C O Potter

Year Three

Chapter 3

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The small platinum blonde girl charged forward as she yelled, "Uncle Ragnarok!" Grabbing the goblin around his waist. He hugged her back and began to scratch her back with his sharp nails.

"Purr, purr, purr," she said, "I love it when you scratch my back!" Pushing away from him, she looked up into his eyes and asked, "Is Aunt Acidelphia coming with you tomorrow?"

"Yes, she is!" He told her with excitement ringing in his voice. She was a beautiful girl after all.

Kitten squealed with delight.

Ragnarok turned to Harry and Hermione, "I received your request to meet this morning, and I am pleased to have you here."

Answering the Director of the Goblin Nation in his native tongue, Harry gave the formal and customary greetings. After which Harry and Ragnarok shook hands and pulled each other into an embrace that could only be shared by brothers in arms. He also apologised for them being late. Ragnarok waved it off with a wave of his hand.

"Hermione, you are as beautiful as always. Ageing has seemed to have forgotten about you." Ragnarok told her.

Greeting him in his native tongue, they shook hands cordially, then she told him slyly, "Be careful Ragnarok, Harry is a jealous husband, and he's right here!" They all burst out into laughter.

"Cedric! It has been a while! My how you have grown! And this is your mate?" Ragnarok greeted him with a warm handshake while looking at Cecilia.

"Uncle Ragnarok. Yes, this is my soul-mate, Cecilia." And then the two teens bowed and gave the customary greeting in Ragnarok's native tongue. Ragnarok looked genuinely surprised and gave them the conventional response with a smile.

Finally, Harry introduced Mr Ollivander, and the two shook hands, carefully.

"What brings you here today, Harry?" Asked Ragnarok as he returned to sit behind his large wooden desk.

As the guests began to sit. Harry started to explain that he was wondering if the goblins could make two new swords of the same calibre as the Sword of Gryffindor. Hermione added in that the Sword of Gryffindor was magically enchanted to only take in that which would make it stronger. Harry went on to explain that he also wanted to place a magical core in the swords making them similar to wands. Hence the reasoning for bringing Mr Ollivander to the meeting today.

"What kind of swords are you looking for," Ragnarok asked glancing at the new couple holding hands. What an astonishing family he thought. What kind of troubles lay ahead for us if there are two soul-bonded couples at the same time?

With Harry looking at Cedric, the teen spoke up. "I enjoy working with a long broadsword like the Sword of Gryffindor."

Then the look went to Cici. She spoke up, "I enjoy working with a katana. I like the lightweight and the speed at which it moves in my hands."

"Are these something that you could have made for us?" Harry asked.

At this point, there was a knock on the two massive doors. Ragnarok called "Come!" and Sliprok entered to inform the Director that the Minister of Magic was there for her appointment.

Harry interjected, "It will be fine if she joins us. I don't have a problem with that. Mr Ollivander, if you need, you can leave at this time. We will be by to pick up Daphne's new wand later. Thank you for coming with us."

"Please, show the Minister in," Ragnarok instructed his underling. "Minister! It is good to see you again. I'm just finishing up with Lord Gryffindor and his family. Lord Black welcome!" Ragnarok greeted warmly, for a goblin. "Now, Harry we were negotiating the cost of two new custom-made swords for Lord and Lady Potter. As I was saying, it will not be inexpensive to make a sword of the same calibre as the Sword of Gryffindor. Also as a personal favour, I would like to spar with each of the teens after they receive their swords!"

Just as Harry was opening his mouth, Kitten interrupted with, "I have something to trade for the swords, Uncle Ragnarok."

"What do you have to trade for these swords, Kitten?" Ragnarok asked almost condescendingly, what could a twelve-year-old human girl have that would be worth two Goblin made custom swords?

"Information," with that statement, she had everybody's attention in the room, possibly even the four guards standing behind Ragnarok's desk.

