Grimmauld Place was every bit as disgusting as Hermione had remembered. She hadn't been there in months but it all came rushing back to her as dust flew every which direction from the apparition. She couldn't stop some of it from going up her nose and into her mouth and she bent over, coughing.

Fred looked over at her, a smile on his face. "Easy now 'Mione," he said a low chuckle in his throat. At the sound of unfamiliar voices the living room of the Black Mansion was suddenly very crowded.

"Easy now," Hermione said, putting her hands above her head. The several wands that had been aimed at her heart were then removed, only one remained.

"Who went with you to the Yule Ball but who did you dance with for one song?" the voice demanded.

"I-er, Viktor Krum and I danced with Harry- Harry Potter." She said, panicked by the surprise question. The final wand was removed with a sigh. She took a closer look to see Snape… of course he was worried about infiltration, she said ironically to herself.

"Very well, what brings you here to Grimmauld Place?" Mr. Weasley asked. Fred looked over at his father.

"We require Sirius's time-turner." He said. "We have a wedding to go to." Everyone in the room looked at him as if he were mad.

"What in great Merlin are you prattling on about?" asked Tonks, a puzzled look on her face.

In a bit of a rush, Fred hurried to explain the plan that he had come up with. Everyone was awed at such a brilliant plan except Severus. "That's pointless," he said bluntly. "They can't be stopped by a mere piece of paper, trust me, I know from experience."

Hermione was irritated with the man. "We don't have any other options; we thought we might as well have a go at it."

"So you are prepared to have another man take Dolohov's place? Fred, I assume." Mr. Weasley spoke up. Hermione hesitated, but nodded. The head of the Weasley's looked doubtful but motioned for him to follow them.

A slight movement caught her eye and Hermione turned her head and she saw Kreacher, the house-elf slink further into the corner, a disgusted look on his face. Fred tugged on her hand and she moved on, leaving him alone in the hallway. Mr. Weasley led them up the stairs into the master bedroom where it sat in a little glass case.

The thing looked like the mother of all time-turners; Fred looked at, realizing now why everyone had seemed so unbelieving. He turned to Hermione and then back to his father. "Does it even work?" he asked, swallowing.

His father shrugged. "We've never used it." He said.

Hermione looked over at her almost father-in-law with a grateful nod. "Thank you Mr. Weasley," she said politely. The man nodded and closed the door behind him to go back down to the Order meeting, leaving the pair alone.

"Right," Fred said, staring at the collaboration of metal and magic sitting in the glass case. "You know how to work it?" he asked her.

"I had one in my third year yes, but that one was quite a bit newer than this." She said, reaching inside the case and plucking it gently from its previous resting spot. "I think it still functions the same way though… I'm not sure, we'll find out though. I need you to hold on to me." She directed the boy, he obeyed, clasped her around the waist.

"How far should we go back?" he asked. Hermione looked up at him, her brow furrowed.

"What about just one whole day?" she replied. "We'll wake up and your father can oversee the small ceremony." Fred nodded. She turned and looked at the ancient tool again, it must've been something like the one she'd worked so long ago…

"Aha!" she said happily as she got the little rings to turn, she cranked it back and back. Fred looked at it curiously as she kept cranking. After he counted thirty-seven cranks she turned her attention to Fred with a shaky smile. "Ready?" she whispered.

He barely had time to nod when he opened his eyes and he was lying in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He sat up, rubbing his head. "Blimey," he murmured.

A loud noise was heard and Hermione burst through his door, her chest heaving and her eyes wide. "We did it!" she squealed loudly. "We did it!"

He stood up to be tackled in a hug that knocked him down on the bed. He looked down at Hermione, shaking his head. "You ready to be married?" he asked her. She stopped smiling and looked up at him.

"No," the little witch admitted truthfully. "But I'm definitely not going to get married to Antoine Dolohov." Fred felt a little sting but knew that all along that's what it had been all about.

"Very well," he murmured. "Get off me!" he added and she scrambled up, a blush on her cheeks. He offered her his arm and she took it as they went down the steps.

When everyone looked up to see the pair they let out happy smiles and cheers. "You did it!" Harry said, smiling. They both nodded in unison, Fred untangling his arm from Hermione's and walked up to his mother.

"Mum," he said, very seriously. "We have a wedding that needs to take place today." His mother grinned and nodded rapidly.

"Of course," she turned to her husband. "Arthur, you are a ministry official are you not?" she asked. Mr. Weasley took a sip of coffee and nodded, uncertain of where this was going.

"Wait!" he said, as he suddenly got it. "You want me to marry them? I can't do it! I'm from a totally different department!"

Hermione stopped smiling. How could she have been so stupid? "He's right, he doesn't know the marriage charms." She said with her shoulders slumping until she caught sight of the empty kitchen table where the Prophet was. "Wait!" she said, an idea in her mind. "They haven't announced that the new head of the Department of Marriages! That means that things haven't been reformed! We can write for a Ministry Official right now!" Everyone looked at each other and Mrs. Weasley scrambled to get Errol.

"No," Harry said, standing. "Take Hedwig or Pig, they're faster." He said. Fred's mother looked over to the family owl and then back to Harry with a nod. Ron scampered upstairs then, coming back down with the small, hyper, owl.

"Here mum," he said, handing the cage over. Mrs. Weasley wrote something out on a piece of parchment and put it on the messenger owl's back.

