Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I was J.K. Rowling, I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfiction-I'd be contemplating an eighth book ;). But I suppose seven books are better than nothing, and really, I thought they were quite good.

Parings: RW/HG, HP/GW, JP/LE, and RL/NT

Warnings: violence, AU, fluff, mentions of child abuse…

Chapter 6

The next couple of days before Harry and Ginny got married were relatively busy, for the couple-to-be anyway. They were frantically running around, sending last-minute invitations and buying things that they had nearly forgotten to get.

Finally, the big day came. Ron was to be Harry's best man and Hermione was to be Ginny's made of honor. The marriage would be taking place at The Burrow (Mum Weasley, as they had taken to call her, had insisted. And since Harry and Ginny couldn't think of anywhere better to have it, they agreed).

As Harry got ready in Bill's old room and Ginny in her own, they were both so nervous that Ron had to repeatedly tell Harry to "Stay still or else I'll put you in a body-bind!" Finally Ron couldn't stand Harry's fidgeting and snapped, "Patrificus Totalus!" much to the amusement of Mr. Weasley and the rest of the Weasley men.

Down a couple of floors in Ginny's room, almost the same exact events were playing out, with the exception that Mrs. Weasley and Hermione finally got Ginny to stay still.

"Ginny, if you don't stay in one spot for more than half an hour, you won't be ready in time for the wedding," her mother informed her. "So if you don't want to be ready soon, that's fine. But remember, it's your own wedding-"

"Ok. Ok! I'll try to stay still!" Ginny said, exasperated.

Hermione smiled and proceeded to fix Ginny's hair.

"Do you, Harry James Potter, take Ginevra Molly Weasley as your wife? To love and cherish, threw rich and poor, threw good times and bad, and threw sickness and health?"

"I do." Harry was transfixed by the angel that stood before him. Her dress was pure white, flowing behind her gracefully. Her lips looked like rubies, and her long hair glowed bright red and fanned out around her like a halo.

Harry was brought out of his trance by the words,

"You may kiss the bride."

He leaned forward and, as their lips met, fireworks went off in his head. They stood there for what felt like forever, glued together by their love for each other. And then they were broken apart as Ron, Hermione, and the rest of their family converged upon them, hugging and kissing and in Mrs. Weasley's case, crying with joy

After the wedding, Harry and Ginny set off for their honeymoon in Hawaii. They spent allot of their time sightseeing and spending time together. They bought little trinkets for souvenirs, and tried the many types of different foods. And they even learned how to surf! Ginny and Harry fell into the water a couple of times, but they new how to swim and were not hurt.

"Ginny! Harry!" Hermione squealed upon their return. "Wow! You look great!" The two of them had acquired a tan while they were in Hawaii.

"Thanks!" the couple replied and gave Hermione a hug.

"So what did you see there?" Hermione wanted to know. "Did you see anything important? Like the-"

"'Mione, please..." Ginny said half teasing.

"Ok...Ok." Hermione grumbled good-naturedly.

"How's the planning for the trip going?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Great! Ron and I weren't sure if we missed anything else we should bring, so we decided to wait for you two to come home. Plus we have to tell Mum Weasley about our trip." She smiled and exclaimed, "I'm so excited!"

"Me too!" A voice replied from the doorway.

"Ron!" Harry and Ginny hurried over to the red-head and gave him a hug.

"Wow! You guys look great!"

Harry laughed. "That's almost exactly what Hermione said."

"Really?" Ron chuckled. "Well, great minds think alike eh?"

Hermione rolled her eyes playfully.

"Why don't we leave them to themselves for a couple of minutes while we go unpack?" Ginny whispered to Harry.

"Alright." Harry turned to the couple and let them know that they were heading to Number 12 to unpack. Ron gave them both a wink and turned back to his wife.

After the Potters had finished unpacking and doing other unmentionable things, they wandered around Number 12 together looking for things that they would need for the trip.

Finally, when they had packed nearly 10 bags of personal items and little nick-knacks, they flooed back to Ron and Hermione's house.

"There you are! We were just going to come and get you two. We figured that now is the best time to tell Mum Weasley about what we're about to do." Hermione said as they stepped out of the fireplace.

The other three groaned. This would not be easy.

"Sit down, dears." Molly welcomed her four children with tea and biscuits. "So what is it that you want to talk to me about?" she asked as they all got settled.

Harry took a deep breath and began.

"Mum, you know how Remus has been taking care of me for all these years?"

Molly nodded as Harry continued.

"Well, several days ago, Remus's father got into Number 12 and harmed Remus. He acted as if he didn't care about what he was doing; like he didn't care about his own son. Now I had been wondering how Remus was so…understanding about my life with the Dursleys; how he almost always knew what to do when I first started living with him. Well, that night I found out. I found a pensieve under the floor boards. I was curious-"his three friends smirked but Harry just ignored them and went on-"so I went in to see whose it was and what it was doing there. I found memories of Remus getting beaten and punished." Harry had to stop there because the memories of how his father figure had been treated overwhelmed him. Hermione continued; a glint of anger glittered in her eyes for what the kind man had gone threw in his childhood.

"Ron, Harry, Ginny, and I have decided that we are going to help Remus no matter what; and this includes time travel."

Molly gasped. "But that's illegal! What if you get caught? And what happens if you get hurt or kidnapped or…"

"Mum, we'll be fine." Ron assured his mother. "If it helps, we'll be back on the exact time that we leave. So you won't have to wait to talk to us about what happens. We'll miss you though." He smiled.

The elderly woman let out a sob and threw herself at her children. "I'm so proud of what you're doing. Make sure that man is happy. Merlin knows he needs it. And be careful!" She pulled back and gave them a stern glare. "I don't want you to come back with missing limbs, do you hear me?"

The four of them nodded numbly. They were shocked that Molly hadn't protested their leaving.

"Oh, I'll miss you so much," the woman cried. "Don't do anything too drastic. And bring me back some grandchildren." She winked at Ron and Harry, who blushed. She hugged them once again. "I love you. Be safe." She whispered.

"Love you too, Mum." They smiled and left the Burrow for who knows how long; for them anyways.