"What kind of information do you have that could be worth the price of these swords?" Ragnarok asked, humouring the little girl.

"Information concerning the honesty, integrity, and the reputation of Gringotts Bank," she said in that sweet little girl's voice.

With that, every head turned to look at Ragnarok.

"How could you have information concerning Gringotts Bank?" Ragnarok asked curiously.

"Because, I heard another goblin thinking about how much gold he has taken from my parents, Uncle Sirius, and Aunt Amelia. He has taken gold from all of your most valued customers and has sold information on them also," she stated flatly.

Ragnarok was angry! One of his own was stealing from those that the Goblin Nation had an alliance with! Working hard to keep his temper under control.

"Okay, Kitten, you drive a hard bargain, but I will trade the swords for the information, but I still want to spar with your brother and his new mate," Ragnarok said almost in a snarl.

Kitten knew that he wasn't mad at her, but that one of his own would betray his trust, and sell out the reputation of the bank.

Before Kitten could speak again, Amelia injected that they would need the information that he would collect so they could follow any leads. In other words, she said, "Please don't kill him before we get the information that we need! If you want, I can supply you with veritaserum for the interrogation."

"That won't be necessary, we have our own truth potion. Now, Kitten what is the name!" he snarled out, his knuckles turning white as he pressed his hands on his desktop.

Kitten simply said, "Sliprok," and before Ragnarok could order the guards to go and get the thief, she said, "come." And he was there in the room with them. He had a surprised look on his face that he was no longer in one of the vaults, but he had the gold in his hands. One look at Ragnarok's face and he knew he was a dead goblin.

"Please, share the information gained so we can follow up on our side." Minister Bones-Black requested sincerely.

"We will share the information as we get it," he addressed the Minister. "TAKE HIM!" he yelled at his personal guard detail. "Harry if we are finished? Kitten thank you, and I will see you tomorrow at the wedding! Minister, Lord Black, on to your appointment," Ragnarok said, pulling himself together. A traitor and a thief, he's lucky the others were there!

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As the group walked into the Leaky Cauldron. Cici noticed the Grangers had an uncomfortable look on their faces, her mother was looking pissed, and her father was looking, well, sloshed. Feeling the anger rising in his wife, Ced was quick to look where she was staring, and he quickly placed his hand on her bare arm. Just his mere touch had started to cool his lovely wife's temper down. Aunt Tonks and Uncle Remus volunteered to get him a room. It was decided that the best thing would be to take him to his flat. Cici volunteered to apparate him to her home. All of the adults looked at her quizzically. Quickly Ced cast the privacy charms and silencing spells as she told them that being soul-bonded let them learn magic at an accelerated pace. Grabbing her father's arm, silently she apparated.

When she reappeared, several minutes later, her mom asked her, "What did you do with your father?" She was tired of his drunken behaviour, the embarrassment that he was in front of these people. His attitude towards her and her daughter. She no longer thought of him as her daughter's father. She was finished with him. He wanted a divorce? Well, he would get his wish the day after the wedding. She wasn't going to ruin her daughter's special day for this sorry excuse for a man.

"I put him in the bathtub. That way when he vomits all over himself he doesn't make a mess that you have to clean up," Cici replied with malice dripping off of each word. "Now, I want to go buy a wedding dress! Who wants to go with me!" she exclaimed with the volume and excitement in her voice rising with each word. The sorry excuse for a dad was no more. What she didn't tell her mom was that she had obliviated his memory, and he would wake up knowing no more, and he would have an overwhelming desire to move to a small country in the middle of Africa.

Walking towards Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions, Cici started talking to her mom in hushed tones. "Mom, on Monday after the wedding we are going on a trip out of the country. Cedric and I would really like it if you would come with us. I know that it is last minute, but it will be a chance for you to get away for a week and let things settle with dad. It would really make me happy if you were there with us. I think that I heard that it is some Caribbean island." Let's try a little guilt with a bit of incentive.

