The ceremony went faster than Evie had expected. Fluer and Bill were married in less than twenty minutes and a stunned Evie sat at the head table with Oliver pressed closely beside her. She had been disguised as one of Fluer's cousins whiel Harry had been disguised as one of Bill's cousins. She was even talking with a fake French accent, which in her opinion was pretty damn bad. The disguises were to discourage any of the wedding guests from getting too nosy about them, even though people were asking about the mysterious cousins coming out of nowhere. Despite the fact, Evie was actually enjoying herself…even though she was appalled at the wasteful use of money.

"Remind me never to do this." She whispered to him. Oliver's heart almost stopped as she picked at her cake.

"Get married?" Evie shook her head.

"No, have such a huge ceremony. I mean, think of all the money they spent for like twenty minutes. It's absolutely ridiculous." Oliver let out a shaky sigh.

"Right, I'll keep that in mind." Evie tossed down her fork, which she couldn't help but notice that it was gold…just like everything else…

"I'll do it on the beach." Oliver snorted.

"The beach? A British beach? You can't be serious, the beaches are always freezing, even in the summer time." Evie smirked with a little giggle.

"Then we'll go to Italy. Get married at sunset or something cheesy like that." Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"We?" Evie blushed.

"It's a possibility." She muttered. Oliver glanced around with a smirk on his face. He discretely pulled out the ring box and placed it in front of Evie. She stared at it, but didn't say a word.

"Open it." He muttered, the smirk still on his face. Evie glanced over at him with wide eyes.

"Oliver…what is this?" She asked.

"Well seeing as I can't make a big deal out of this because you're technically a different person, this is a very quiet and discreet proposal." Evie smiled widely as she opened the box and the tears started to prick at the corners of her eyes.

"It's so beautiful." She whispered. Oliver gently took her hand under the table.

"Will you marry me Evie?" He whispered into her hear. Evie let out a little giggle, finding it funny that nobody around them was noticing what was going on. It was like they were the only two people in the world.

"Yes." Oliver quickly slipped the ring onto her finger before gently kissing her cheek.

"I would give you a better kiss, but…" Evie shook her head.

"No, I understand." She quickly returned the kiss on his cheek. "I love you so much." Oliver smiled.

"I love you too."

A sudden explosion from the other side of the reception made the pair jump. Before she knew it, Evie was grabbed and pulled out of her seat by a disguised Harry. She turned to say a quick goodbye before Harry pulled her into the crowd. There were words caught on his lips before he was pushed from the table along with Arthur and Bill. Evie shook her head and pulled her hand out of Harry's to run alongside him. Ron and Hermione rushed behind them and they disappeared from the house.

They were suddenly on a street corner somewhere in London, all four of them decked out in their wedding attire. Evie felt ridiculous as they swarmed into a small café. She was stunned that they actually ordered drinks. Having a cup of coffee was the last thing on her mind.

"What's going on?" She asked. "What happened back there?" Harry sighed.

"Death Eaters, what else?" Evie nodded.

"The evil version of a wedding crasher, just perfect, exactly what this world needs." She started to massage the bridge of her nose. "I suppose they came looking for us?" She asked, meaning Harry and herself.

"They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." Ron muttered. Evie rolled her eyes.

"No shit. They attacked us when we were babies, do you think they're going to wait around for a wedding?" Ron slouched slightly in her spot while Evie sighed with frustration. "Sorry, I'm just pissed." She quickly explained. "What could have made them decide to come now?"

"Voldermort's taken over the Ministry." Harry said quickly. "People are already starting to die already…and he's…taken control." Evie sighed, resting her face in her hands.

"I really hate this…" She muttered. The four settled into an uncomfortable silence as the ancient waitress served them their coffee. Harry suddenly furrowed his brow together as he noticed something glittering on Evie's finger.

"What the hell is that?" He asked when the waitress finally walked away from their table. Evie instantly pulled her hand underneath the table with wide eyes.

"Nothing." She replied quickly.

"Oliver proposed, didn't he?" Evie bit her lower lip, twirling the ring around her finger.

"Maybe…does it matter?"

"It's too dangerous to make that kind of commitment. One of you is going to end up hurt and life will never be the same."

"I think that we all figured that out a long time ago."

Without warning, two men came crashing into the shop with wands drawn. Evie, already morphing back to her old self, already had her wand at the ready and froze them both long enough for the four to start running.

"They turned to ice, what kind of spell was that?" Hermione asked. Tripping around the corner, Evie hiked up her dress and went running down the street in her high heels.

"I'll tell you later, but right now isn't the best time." She grunted as she felt her heel break and the straps fell off the sole of the shoe. Her foot dug into a chunk of broken glass, a groan of pain escaping her lips. "We have to get out of here faster." She whipped the wand around her head and a green light covered them all. It felt like they had been lifted off the ground and were flying while still running. Their feet suddenly stumbled onto the ground and they landed on another, much cleaner street. Evie fell to the ground with a loud cry, blood seeping from her foot. Ron hoisted her up while Hermione and Harry took in their surroundings. Harry's eyes focused on one house unparticular.

"It's 12 Grimmold Place…it's Sirius's old house." Evie groaned as she wriggled in pain in Ron's arms.

"I don't care who's house it is just get me inside and take the fucking glass out of my foot!" She dug her nails into Ron's neck as the glass began to burn in her skin. Ron ground his teeth and let out a low groan.

"Please…for the love of God…she's about to rip me a new hole and kill me."

They rushed up to the doorstep and disappeared inside without a single soul to witness them. Evie was instantly put on the couch with her foot raised for Hermione to examine. With the help of her wand, she slowly pulled the glass out and was able to clean and bandage the cut.

"You should be fine even though it was a deep cut, you just won't be able to walk for a few days." Evie rolled her eyes as she rested her head back on a pillow.

"Great…that's just fucking great…"