"Yes!"

"No!"

Harry and Ginny had been arguing over the table for ten minutes.

"Yes!" Ginny cried.

"No!" Harry yelled back.

Ron was following the argument like he was at a tennis match. When each wave of opinion flashed out of their mouths Ron's head followed.

Without taking his eyes off Harry and Ginny, Ron was also managing to scoff a bowl of cereal down his throat.

"Please Harry," Ginny moaned, surrendering herself into a chair.

"No, Ginny."

George came wandering through the door. "What's with the racket?" He asked Ron.

"They...Are...Arguing...Over...The...Dursleys." Ron said between massive gulps of cereal.

"I thought they had already decided on inviting them?"

"Yes but not how they were inviting them." Ron answered after a final gulp of milk.

"What are the options?" George asked as the rest of the tired family came yawning through the door.

"What options?" Hermione yawned, her hand feebly attempting to flatten her overly bushy hair.

"Owl post, or by hand," Ron answered, pulling Hermione onto his lap and cradling her into his chest.

"Yes and it seems reasonable that we should send it via owl." Harry snarled, taking his eyes off Ginny for an instant.

The Weasleys and Hermione nodded in agreement.

"You told me they hate owl post!" Ginny cried, stirring the Weasleys opinions.

"Serves them right for the amount of agony I went through, I think they can cope with an owl deciding to land in the living room." Harry exclaimed, laughing to himself at the thought.

"Well at least going in person we could convince them to come," Ginny replied, changing her tactics into a baby voice and puppy-dog eyes.

"Oh the joy," Harry said sarcastically.

"Guys, guys, I have a solution to all of this," George interrupted raising his arms and clamping his hands around each Harry and Ginny.

Everyone stared at him blankly. He just smirked in response before disapperating out of the room- taking Harry and Ginny along with him.

They landed with a pop in the Dursleys living room.

"Ouch!" Ginny moaned; she had landed in a heap behind the TV.

George-rather pleased with himself- held a hand out for his little sister. "Tut-tut someone forgot to concentrate on landing."

Harry laughed at this. He turned away from the fire and noticed three pink faces staring back at him. The faces of Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley were looking at him awe-struck, their jaws hanging close to the floor.

"Um...Hi," Harry mumbled, kicking his feet and staring at the floor.

"Oh hey," George had noticed the company-"Uncle V, Aunt P, Oh and Dudykins." George cooed. Harry and Ginny stifled a laugh.

"Well I think you two can take it from here." He turned around, saluting before Disapperating.

Ginny's face fumed with rage. "He's dead." She said shrugging her shoulders and walking to stand next to Harry.

His face beamed with pride.

The Dursleys still looked as if the television had started talking to them.

"Right well then..."Harry trailed off not knowing where to start.

"I think introductions are in order," Ginny declared. "Um, do you mind shutting your mouths, I don't bite." She added, looking at them crossly.

They did as they were told but Harry couldn't help noticing Uncle Vernon's face grow steadily pinker.

"Who do you think you are girl?" He barked at Ginny. Harry's hand flicked to his wand protectively.

"Right well I was getting to that," She carried on without hesitation.

"My name is Ginny Weasley; you have probably heard the name, I have five brothers see, that was one of them who just disappeared." Ginny rambled, while the Dursleys nodded slowly.

"Yes, ok, well why are you here? I remember warning that boy never to come near my house again," Uncle Vernon hissed.

Ginny raised her eyebrows, sniffling slightly at their rudeness.

"Well as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," She shot dagger eyes at Uncle Vernon, much to Harry's pleasure. –"My name is Ginny Weasley I am Harry's girlfriend," She continued, smiling at her words. Her hand desperately reached out to crasp Harry's hand, which he accepted.

Harry coughed and stared at Ginny, raising his left eyebrow, confused.

"Oh right woops, I mean fiancé," Ginny corrected herself.

"That's better," Harry said out loud kissing her lovingly on the cheek.

They Dursleys seemed to snap into focus then.

"You mean to say that you are marrying him?" Aunt Petunia cried, appalled. Staring at the diamond placed on Ginny's left hand.

Ginny nodded her head eagerly.

"But why would you want to stay with him forever?"Dudley looked as if he was in a lot of pain.

Ginny's eyebrows creased in confusion.

"I love Harry very much," She stared at him and leaned into his chest.

Dudley was still staring at Ginny but this time in awe.

Harry glared at him and pulled her tighter into his side. "That's right; we are marrying in three months." Harry exclaimed in glee.

"B-But, you are so young, you are younger than me after all," Dudley whimpered, still staring at Ginny.

"To me, it is the right time," Ginny admitted.

"I lost her once I am never going there again," Thinking about it brought tears to the eyes of both Harry and Ginny.

"Did you cheat on him?" Asked Mr Dursley with an approving nod.

"What? No! I would never even dream of being with anyone other than Harry, he meant that we were separated when he died."Ginny cried.