"What about your father?"

"You know how he gets when he's like this. He's headed down on a binger, and he probably won't even be there when I go back to get him for the wedding tomorrow. It's hard on me also, to know that my own father, he's not even a dad anymore, isn't going to be the one to walk me down the aisle and give me away." The sadness and the anger in her voice were there for the group to hear.

The guys had quickly decided to head over to the men's shop for some new suits and dress robes. Ced was slightly concerned because Cici had put up her mental barriers. He just put it down as she didn't want to spoil the surprise. Harry and Remus took Ced under their arm and helped him chose a classic black tuxedo with a light tan shirt, and a black bow tie. With all of the confusion in the store, Harry was able to slip out to pick up Kitten's new wand. He made it back in time for the fitting of the tuxedo. With everything selected, he procured a promise from the shopkeeper to have everything ready by lunchtime on Sunday. On their way to meet up with the ladies, the guys stopped by the Quidditch shop to check on some equipment. Hanging in the front window were four new brooms.

"Harry! Look at this new Nimbus Mach 1! They're advertising it as faster than the speed of sound! I wonder how they can do that?" Cedric commented in awe.

"Did you look at the Firebolt Afterburner 1.0? They're saying that it is the fastest broom on Earth!" Harry replied with amazement in his voice. "They're so fast that they had to come out with the Firebolt International Quidditch series of brooms."

"Same with the Nimbus brooms. They have their line of International Standard brooms too." Cedric said turning to look at Harry with amazement in his eyes.

"Dad, can we get Cici a broom for Christmas? She's stuck using one of the old brooms at school," Ced asked his father almost pleadingly. He knew he didn't have any money, but he also knew that she would greatly benefit from the new broom.

"Wicked!" Said the twins as they led the way into the shop. An hour later the boys exited the shop with everything from new gloves to a new broom for Cici. Ced quickly shrank the broom to hide it in his pocket, keeping it a surprise for Christmas morning.

After dinner that night, the guys told the girls that they wanted to head over to Grimmauld Place for the stag party. The older adults begged off saying that they were getting too old to stay up that late. The ladies informed the guys that they were heading to Bones' Tower for the hen do. The older ladies said that they were headed for Greengrass Manor for the rest of the night.

After a few hours at Grimmauld Place, several drinks, and more than a few "war stories." Ced made the comment, "But the Chamber of Secrets is just Hogwarts' legend. It doesn't really exist. Nobody has ever been able to find it in hundreds of years of searching!" All conversation stopped, and all eyes turned to stare at the young Potter.

"Harry, you've never told him?" George asked in shock.

"Told me what?" asked a slightly inebriated young Cedric.

"Your dad saved my youngest …" George started.

"… sister from a twenty-metre long Basilisk," Fred finished looking dumbfounded that Harry's own son didn't know this story.

"I've never heard anything about The Chamber of Secrets from my dad. He's never said anything," Cedric replied with confusion in his voice. When had his dad ever fought with a Basilisk? Let alone one that was twenty-metres long?

Cedric Greengrass looked at George and asked him," Do you still have your portkey on your watch?"

"Yes."

"Let's get this party started!" yelled Fred.

Those that still had the portkey helped those that did not, and they all landed in the Chamber of Secrets. Looking around quickly they learned that they were not the only ones in the chamber.

As Ced rushed towards Cici, she was rushing towards him. They grabbed each other with a huge hug and kissed as if they had been apart for months, not just a couple of hours.

Daphne saw them and commented sarcastically, "Hey, what are you guys doing here?"

With Fred's retort of, "I was going to ask you the same thing! What are you girls doing here? This is our party!"

Cedric told her with the amazement still in his voice that Harry had never told Ced that the Chamber of Secrets was real and not just a myth.

After all of the couples had joined back up. They moved to the study room. It was interesting to note, that all of the couples that could speak telepathically, the wives sat across their husband's laps. They all sat in a way that they were facing each other without twisting their heads too far. Harry commented that the chambers were still clean.

