Bonds of Matrimony

by HonorverseFan

The All Hallows' Eve changed many things in the lives of Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour. They settle into their new lives and new duties as vassals of the Faerie King. And among their first duties is one they do not mind at all.

2. Chapter 2

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to a very special Emily and part of the Emily Collection the Harry/Fleur Discord server put together.

I would very much like to thank Thisdude4 and CheapCustard for helping me by serving as sounding boards and also my thanks to Thisdude4 for being my beta.

-(/\)-

They both barely remembered returning to their quarters, exhausted from the day's work, though they took extra care to store the rings in a previously prepared chest. Even their usual teasing lacked its enthusiasm, Harry and Fleur both preferring to head to bed after a quick shower. The next day, they knew, another task awaited them.

The next day dawned unpleasantly early, it turned out, they both would have preferred to stay in their tight embrace in bed for a few additional hours. However, they were expected at court. Even breakfast was extra short this time. It was not silent, though.

"It is still a bit difficult to believe," Fleur remarked, looking at the lacquered wooden chest, "at least in a way."

Harry took a last gulp of water and used a napkin to wipe his mouth, finishing breakfast, before speaking up, mindful of Fleur's preference for table manners. "Yes, we talked about getting married before, but this…" He hesitated.

"This makes it very real," she finished for him.

"Aye." He chuckled. "I guess when you involve the Faerie King, things start happening quickly."

"That they do." Fleur grew serious. "Remember our vows. He is our King now."

"Oh, I know that very well." Harry shrugged. "A bit hard not to realise, considering our surroundings." He caressed the handle of the Elder Wand. "I can feel the echo of his power. It's… like a mantle at times, but also always watching." He breathed out, closing his eyes. "Protecting and judging, both at the same time."

"Vows to the Faerie…" Fleur started.

"...you better never break." Harry finished.

"Indeed." She nodded, before once again looking at the chest containing their rings. "With the rings done."

"Marriage."

"Oui. We need to set a good date." Fleur looked focused as she recounted what she knew. "Since the King will be invited…" She subconsciously tapped her chin with the index finger of her right hand. "...the best date would be the twentieth."

"The twentieth?" Harry closed his eyes, trying to work out the date. "Ah, the equinox?" At Fleur's nod, he continued. "Isn't that just… two weeks away?"

"Oui."

"Can we prepare for a marriage in two weeks?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, his tone disbelieving.

"With magic?" She grinned victoriously. "Of course." Then her smirk faded. "It will be a lot of work still."

"Well." Harry sighed. "We better be about it then, no?"

"Oui."

She quickly took his hands into hers and squeezed, affection and pride gleaming fiercely in her eyes. He responded by stealing a quick kiss from her, however, they both knew they had to go. And so Harry collected the chest while Fleur put away the dishes.

On the way to the hall where Gwyn ap Nudd met with petitioners in the morning, they were met with several attendants and courtiers and, judging by their knowing smiles and winks, the Faerie Court knew well of their upcoming nuptials. They were stopped by Adain on the way, the knight garbed in a rich blue tunic and trousers, with the cuffs and collar decorated by golden thread, and a colourful cloak with a circular golden clasp. He was carrying a training spear over his shoulder, an easy smile playing on his lips.

"There you are, kinsman." He nodded at Harry. "And Dame Fleur."

"Good morning, kinsman," Harry replied to his and Fleur's trainer and sparring partner.

"Were you looking for us, Sir Adain?" Fleur chimed in.

"Indeed." Adain put the spear down, bracing it against the ground. "I have been told to seek you out and tell you that the King expects you both in his solar."

"Oh." Harry breathed out nervously.

"We, ah, we 'ave not spent much time 'ere yet," Fleur continued. "We do not know the way."

"Hm." Adain rubbed his chin. "And when we need them, no attendants here, of course." He shrugged. "The soldiers will be spared today, I can lead you…"

"No need to deprive the soldiers of your beatings, grandson." An older voice interrupted them. A grey-haired man in flowing red robes interrupted them, his long beard swaying with each stride. "I can guide these youngsters to where they need to go."

"As you wish, grandfather." Adain bowed courteously. "I shall take my leave then, and thank you."

In the meantime, Fleur tightened her grip on Harry's elbow. Harry too stiffened. Adain's grandfather?

"I am very glad I managed to catch up to you two." The man's brown eyes were warm, yet there was much sorrow in the lines of his face. "Where are my manners?" He bowed down. "Ignotus Peverell, at your service, Sir Harry and Dame Fleur."

