the amazing decorations. There were fountains around the garden that frothed various drinks, including wine, butterbeer, and pumpkin juice. The fairy lights Ron had described were everywhere, not just along the isle, twinkling in the diminishing evening light. There were even wood nymphs playing joyous melodies while Jeremiah Fust stepped to the front and called for everyone's attention.

"Ahem. Thank you. Please take your seats, as we are about to begin. "

Everyone got very and quiet turned their attention to Jer. He cleared his throat again as he looked around.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Witches and Wizards, we are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of Fleur and Bill. Speaking of which, Bill will you please come to the front? I'm trying to marry you, here." Jer gestured for Bill, who was talking animatedly to an old buddy from Gringotts, to come up to the front. Everyone laughed as Bill rolled his eyes and made his way to where Jer was standing.

"All right. That's better," said Jer, grinning at his friend. "And now, with out further ado, let the procession begin!"

The wood nymphs struck a happy tune, and everyone turned to look at the house. Emerging from the back door was Gabrielle, wearing light pink robes, carrying a basket of flower petals, and stepping to the rhythm of the music. She walked down the isle and began to daintily toss the petals around her. Harry was surprised when he saw that the petals never hit the ground. They had apparently been charmed to float about a foot above it, making it look as if there was some sort of flowery mist around their feet.

When Gabrielle arrived at the front there was a great BANG! and everyone whirled around in time to see the best man (who was Charlie) and the maid of honor fly gracefully over them on brooms and land gently next to Jeremiah. When they had dismounted the music changed to be louder and more ceremonious. There was a great rumbling from behind them, and the audience turned to see a horseless coach carrying the bride and her father, flying down the aisle. The coach parked itself in the front, and Fleur's father got out, helping Fleur out after him.

Fleur was, and rightfully so, the most beautifully dressed one of all. She was wearing the most elegant robes, which were as white as a unicorn and embroidered with gold. She was bedecked with gobs of jewelry, which glimmered in the evening light. Her hair was in tight curls all the way down her back and a magnificent goblin made tiara, loaned to her by Mrs. Weasley's Great Aunt Muriel, rested upon her head.

"Well then," said Jer, grinning at them all as the music stopped playing. "Now that we are all here, let us begin." He took a gigantic book from the table behind him, and turned it's pages until he'd found the correct place.

"Hem, hem. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this beautiful day to... You know what?" he asked the crowd. "Let's forget the book and get this over with. You two clearly love each other, and I don't want to keep you waiting a moment longer." He snapped the book shut and tossed it behind him carelessly.

Fleur turned to Bill, looking alarmed.

Jeremiah seemed to understand, and said, "Don't worry, Fleur. I'm not going to ruin your wedding. On the contrary, I'm going to make it more interesting.

"Okay. Bill, do you love Fleur?"

Bill looked slightly taken aback. "Er- yes."

"Good." He turned to Fleur. "Fleur, do you love Bill?"

"But of course!"

"And do you two want to get married?"

They both nodded hesitantly, not sure what he was going to do next. Jeremiah smiled. "Brilliant! By the power vested in me by some place or another, I now pronounce you husband and wife! Now hurry up and kiss her, Bill, so I can go and eat your mum's delicious meal." Everyone laughed, and Bill didn't waste anytime. He swept Fleur off her feet and carried her back down the aisle.

Everyone began to chat happily and made their way over to the buffet table. Harry was very hungry, so he and Ginny quickly grabbed some food and started to head toward the others. But before they could get there Ginny grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"We need to talk," she said very seriously.

Harry sighed. Ever since he had overheard her and Hermione's discussion that morning he'd been dreading this. However, he let her steer him out of earshot of everyone else. They settled themselves down behind some bushes before she spoke.

"Harry, I know you don't want to talk about it, but you need to be honest with me," she said, staring deep into his eyes. She took a deep breath. "What happened in that nightmare last night?"

Harry sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples gently. "Ginny, please. Not right now. I don't want-"

"This is not a matter of what you do or do not want to do," she said fiercely, and Harry noticed that she stated it almost word for word what Hermione had said earlier. "Do you remember why you tried to break up with me a few weeks ago? It was because you loved me and you wanted to make sure I was safe. And now I'm asking you to tell me the truth because I love you and I want to be sure you're safe. You can save the world as many times as you want, Harry, but I know that you will never be willing to save yourself." She let out a sigh. She had said all of that as if she'd been rehearsing it all day.

At first Harry felt anger well up inside of him. Who was she to talk to him about nightmares and saving people after all he'd been through over the past few years? But then he realized that she was trying her best not to provoke him and he relaxed.

"Ginny... I don't want to tell you because..." He struggled to put it into words. "Because... I'm afraid the dream will come true." He looked away, the memory of her lifeless body under the Dark Mark still haunting him.

"Oh Harry," she said gently, taking his face in her hands and turning him to her. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Absolutely anything."

"Yes," said Harry solemnly. "I know."

She smiled slightly. "Good," she said, relaxing and leaning back. "Now tell me what you dreamt."

He told her everything, leaving no details out. He was surprised at how much he remembered from it. The picture seemed clearer in his mind than it did this morning. He told her all that he could recall, and she sat back and listened to him.

"...And then another voice whispered in my ear, Voldemort's, saying something about coming and finishing what we started. Then my scar hurt and I woke up."

Ginny was quiet for a moment, apparently pondering what she had just heard. Then she spoke. "How much?"

Harry thought he had misheard her. Harry stared, confused. "How much what?"

She sighed. "How much did your scar hurt?"

"Oh," said Harry, thinking back. "A lot. It hasn't hurt that much since... well, since Voldemort tried to possess me at the Ministry about a year ago." He turned to her. "Why?"

She looked at him patiently. "Because, Harry, if your scar hurt that much, it shows that You-Know-Who has grown dramatically in strength, and can now hurt you greatly without being anywhere near you. There is only one way to solve it. You must-"

"-practice Occlumency," he finished for her. "Yes, I know."

She gaped at him in shock. He smiled grimly. "I overheard you and Hermione at the breakfast table."

To his great surprise, Ginny clobbered him over the head.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"That," she said matter-of-factly, "was for making me worry all day about what I was going to say to you, when you already knew! Why didn't you interrupt me or something?"

"Well," said Harry, rubbing the lump on his head and grinning, "I thought, since you'd made such an effort to think about me all day, and everything..."

"Oh yes, go ahead and flatter yourself. I'll get you back for this, you just wait..."

From across the yard they heard Mrs. Weasley say, "Has anyone seen Harry? Or Ginny, for that matter?"

Harry and Ginny stood up abruptly. Harry whispered in Ginny's ear, "Does your mum know about... er... us?"

"Not a chance," she replied quietly.

"Why don't you want her to know?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Oh, I don't know. Mum would have a fit, for one. And it just wouldn't be the same around here. Besides, I kind of like dealing in secret. Don't you?" She winked up at him.

"No, actually, I don't," replied Harry. "Because then I couldn't do this." He grabbed her and kissed her right then and there. She was so shocked, she didn't even protest. When he let go of her, she looked around.

"Are you mad? That's just what I didn't want you to do! You are lucky no one saw us, or I'd-"

"Or you'd what?"

They both whirled around to see Mrs. Weasley glaring at them with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently on the ground.