Neville told him, "Oh, that's because Binkins comes here once a week to freshen it up. Draco and I come down here about three times a week to practice duelling, when I'm at Hogwarts working with Professor Sprout," seeing the confused looks, he explained. "I work with Professor Sprout part-time, and I work at the Ministry part-time as an Auror. Hey! I've never been beaten! Even four against one!"

"That's amazing Nev!" Harry exclaimed.

George started telling Ced how Harry, as a second year, had saved their little sister, Ginny, from a twenty-metre long Basilisk and a Horcrux that contained a part of Lord Voldemort's soul. Pointing in the direction where the final battle had taken place. He told him how the Basilisk had injured his father and even though he was dying, Harry had taken the broken Basilisk fang and stabbed the diary killing that Horcrux, a piece of Voldemort's soul, and freeing Ginny from Voldemort's control.

"My dad fought Lord Voldemort?" Ced asked with the unbelief written all over his face and voice. No, this couldn't be true. His dad just pushed parchment around and didn't do anything!

"Harry, show us what really happened at the final battle. None of us knows what happened. We know that Snape and Dumbledore both died. But that's all we know," Susan asked of him. She knew that it would not be easy for him, but she also knew that everyone wanted to know.

Hermione thought to him, "You don't have to do this if you're not ready."

"I know Mione. At this point, I think that they deserve to know, it's been several years, and they have been this patient for so long. You will have to fill in the blanks for me."

Hermione, slipped out of his lap as Harry stood up and turned to face an empty wall. "Mione has agreed to fill in the blanks so you will get the full story of what happened at the end," he told them with solemnity in his voice. Placing his wand at his temple, he projected on the wall the final minutes of the battle with Tom Riddle. He started at the point just before Snape attacked him with the diffindo, cutting him deeply. He showed Dumbledore shadow duelling with both the possessed body of Lucius Malfoy and Professor Snape.

Draco sat there quietly looking at the red eyes in his father's face. He heard the high-pitched laughter of an insane person coming from his father's mouth.

Then Harry and Hermione switched perspectives. As Hermione projected the battle from her point of view, the group could see Shadow fighting fiercely and tearing the arm off of Voldemort. Then they watched as Shadow was thrown across the clearing and hitting a tree breaking his back. They could see the pain and the sorrow on Harry's face as he looked up at Hermione, cradled in her arms. Then they saw Cathaoir telling Hermione to take the Sword of Gryffindor and kill Voldemort while she still had the chance. They watched as she dealt the final blow and the body collapsed on the ground, then her rushing back to her soul-mate. Only to find him dead. They saw her wanting to take the sword and fall upon the blade killing herself to join her love in eternity. She showed Fawkes doing the unimaginable, diving into Harry's chest, sacrificing himself, to give Harry a new life with his bond-mate. Then the combined pieces of Voldemort's soul taking possession of Harry's body.

Harry picked up at this point. He showed them the sacrificing of his soul-bond so that Hermione would live, even though he died. The pain on her face at the loss of the soul-bond. He showed them the battle that happened inside of him, of the darkness that tried to claim him and the fight to reclaim his own soul from evil. They saw the fragments of Voldemort's soul being ejected from Harry's body. Then he showed them how he used his elemental fire to burn the weakened soul fragments, so they were no more.

Harry turned to look at everyone as he stopped projecting the images. He could feel Hermione's hand on his arm giving him the strength he needed to relive the pain of hurting her so gravely. They all sat there in total silence. It seemed as if he and Hermione could leave and no one would know. Neville and Luna both came over and hugged, the two of them silently. Slowly it turned into a silent group hug for the two that had sacrificed everything for all of them. Cedric and Cici learned that they had a lot to live up to. As if hearing their thoughts, Hermione turned to them and whispered, "You two still have a lot of training to do."