"..." No words came from either of them.

"Ah, perhaps I should have introduced myself with more tact?" Ignotus stroked his beard while also scratching the back of his head with his left hand.

"No." Harry awoke from his stupor. "Ah, I, we were just surprised." Fleur, still silent, nodded. "It is an honour to meet you, er, kinsman?" Harry trailed off, unsure what to call him.

"Grandfather or Ignotus is fine." He waved his hand. "And really, the honour is mine. Oh, do not look so shocked." He chided them with a gentle smile. "Managing to convince the King to lift his curse?" His demeanour darkened a bit. "The dishonour we brought upon us, you have lifted." He smiled brightly at them. "But we have already tarried long enough. Come! Follow me, or my dear Heledd will have my hide for delaying your meeting her father."

His overly theatric shudder told Harry and Fleur all they needed to know about his proclamation and so, with smiles adorning their faces, they were once again on the way. Ignotus proved to be a lively companion and a fount of stories about the Court and its various denizens.

Time flew, spent in easy conversation as they navigated the corridors, again meeting the various denizens. It turned out that Ignotus was quite well known, or rather, there was a large number of his various children and grandchildren. And as Harry realised, his kinsmen and kinswomen. Finally, they arrived at a rather ornate door in front of which a rather irate looking woman of ageless beauty was impatiently pacing, her dark plait swinging as she moved.

"Ah, there you are!" She called out upon spotting them.

"Heledd, beloved." Ignotus smiled. "Have you been waiting for us?"

"Have I ever, husband." She put her hands on her hips. "The King is waiting for them together with Master Gofannon." She frowned. "They should not be kept waiting more due to your gab."

"Quite right, dear." Ignotus nodded. "Quite right. Ah! I almost forgot." He turned to Harry and Fleur.

Heledd, seeing this and realising what Ignotus was about to say, despondently put her face into her palms.

"During a wedding, it is customary to have both the groom and the bride brought in by their close family." He nodded at Fleur. "Dame Fleur, I dare say, shall have no trouble with this." Now he turned to Harry, who could see a shade of nervousness appear in Ignotus' eyes. "However, you, Sir Harry, ah, that is to say.."

"Allow me to be direct, dearest," Heledd spoke up. "Sir Harry, it is both a pleasure and an honour to meet you." She stepped towards him, her grey eyes looking into his. Harry idly noticed that even with the considerable effort Heledd put into plaiting her hair, several strands just refused to obey. She obviously found what she was looking for in his eyes, for she surged forward and enveloped Harry in a fierce yet soft embrace. "Grandson," she whispered in his ear.

Harry was stunned for a moment but recovered with admirable speed and hugged Heledd too. This, he realised, he would do much more in the future. Embrace family.

The embrace, however, had to end and Heledd started talking again. "Through the actions of that monster whose end you helped bring about, your parents fell. Would you allow my dear, forgetful husband the considerable honour of bringing you to the sacred circle during the wedding?"

For Harry, there was no need to think about the decision. "Of course." He looked into Heledd's eyes. "We are family."

There was a proud gleam in Heledd's eyes and her answering smile transformed the sharp features of her face. None could overlook her Faerie heritage at that moment, yet none present cared about such.

"Thank you for that, Sir Harry," Ignotus spoke up, going to stand at Heledd's side and embracing her with one hand. "My dear wife is right, though, the King should not be kept waiting." He beckoned towards the door. "Just through here. It was a great pleasure to finally meet you both."

After a round of nodding and waving, Ignotus and Heledd departed and Fleur squeezed Harry's hand.

"That was a very nice thing you did, 'Arry."

"They are family," Harry said without hesitation.

"Of course. Now, let us enter."

And so they entered the door. The chamber inside was light and the air was fresh, large windows allowing the people inside to gaze into the countryside. There was a small round table with several chairs around it and the familiar forms of Gofannon and Gwyn ap Nudd occupied two of those. Gofannon was just refilling Gwyn's pint when Gwyn noticed who entered the room.

"Ah." He stood up, easily the tallest in the room. "You have arrived. Good."

At his gesture, Harry and Fleur took their seats. All the chairs looked the same, with a high, pointed back.

"Master Gofannon tells me you are finished with your rings." Gwyn's voice seemed to fill the room. Gofannon, meanwhile, offered them drinks.

