Letters Chapter 2: Weddings, a harry potter fanfic

Another Christmas came and went, with cards exchanged. Then, in March, Dudley got another letter:

We would like to welcome you plus one to the wedding of

Harry James Potter

and

Ginevra Molly Weasley

on 20 August 2001 at 11:00 in the morning, and to the reception afterwards. Please RSVP by 15 July.

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That evening, while speaking to his mum on the phone, he mentioned the invitation.

"I know," she said. "I got one, too."

". . . Dad too?"

"No."

Dudley nodded. He wasn't surprised. "Are you going?"

There was a pause before he heard her, "No." Then, blatantly changing the subject: "So, did you hear about the Glenys's daughter?"

Dudley tuned out all the Privet Drive neighborhood gossip, making appropriate shocked noises at various intervals. He did want to go to the wedding, but he did not want to spend the day surrounded by magic people. Perhaps he could go to the wedding, but skip the reception.

But, at the same time, he was curious. He wanted to see what kind of a girl could possibly be attracted to Harry.

Dudley ended up going to the wedding and the reception, and mostly regretted it. There were several people there he recognized, like Harry's soon-to-be-wife's family, some of whom he still had nightmares about; and that giant that had given him a pig's tail. He also recognized that big black guy who had been protecting the Prime Minister a few years ago. Apparently he was the Minister for Magic, now.

The wedding had a huge amount of people, so Dudley only talked to Harry long enough for a quick greeting (which he was glad of). He spent most of the time talking to Dedalus and Hestia, who were weird (especially Dedalus), but were really the only people at the wedding besides Harry that Dudley knew.

And then, of course, there was the blatant magic everywhere. Glass bottles pouring drinks by themselves. All the chairs and tables moving to the side at once to make more room on the dance floor. That baby with the color-changing hair. Live birds flying out of the wedding wreath. That strange girl who, while she didn't do anything blatantly magical, was so obviously not normal that Dudley's parents wouldn't have let her within ten kilometers of Privet Drive. There were even fireworks that Dudley was absolutely positive were not normal.

But the drinks were awesome, and more than made up for the weirdness of the rest of the wedding.

You are cordially invited to the wedding of

Dudley Orville Dursley

and

Iris Chloe Polkiss

on the fourth of May, two thousand and two at one o'clock in the afternoon. Reception to follow. Please RSVP by the first of April.

Harry came to the wedding, but didn't stay for the reception. Dudley didn't blame him, considering half the guests hated him.