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The next morning found the Potter Mansion humming with life. An army of house elves was moving about with purpose in their steps. They had a wedding to finish preparing for after all! Ced could hear the activity as he woke to the most beautiful sight in the world to him. His wife laying on his side with her arm and leg wrapped over the top of him. How was he ever able to sleep without her? Was there a world before her? He knew that he did not have a life before she came along. How long had he known her? "Mi Amor, we need to get up."

"Just five more minutes," came the standard reply.

He laughed silently as he slipped out from under the most fantastic woman in the whole world.

"No, the most amazing woman in the whole world is your mom!" she thought back to him.

As she entered the shower, he thought how much he loved to wash her. Turning the water off with a wave of his hand, he took the bottle of bath wash and started soaping her up beginning with her legs. After running both hands and the liquid bath wash up and down her toned, shapely legs, he seductively started massaging each leg. Starting with her foot he would lift her foot and wash it from the bottom up through the toes, her ankle, then on to her calf, circling his hands back and forth around her calf he moved up to her thigh, up and down, running up past her knee he did the same thing with her muscular thigh. Up and down went his large, strong hands, rubbing the soap over and over on her thigh, massaging her leg. The magical soap bringing out the scent that was her. That sent that marked her as his. Again, he did this with her other leg as she began to quiver at his touch. As he slowly brushed past her private area, he reached around and grabbed her buttocks pulling her firmly into himself. Holding her there she looked up at him wanting the kiss that she knew was coming. Hungrily she kissed him back, pressed against his hard body. Pressed together, he washed her back. His outstretched hands, covering her back as he stroked her up and down, the soap amplifying her scent in his nostrils. Pulling away, he soaped her torso, the strong hands rubbing her clean. Lovingly, he stroked her growing breasts, eliciting excitement from her sensitive deep brown nipples, and more quivering from her body. Lifting one arm, he soaped it up, then began to massage it from her pit to the tips of her fingers, his large thumbs caressing the palm of her hand, willing any stress to leave via her fingertips. Again, he washed her other arm, forcing any stress to leave this woman that he loved, to leave her completely relaxed. Using a week diffindo on the palms of his hand he smoothly shaved any hair stubble from her pits, before she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Ever so gently, how could someone so strong, be so gentle with her, she wondered, as he began caressing her neck up behind her ears, his thumbs along her jaw bone. Again, he pulled her mouth in for a long drugging kiss, using both hands with his fingers laced together in her hair, a kiss that left both of them dizzy with desire. With another wave of his hand the water was turned on as she began rotating in the shower with her arms above her head, he watched as the soap slid down her slick skin to the drain in the floor. With her hair soaked, he called the shampoo to him without a word. Taking the shampoo in the palm of his hand, he released the bottle to return from wince it came. Turning her to face him he began to gently but forcefully lather her hair. Working the shampoo down to her scalp he massaged her head. Using both hands, he worked the magical shampoo that amplified the scent of her hair, through her hair fully. Pulling her waist long hair up, as she taught him, he made sure that it was well lathered. Again, he released the one that destiny had given him, to rinse the shampoo out of her black wavy hair. As she leaned her head back, he could see that the tips of her hair reached the cheeks of her perfectly formed bum. He watched as the bubbles trailed down the long strands of hair before falling to the shower floor. When she was thoroughly rinsed off, he turned the water off and called a towel to him. Stepping out of the shower on to the magically heated floor he began to dry her. Patting the excess water from her hair, he then moved to her shoulders and down her toned body, careful to catch any stray drop of water as he went down past her waist. She could feel his breath on her nether region bringing desire again, as he towelled her legs dry. Carefully he lifted each foot to dry her toes. Standing in front of her, she gazed at this man that was her Adonis, while he cast a drying spell on her and her hair.