"Yes, my liege." Harry nodded. "Here, see for yourself." With those words, Harry opened the chest and moved it in Gwyn's direction.

Inside, resting on silk pillows, there were their wedding rings, seemingly simple bands of bluish metal with ogham inscription. Yet anybody at least a bit sensitive to magic would be able to feel that magic was woven into them.

"Hm." Gwyn rubbed his chin. "Master Gofannon, what do you think?"

The old blacksmith furrowed his brow as he was wont to do when thinking and concentrated on the rings. He was quiet for a time, sometimes mumbling indistinctly or grunting, as he looked at the rings from various angles.

Fleur, and Harry, especially Harry, were quite nervous, having the old master inspecting their work. Harry's hand sought Fleur's out under the table and squeezed. It helped a bit and both gained just a tiny bit of reassurance.

Finally, it looked like Gofannon was satisfied as he lifted his gaze, looking perhaps the most serious Harry has seen.

"The work has a lot of room for improvement." Gofannon started with his rough voice sending chills down Harry's spine. "However, it is passable."

Harry had to struggle to keep his sigh of relief inaudible. Fleur squeezed his hand this time in congratulations.

"It is rough, but it should bear the enchantments quite well." Gofannon continued. "Obviously, young Harry and Fleur need more training if they are to improve."

The chest was returned in front of Harry who closed it again.

"Well then," Gwyn started again in his deep voice, "thank you for your judgement and your efforts, Master Gofannon."

Gofannon merely grunted in reply and took a large gulp from his pint.

"With your rings done, you are one step closer." Gwyn steepled his fingers.

"Oui," Fleur spoke up, raising her gaze. "We 'ave also set the date of the ceremony, when night surrenders to day and when new life sprouts."

"Ah." Gwyn nodded. "The spring equinox. Good choice."

"Merci." Fleur acknowledged with a quick smile towards Harry.

"With the term set," Gwyn interjected, "what about location?"

Harry and Fleur glanced at each other and nodded.

"Near the hillock passage in Godric's Hollow," Harry spoke this time. "We have found a meadow that should be… suitable."

"Another good choice." Gwyn smiled. It was a somewhat unusual sight, but not many outside the Court ever saw Gwyn ap Nudd, especially out of his armour and antlered helmet. Were it not for his size and the fierce look in his eyes, he would resemble a human nobleman, clad in a robe of rich red brocade decorated with golden geometrical patterns. "You surely realise that your wedding shall be, let us say, unusual."

"Indeed." Harry nodded. "Your presence guarantees that, my liege."

"That it does." Gwyn chuckled while Gofannon snorted under his beard. "You shall need an equally unusual person to officiate it."

"Ahem," Gofannon forced a cough. "Do forgive me for interrupting. I believe I know just the right person for the job."

"Ah," Gwyn nodded. "Your brother?" At Gofannon's nod, Gwyn continued. "Yes, he would be suitable."

"Then, with your permission, I will go find him."

Gwyn just nodded and waved his hand. Gofannon rose from his chair and quickly left, though Harry noticed that he also left his pint empty.

"Master Gofannon has never been much for gatherings such as this," Gwyn remarked when the doors closed. "Your work is passable." He looked into the young couple's eyes, enjoying their suddenly nervous expressions. "That is high praise indeed, coming from him. I believe you will like his brother. Eufydd, that is his name, has experience with such ceremonies." He put both palms on the table. "Is there anything else?"

Harry and Fleur shared a look again, before shaking their heads.

"No, my liege," Harry spoke. "I believe that is all."

"Very good." Gwyn nodded. "Now, I believe you have much to organise, no?" At their nod, Gwyn spoke again. "Then you have leave to depart. Do not forget to send me further information."

"Yes, my liege."

"Oui."

-(/\)-

The journey back did not take much time and they were truly growing accustomed to travelling through Annwn. Then, it was only a matter of apparating back to their cottage. By the time they arrived, both were hungry, so Harry went about preparing a snack for them while Fleur laid out the plates. It was just a simple affair of ham sandwiches, but they served their purpose. They kept sitting at their table, enjoying the sun coming in through the window.

"So, what all do we need to organise?" Harry asked, fondly remembering the many times Hermione used to ask this question.

"Well, we 'ave the time and place,'' Fleur began. "We need to invite the guests, provide food and music for the reception." Fleur tapped her chin in thought. "If we want to start a family…" They both blushed. "...we need a bigger 'ouse. This one is nice…"

"But it would be small." Harry nodded.