"To the Ministry." She told it.

Not giving any sign it had heard, it flew out of window and away. Hermione had her hands clenched tightly in fists as she looked over at Fred, who incidentally was looking at her. They both realized they were gawking at each other and hastily turned to face the other way.

"While we're waiting…" Mrs. Weasley said. "I know this is a bit of a quick, unplanned event, but Hermione, would you like to wear your wedding dress?" she asked.

Hermione gasped. "You actually bought it?" she asked her soon to be mother-in-law. The woman nodded sheepishly.

"Well, yes, and I got Fred his suit. I couldn't resist and it's a good thing that I did. Do you want to?" she asked the little witch, eyes hopeful.

Hermione turned to Fred, who shrugged. "S-sure," she said weakly. "Let's have a wedding I suppose, you want to invite the Order?" she suggested to the stout red-haired woman.

"Oh Hermione!" Mr. Weasley said gleefully, embracing the girl. "To think, in a few hours you could be one of my daughters." When she pulled away there were tears in her eyes. Ginny now crowded her as well, clasping her friend's hands in hers and smiling.

"We're going to be sisters!" she squealed. Hermione looked to Fred for help but he too was being surrounded by well-wishers. Their eyes met and a little smile played on each other's lips as they were congratulated.

"Well what are we waiting for?" George piped up, a grin on his face. "We got a wedding to prepare for!"

Hermione smiled as she was carted upstairs by Fleur, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny, even though the circumstances were dire, they still wanted it to be something memorable.

Fred watched Hermione leave and then turned to Harry. "Should I follow?" he asked, Harry shook his head, unsure.

"I don't think that'd be a good idea mate." Bill replied. His father, who looked rather unsure of what to make of his son being married, gave him a tight smile.

"I'll go up and get the suit. Charlie, please gather that you can up, we've got to get the guests notified." Fred nodded as his dad disappeared up the stairs and reemerged a few minutes later with a few hangers holding a black suit.

"They should be just right mate," George put in. "They were made with my measurements." His brother clapped him on the back.

Then, a knock sounded at the window and Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon was seen flitting about. George opened the window and it took the combined force of Harry, Ron, and Fred to get him to calm down enough to remove the letter that was on his back.

Fred quickly opened the letter and read:

Dear Mr. Weasley,

Your request for an early wedding has been granted. A Ministry official will be present at your house around 12:00 pm to put the appropriate charms on the wedding rings.

Have a nice day,

Greggory Elam

Assistant to Mae Owlwart

Department of Marriages

Fred looked up, the color draining from his face. "Fred what's wrong?" Ron asked his brother, prodding him. The two Weasleys looked at each other for a brief moment before Fred shook his head.

"We don't have any rings…" Fred said, panicked. "I've got to go get rings!" how could I be so stupid! He remarked to himself, slapping his forehead. The one thing he'd forgotten.

He turned to his father. "I'm going to Diagon Alley, I've got to get rings." Mr. Weasley looked surprised but nodded.

"Hurry!" he said, shooing him into the living room where the fireplace and floo power was located. "You have a couple hours before the Ministry arrives, you need to move quickly." Fred nodded as he stepped into the fireplace and was gone.

Hermione hated dressing up, and this was no exception. She felt a bit of surprise as she felt her clothes being peeled off and her being thrust into the shower to clean the morning/time traveling grime off of her. She quickly shampooed and washed herself and barely had enough time to dry off before being moved back into the bedroom and having undergarments thrown at her to put on.

There was no time for modesty as they watched her slip into her underwear and bra. She meekly voiced her opposition to being treated like a breathing mannequin and it was promptly ignored as Ginny put a bathrobe around her to keep from having to sit, naked while they were fussing over her.

A knock at the door sounded and Mrs. Weasley peeked out to see who it was, Ron stood there, his hand still posed to knock again. "What do you need?" she asked sharply, all business. Ron stuttered out a few inaudible lines before she let him in.

He took a look at Hermione in her robe and grew round eyed but hastily went over to Ginny and whispered something in her ear. She looked at him, surprised and whispered something back; he nodded and quickly exited the room. "Vat vas zat all about?" Fleur asked conversationally. Ginny shook her head and muttered something about him needing advice on what to wear.

Several loud cracks were heard that signaled people where arriving to help. Tonks's voice was heard with Remus's deeper rumble. Hermione now felt butterflies and terror fluttering in her stomach. She looked over to Fleur, the beautiful French girl.

"Hermione, what's wrong dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked as Hermione looked up at the woman.

"You're crying," Ginny pointed out, she brought a hand to her eyes and it came back wet.

"I-I don't know, I suppose I'm just scared." She murmured her voice cracking. Hermione was surprised at her own uncertainty, she sounded so unsure. Ginny rubbed her back comfortingly, but there was little she could say to help console her friend.

"Hermione," her friend spoke to her in a calming voice. "I know that whatever happens, you'll be strong until the end. You're made of something that doesn't break easy and Fred will be hard pressed to match your spirit. You're bright, beautiful, and so sure of yourself. I believe that you might not be doing this because you want to… but because you are duty bound and know that you must do of what is needed of you. I admire that." She said with a smile.

"Thank you Ginny," Hermione said; unsure of what else to say to match such a statement, Ginny wiped away her tears.

"You'll be fine, you still have us don't you?" she said with a teasing grin. "Now, let's get you ready. Fleur, pass me the hairbrush."