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Walking into the small dining room with their arms wrapped around each other, they greeted his parents and her mother. Ced noted that Cici's father wasn't there. It didn't occur to him that even if he wanted to get to the Potter Mansion, that he didn't have a way. He didn't know, yet, that his bride to be had obliviated her father's mind. Making him forget her and her mom. That she had put an overwhelming desire to move to some small country in the jungles of Africa, and he was acting on that desire even as Ced was holding a chair for her, and she rewarding him with a kiss on the cheek. Her mother was very impressed with the manners in this household. She had never had a man hold a door for her, or pull a chair out for her. She had come to believe "that chivalry is dead," as so often her husband, well, her soon to be ex-husband kept telling her. Angelica was still getting used to telling her plate what she wanted to eat and then having it appear a few moments later. Then the small creatures, "house elves?" she thought that they were called, clearing everything away. Even they were polite and respectful. Both Harry and Hermione seemed to go out of their way to compliment them and thank them for even the smallest of things.

"Morning, Harry, morning Hermione," Dan and Jean greeted the kids.

"Morning mum, morning dad," they said in unison.

"Morning Grandmama, morning Grandpapa," Cedric greeted them.

"Morning Mr and Mrs Granger," Cici greeted cheerfully.

"Please call me Dan," Dan told his new grand-daughter-in-law.

"And please, call me Jean."

"Good morning Dan, good morning Jean." Angelica greeted also.

"Well, is everybody ready for the big day?" Dan asked brightly.

"Yes," Cedric started, "But, I'm not looking forward to being separated for a long period of time. Maybe four hours at the most," he stressed. "I think after that I will be in a lot of pain. Even for that long, I think that we should get a nap in before that."

Harry looked at him, nodded his head in agreement and said, "I think that's fair. They are still very new in their soul-bond. For me, it was tough to even let go of Mione's hand for several minutes without starting to feel some pain. We need to head to Diagon Alley to pick up all of the dress clothes this morning also." Turning to look at Cici, he asked her, "Will your father be joining us today or will you walk down the aisle alone, or would you wish for someone else to give you away? Do you want someone to stand with you at the altar?"

It almost seemed as if he knew that her father would not be there. She checked, and no, he had not tried to probe her mind. Am I just feeling guilty?

"No, if my father woke up, he probably went out drinking again, and he won't get back up for several more hours. He hasn't really been that good of a father to me, or a husband to my mom for the last several years. In a sad way, it's a good thing that he's not here. He would only embarrass my mother and me with his drunken behaviour. Changing the subject, none of my friends from school will be here today correct? This might seem odd, but could Uasal stand with me at the altar?"

"It's the same with me, dad. None of my friends will be here today either. I would like it if Cathaoir would stand with me," Cedric added in support of his love.

This was undoubtedly going to be an interesting wedding Harry thought as Hermione told both kids yes.

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Fast forwarding to one in the afternoon, the young couple bid their parents farewell and turned to head up the stairs for a nap, before separating from each other to honour the tradition of the groom not seeing the bride's dress before the wedding.

It had been a hectic morning for all. The house elves were working diligently on getting everything set up. The couple and their parents had gone for the final fittings, and all had returned just in time for lunch. Then after lunch, the kids headed upstairs while Hermione and Angelica went to check on the wedding preparations. Angelica shadowed Hermione as she started taking on her Lady of the House duties, which with everything else had been neglected until now. Hermione was genuinely grateful for the competent team of house elves that worked at the estate. To accommodate the two dragons, the elves had decided to set the wedding tent far enough away from the house. She chose to conjure some large boulders to run down the sides and around the front of the tent. She would get Harry to superheat the rocks to provide warmth for the guests and help keep the dragons warm also. Yes, a warming charm would work, but this would be useful too. It would also add atmosphere to the wedding with Uasal as part of the wedding party.

After a few more hours of things to do, and to check on, she called Charles and Gareth to her. "If everything else can be handled, then Angelica and I are going to go and get ready for the wedding. Is that okay with you Charles?" Lady Gryphindor asked her Head Elf.