"Exactly." She smiled at him. "We also need robes." Noticing his look, she chided him. "Now now, 'Arry. You will look dashing." She smiled impishly. "And you will love seeing me in a wedding dress, non?" She winked at him and blew him a kiss. At his resulting blush and stutter, she just chuckled.

"Ahem." Harry coughed into his fist, willing the blush down. "Fine. I'll go to Gringotts then? They can help with buying a house, right?"

"Oui." Fleur nodded. "They provide that service for a fee."

"So, Gringotts, then I'll go invite the Weasleys, hm, who else?" He tapped his forehead.

"The 'Eadmistress? Are you close?" Fleur suggested.

"Hm, Professor McGonagall?" Harry perked up. "Yes, good idea. And Kingsley too, he was in the Order."

"Bon." She nodded. "I will invite my family. Gabby will be ecstatic. Maman, Mamie, and Gabby can 'elp me with my dress."

"Alright." He smiled. "I will make sure to get some nice dress robes too. Maybe Madam Malkin would take that order?"

"Per'aps. It will be a busy day."

"Yeah," Harry sighed. "Lots of things to do."

Fleur smiled at him and offered her hand to him, which he took with relish. "We will not be separated for long, mon cœur."

Harry stood up and drew her into his embrace. "I hope not." He whispered into her silvery-gold hair.

-(/\)-

The way to Gringotts felt a bit strange to Harry. For quite some time now he had been avoiding public places, at first due to Britain being under Voldemort's control and lately because he frankly preferred living with Fleur in the countryside. He had long grown resigned to the fact that people would stare at him, but the atmosphere in Diagon Alley was curious. On one hand, people were truly happy that Voldemort was dead, yet the manner in which it happened and the rumours of Harry's connection to the spectral cavalcade that very brutally removed Voldemort and his Death Eaters from Britain all meant that he was viewed with a combination of awe and suspicion.

At the very least, people left him alone, unwilling to pester him. Still, Harry hurried on his way, unwilling to have a confrontation with reporters from the Daily Prophet. The familiar building of Gringotts bank was a welcome sight, even though the armed goblins guarding the entrance were surly as usual.

The inside was just as he remembered, a marble nexus of activity with people and goblins both moving through at various speeds, pursuing various goals. And he just saw his own goal, finding a free information goblin.

"Where in this building can I find a goblin authorised to arrange transactions?" Harry addressed him, directly and bluntly. As Fleur had told him, the goblins hated wasting time, finding politeness and small talk insulting. For them, time was indeed money.

"Go down that corridor, wizard." The information goblin waved in a direction quickly, fortunately, Harry noticed the corridor. "Turn left and enter the third door from the right. Ask for Hoglik."

Knowing better than to waste the goblin's time and seeing him already turning away, Harry headed down the indicated corridor. The doors all looked very similar, but the third door after he turned left indeed bore the inscription Transaction Mediation – Ogbur, Hoglik, Snagog. A snarl of 'Enter' answered his quick knock on the door.

The inside looked very much like an office, with three large tables each arranged near a different wall. The armchairs were stuffed to be comfortable and behind each table sat a goblin surrounded by stacks of parchments. One table was occupied by a client, but the other two were free and, fortunately, Hoglik's was one of them.

"I was directed to you, since I wanted to arrange a transaction via Gringotts." Harry began.

"You were directed correctly, Mr Potter." Hoglik, if Harry was honest, looked rather ugly even for a goblin, his pallor sickly, teeth sharp and his eyes seemed to glow yellow. "What transaction do you have in mind?"

Harry eyed the magical device Hoglik had on his table, close to his left hand. As Fleur had explained, it would detect any magical disguise and allow the goblin to call for guards with a single push of a button.

"I wish to buy the house that was owned by my parents in Godric's Hollow," Harry spoke, taking care that he would not be overheard by the other client in the room.

"That," the goblin hissed, snarling, "is impossible. That house is not for sale."

"Why? Who owns it?" Harry wanted to know.

The goblin's answering smile was all teeth. "Your own ministry. They made it into a monument."

Harry scratched his head. "Is there some other building on sale in Godric's Hollow, then?

Hoglik shuffled a few parchments on his desk until he found what he was looking for. Taking another roll of parchment from a pile, he unrolled it. "Hmph. There are no buildings for sale in Godric's Hollow at this time."