"What?" The Dursleys choked out.

"She means I almost died," Harry corrected shooting a warning glance at Ginny. She blushed with embarrassment.

"Well it was very nice meeting you Ginny, I wish you luck, so you can just pop right out of here, right now!" Mr Dursleys said, motioning them to disappear.

Ginny was gasping at his lack of manners, whilst Harry was still glaring at Dudley for gawking at Ginny.

"Wait, Mr Dursley we haven't even got to the best part yet!" Ginny cried, on the verge of a breakdown.

"Well what's that dear?" Mrs Dursleys spoke calmly.

"This," Harry waved his wand, and a card appeared in his hand,-"is an invitation to our wedding,"

"We would be honoured if you would come and support us on the day," Ginny was smiling.

Mrs Dursley looked intently at the invitation.

"This says we also have a two week stay at the Burrow before the wedding?" She asked.

Harry and Ginny nodded, Ginny was a little more enthusiastic.

"The Burrow? Do we look like bloody rabbits?" Mr Dursleys face looked very strained.

"I'll have you know that, the Burrow is my home, and it is a very comfortable living environment above ground," Ginny cried standing an inch form Mr Dursleys face.

"Well I think it is arrangeable," Mrs Dursley said.

"What?" Everyone else shouted.

"I said we would be happy to go, it would be an honour to see how my nephew has done in the world," Mrs Dursley said examining Ginny from head to toe.

Ginny squealed. "I knew it! I just knew it, they agreed, Yay!" Ginny started dancing around the room.

"But how do we get to this Burrow?" Dudley asked.

"Yeah I don't want any one breaking through my fireplace again," Mr Vernon, went over and actually stroked the fireplace. Harry smirked at the memory.

"Someone will be by two weeks to the day of the wedding at noon, don't worry I'll personally make sure it isn't any of my brothers!" Ginny laughed. Harry knew she wished she had been there that night before the quidditch world cup.

"Right well everything looked settled then, we must be off." Harry clapped his hands, "We have house shopping to attend to,"

Ginny grinned and slipped her hand around Harry's waist.

"Oh and before we go I would just like to say, this is a very nice house." Ginny's eyes gleamed at Mrs Dursley.

"Why...thank you." Mrs Dursley stuttered in surprise.

"Good bye everyone." They said together before disapperating back to the burrow.

Ginny and Harry landed in the Weasley kitchen.

Everyone in the room jumped in frustration.

"How'd they take it?" George asked from the corner, smirking.

"Well...They're coming!" Ginny squealed.

Everyone except Harry and George stared at her.

"You're kidding!" Ron exclaimed; Hermione elbowed him in the stomach.

"Nope, and I would like Hermione and Mum, to come help me collect them two weeks before the wedding."

"Of course," They agreed at once.

"But why don't we get to go?" George and Ron whined.

"Because The Dursleys don't like it when their fireplace gets destroyed," Ginny said disapprovingly.

They boys burst into hysterics.

"Oh this is simply brilliant!" Mrs Weasley cooed. "Petunia can come with us wedding dress shopping; Hermione thought it was a good idea to go to a couple of muggle shops." She continued.

"That would be great!" Ginny whispered to herself. "Thank you Hermione!" She said loudly hugging Hermione tightly around the waist.

Hermione smiled and stared talking to Ginny in soft murmurs.

Mr Weasley clapped Harry on the back.

"Can I have a word?" He asked motioning for Harry to follow.

"Did I do something wrong Mr Weasley?"

"Oh Harry, no I fear you could never do anything as such."

"Ok thank you."

Harry was nervous as to what Mr Weasley would want. After all, Harry was marrying his daughter, this could end very badly, Harry thought.

"Harry I can't think of anyone who is more worthy than you to marry my only daughter. You have saved my family on so many occasions that most of us owe you their lives," Harry opened his mouth to interrupt, Mr Weasley stopped him –"So naturally I accepted your proposition to propose to Ginny," Harry remembered that night very clearly, he was more nervous then when he had entered the forbidden forest to die.

"Mr Weasley please none of you owe anything to me, after all you accepted me as part of the family the very first time I met Ron."

Mr Weasley nodded in agreement but continued.

"But Harry there is something that I owe you and Ginny," he held out his hand. Resting on his palm were two gold rings. –"These, Harry belonged to my grandmother. She gave them to me on her deathbed claiming that I was to give them to my firstborn daughter. I am sure she would be happy to know that the other went to the savour of the wizarding world." Mr Weasley smiled at Harry. "You deserve them" He added.

Harry pocketed the rings. "Thank you Mr Weasley...Arthur."

Mr Weasley nodded as Harry Swiftly turned on his heel, back to Ginny. He would tell her later, he suggested to himself.

As Harry wrapped his arm around Ginny's waist he finally admitted to himself that his life was turning out perfect...Well at least as perfect the life of Harry Potter could be.

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