"Yes, my Lady. If everything is to your satisfaction, then we should be okay from here," Charles replied formally. "I'm going to return to the kitchen."

"Yes, my Lady. If it is okay with you, I will return to preparing for the guests to arrive," Gareth answered her courteously.

"Yes, thank you both for your hard work. Please tell the others that those who wish to watch the ceremony may do so," Hermione responded politely to the two elves.

"With the wedding starting at seven, we are going to need to wake the kids to get Cici ready in time," Hermione turned and said to Angelica as she checked the time on her watch.

"I can take care of that while you head to your room. Where do you want me to bring her?" Angelica asked, looking like she finally had something to help with.

"Bring her to my bedroom, that's where all of the other girls are going to meet to get ready and help Cici get ready also. My bedroom is next to Harry's room."

"You and Harry don't sleep together?" Angelica asked in awe.

"Yes, we sleep together in the same bed, but the master quarters have separate bedrooms for the Lord and Lady of the house. It is something that we found odd when we first moved into Harry's family estate," Hermione explained to her as they started to head up the stairs.

Angelica knocked on the young couple's door quietly. Getting no response after the second time of knocking, she opened the door nervously. As she peaked her head into the room, worried about what she might see, she looked around the edge of the door to find the young couple still in bed asleep. She saw her daughter lying naked to the waist on top of Cedric with her leg, and arm draped across his torso. The sheet covered them to their waists. When she saw what she saw, which is what she did not want to see, she gave an audible gasp at the sight. When Cici heard the gasp, it was worse than an old-fashioned alarm clock ringing away next to her head. She spun around grabbing the sheet, covering herself with almost inhuman speed.

"Mom! What are you doing?" Cici hissed at her.

By this instant, Cedric had awoken also and was grabbing for the sheet to cover himself from the intruder in his room. Looking at Cici's mom, his eyes were as wide as saucers. Busted! Busted? But in the eyes of the Wizarding World, they were already man and wife. So, why the guilty emotions? They have nothing to be guilty of. Well, maybe not locking the door. The silencing charm worked though! There's the silver lining on this cloud! Yeah! Oh, wait, his mother-in-law was still in his bedroom. Nuts.

"I, I, I, just came to get you. It's time for you to get ready," she stammered sheepishly. "I, I'm sorry for intruding on you," she finished as she turned to leave the room embarrassed.

"Mom, mom!" "Cici called to her mother before her mother turned back around to look at her daughter. She has changed so much in just a couple of days! "Thank you for waking us," Cici told her sincerely in a loving tone.

Her mother, after all, had just seen her fourteen-year-old daughter, half-naked, in the arms of her lover. It had been months for her, but only hours for her mom.

"We will be in Hermione's bedroom," her mother replied with a dead voice. What was she to make of all of this? It was all moving too fast! She should be home, in her room, at their flat. She's not supposed to be getting married this young. This isn't old Mexico after all. She's not even old enough for her quince for god's sake! Why did she have to be a witch? Oh, but to watch her yesterday morning! The smile on her face was incredible! She liked fighting with the others. And how fast she could cast a spell! She has grown so much! She's lost all of her baby fat. Her body was transforming into the body of a woman. She started thinking about how amazing her daughter truly was, pride growing in her heart for her daughter. She was born for this world and these people. Besides, she could have done a whole lot worse than Cedric for a husband! He was a little hottie himself.

The two teens got dressed and walked to Cedric's mum's bedroom. He knocked on the door and heard his mother telling them to come in.

Cici turned to him and gave him a quick kiss and told him, "I'll see you in a few hours my love."

As she turned away from him, he could see a huge smile growing on her face.

Hum, he thought to himself. I wonder where my dad's at? He walked to his dad's bedroom and looked inside only to find it empty. "Dobby!" pop "Do you know where my dad is?" he asked one of his father's oldest friends.