"Oh." This piece of news took the wind from Harry's sails. "Is… Is it possible to buy land then?"

"Certainly," Hoglik agreed. "There are several plots of land available. Do you have a preference?"

Harry had to think a bit. "Hm, ideally, it should be at the edge of the town."

"Yes." Hoglik nodded and copied a few lines from the parchment on another list. "Here, some further details."

The amount of money mentioned almost caused Harry to gasp, but he controlled himself. He knew he could afford those since Sirius left him a rather sizable fortune, but he was not used to such large spendings.

"This one."

-(/\)-

While Harry had to deal with the Goblins, Fleur went the now well-practised route to visit France. It took a series of apparition jumps, the last one being from one shore of the Channel to the other and she found herself in the country of her birth. While she had come to appreciate Britain, she always felt that the air smelled just a bit sweeter in France. It took her only two more jumps to arrive at her parents' house, seeing the silhouette of the forest behind it, near Orleáns. The house itself was a welcome, familiar sight, bringing with itself warm tinged memories of moments of laughter and affection.

She stepped closer to the door, taking in the familiar brick walls and the sloped, dark tiled roof. Though it was no manor, the two-story house offered enough space for the family. She rang the familiar bell and a cheer sounded from the inside. Gabrielle, surely. At that moment the door opened and, indeed, her younger sister stood there, her eyes alight with joy. And when Gabrielle spotted her...

"Oof." That was the only thing Fleur managed to get out as a squealing, precision-guided blonde missile glomped onto her in a surprisingly strong hug.

Fleur hugged her sister back, of course, and noticed her mother standing a few steps behind, together with her father, both smiling in delight.

"Fleur! You're back! It's been ages since I saw you!" Gabrielle was pouting. She obviously got practice, her pout was much improved.

"Now, little sister, it's not even a month." She patted Gabrielle on the head, feeling her little sister vibrating with energy.

There was a cough from their father, still smiling, making Gabrielle look up. "Gabby, release your sister and let her come in. After all, we also wish to properly greet her, right Apolline?"

"Uhum." Apolline needed no words, her teasing smile was enough. And therefore, once the pouting Gabrielle released her big sister, Fleur found herself in a double hug. And Gabrielle snuck in too, the little minx. It took some time for the family to disentangle themselves. They knew well their behaviour would be viewed as improper in the French high magical society, however, this was their house and thus also their rules.

"So, what news do you bring us, daughter?" Her father, Olivier Delacour wanted to know, the laugh lines set in his face. He was dressed as was usual for him. When he had time to spend alone with his family, her father dressed very casual, in a somewhat greasy grey shirt, partially tucked into dark blue pants. Even his brunette hair was messy. Not many would expect the finest magical clockmaker in France to look this way.

Her mother Apolline looked as elegant as always, even when wearing a simple dress meant for home. Again, many were surprised to see the unassuming clockmaker married to a Veela whose looks put supermodels to shame. Many expected her to be a vapid bimbo, yet there was a keen intellect and a good understanding of people behind Apolline's sky-blue eyes. She was a formidable negotiator, making sure that her husband never got taken advantage of. Together they made a great pair and it was Fleur's hope that she and Harry would follow in her parents' footsteps.

"We have set the date for the wedding," she said with a wide smile of her own.

"Don't keep us in suspense, Fleur." Apolline looked into Fleur's merrily gleaming eyes.

"Yes." Gabrielle took her sister's hand. "When is it?"

"Very well, you chick." Fleur mussed Gabrielle's hair, much to her chagrin. "It is on the twentieth."

Gabrielle squealed again, accompanied by a cheer from Olivier, while Apolline looked a bit thoughtful.

"It sounds like you have put much thought into selecting this particular date," she remarked.

"Exactly, mother," Fleur replied, her eyes flashing amber.

Apolline nodded and clapped her hands. "Wonderful! How can we help?"

"Yes," Olivier chimed in. "A wedding is no small thing to prepare, my flower. What do you need?"

"Dress!" That was Gabrielle's contribution to the conversation. "Fleur needs a princess dress!"

"A dress is truly important, Gabby," Apolline agreed. "Would you like our help, Fleur?"

"Please." Fleur smiled as they moved through the foyer into the living room, taking seats in comfortable armchairs, though Gabrielle decided to imitate a limpet and stayed on Fleur's lap.

"Oof, Gabby, you've grown up. And heavy." Fleur gasped out. After a bit of tickling, the pouting Gabrielle found a seat of her own.