"Yes, master. He is in the back garden warming the boulders for the ceremony tonight," Dobby answered eagerly.

"Thank you, Dobby. I'll go look for him. Thank you for all of your help in this also," Cedric told the eager house elf sincerely. We have boulders in the back garden?

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After Cici kissed Ced and turned to see her mom, she had a huge smile growing on her face. She started to walk to her mother, and her mother met her halfway. With tears in her mother's eyes, her mom took her in a bone-crushing hug and cried on her shoulder.

She told her, "It's just that so much is happening so fast. You have changed and grown so much in just the two days. I, I'm sorry that I'm having such a hard time with this. It's just that you're so young and I'm having such a hard time letting you go. But know that I will always be here for you if you ever need me."

"Mom, I'm not leaving you! Yes, I am getting married. But, I'm not leaving you, I'll always be here for you!" Cici told her. "Besides, didn't Ced's parents invite you to go with us tomorrow? Aren't you coming with us, to where ever it is that we're going?"

Hermione added, "You are more than welcome to join us. It is going to be very interesting."

"But you don't even have a plane ticket for me."

"We, don't travel by plane," Hermine explained to Angelica. "The way we travel is much faster than a plane."

"It can be more uncomfortable than a plane, but it is a lot faster," added Jean Granger. "I'm the only one in this room that can relate to what you're going through. It happened to Dan and me, the summer that we invited Harry to come and stay with us at our house. One minute, the kids are doing homework for school and the next we have owls flying in and dropping letters telling us that they are married! The kids didn't even know that they were married until they received the letters. And then there was the time that Hermione almost destroyed the beach when she got mad."

"Mum! It was an accident! That's why they call it 'accidental magic,'" Hermione told her exaggeratedly. "Besides it was only a little windstorm, and nobody got hurt."

Jean took Angelica off to the side so they could talk some more about what had happened, and what she could expect in the future. After a while, all of the ladies had shown up and were having a blast fixing hair and doing nails.

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As Cedric stood at the altar waiting nervously for his new bride to show, he turned and looked at Mask who would be presiding over the ceremony. He had Cathaoir next to him, and Uasal was on the other side waiting for Cici to walk down the aisle. As the orchestra changed songs to the wedding march, all of the guests stood and turned to get a better view of the bride. She had chosen to walk down the aisle alone, and she looked magnificent doing so. She was smiling and looking confident as she focused on the one person that mattered to her, the one person that would never leave her alone. He looked incredible in his black tux with the light brown shirt. She could feel the warmth radiating from the heated boulders. As she stepped up on to the platform, she turned to her future husband and took his offered hands. As they stared deep into each other's eyes they barely heard anything that Mask was saying, they did manage to say their "I do's" at the right moments, but to them, there was no one else but them.

"Harry, there is a two-legged pretending to be a mouse," came the thought from Hedwig.

"What?" Harry thought back as he gave his head a shake to clean the fog of euphoria, "Where?"

"It is on the stage by Uasal." The owl responded.

"I see it," Crookshanks said. "Katrina and I will keep an eye on it also."

"I see it," said Hermione. She quickly conjured an unbreakable jar in her off hand. "Accio mouse." And the mouse flew right into the jar. She quickly sealed the jar and darkened the glass. "Well, I wonder who our uninvited guest is?"

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"You may kiss the bride!" Mask said as the magical bonding faded from the kids.

Setting the jar in her seat she joined all of the others in clapping and cheering the new couple as they turned to face the crowd of family and friends.

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Angelica had never travelled by portkey before. The sensation of being sucked in by the navel and then falling through the sky to land at your destination. Cedric and Harry quickly stabilised her when they arrived in the Haitian Magical Customs Office.

The customs official looked up at the group that had just arrived. "Lord Gryffindor, welcome to Haiti."

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A/N: Thank you very much!

Revised again 01.04.2018

Revised again 07.21.2018

And again 11.13.2018