"So, Fleur," Apolline began as she levitated a catalogue towards her daughter. "Take a look through this. And while you are looking, what about food for the reception."

Fleur caught the catalogue. Inside was a broad selection of dresses of various cuts and colour combinations, the illustrations charmed to move, so the models posed as if they were real living beings. This would take some time.

"Harry mentioned the Weasleys are probably willing to help, and his house elf friend Dobby is positively giddy at the prospect," Fleur talked slowly as she turned pages in the catalogue.

"Weasleys and an english house elf." Apolline tapped her armrests. "English food should be well represented, I'd say." At Fleur's distracted nod, she went on. "So it falls to us to provide some French food, no?"

"Ah, we would be grateful," Fleur said, looking at a particular model, imagining herself with a flared silver-white skirt and sleeves and a bright green, decorated bodice.

"One caught your eye?" Apolline asked, a knowing glint in her eyes. She noticed that Olivier went to the kitchen. And knowing her man, yes, he was preparing coffee.

"Yes, this one, I think it will look good on me," Fleur admitted.

Her mother almost snorted. "Darling daughter, an empty potato sack would look good on you." She gratefully accepted the cup of coffee from Olivier. "Mark that design down and keep looking. Ah, great coffee as always, dear." She smiled at Olivier. "I will invite cousin Estelle."

Fleur brightened at the news. "Oh, auntie Estelle? Will she have time? I know she gets many orders."

"Heh, she will make time for family, you know that," Apolline retorted. "Several of your cousins will take part too. Be ready for the fittings." She closed her eyes in thought. "I believe Estelle still has your measurements."

"Mhm, that sounds good." Fleur nodded. "Will you also tell grandma Elena?"

"Of course." Apolline smiled and took a sip of coffee. "Do you want her to help design your dress?"

"Uh." A blush crept up to Fleur's cheeks. "I would rather not."

Apolline laughed while Gabrielle watched, wondering why Fleur wouldn't want grandmother's help. Grandma Elena always had the best stories.

There was a tap on the window. As Apolline flicked her wand to open it, in flew a familiar snowy owl and landed on a table in front of Fleur.

"Hedwig? So fast? Have you found some secret passage here?" Fleur wondered.

Hedwig, of course, offered no answer other than proudly preening and offering her leg to her. Fleur quickly untied the roll of parchment from Hedwig's leg while Gabrielle ran for some owl treats. Harry's familiar handwriting, while much improved, would always be messy.

Dear Fleur,

I hope your trip to France went well and your family is doing great. I went to Gringotts as agreed, however, no houses were on offer. So I bought an empty lot. It will take some time and effort, but I guess we will have a new house, just like you wanted.

I also went to Hogwarts, the Headmistress and Hagrid have agreed to come, but Professor Flitwick unfortunately can not manage.

My cousins from beyond the hill caught up with me and are fitting me for new robes for the wedding.

I hope everything goes well.

Love,

Harry

Rolling up the parchment, Fleur noticed the curious looks of her family.

"Harry wrote me about how his day went," she explained. "He is getting fitted for a new robe after inviting a few guests for the wedding."

"That is surprisingly little for how long the letter was," Olivier commented. He always had a good eye for detail.

"Ah." Fleur hesitated. "It looks like we will not be buying a house. There was only open space."

Apolline exchanged a significant look with Olivier.

"I believe we can help with that," she stated, her voice firm and resolute.

-(/\)-

The day was proving to be busy, at least Harry thought so. His efforts so far had met with mixed success, but he hoped all would end well. Right now, Harry was walking down a footpath in Ottery St Catchpole, heading to the renovated Burrow. He noticed new magical protections that were added, hopefully never to be needed. The house itself was remarkably similar to how it looked before the attack, still defying laws of physics. However, the lively, joyful atmosphere was still absent. Harry was not surprised by this, he knew that the attack was brutal. He remembered the new scars on the survivors, but even more he remembered the crushed looks in their eyes. The parents had lost five of their children, Ron and Percy five of their siblings. Unbidden, a memory from his fifth year came up, finding Mrs Weasley struggling with a boggart. Her greatest fear had been laid bare for Harry to see, her family dead, him dead. He resolved to speak to Arthur about how Molly was doing and how he could help.

He strode on as he thought and now reached the front door. The house seemed eerily quiet, but there at least was a response to his knocking. The door opened and he was once again welcomed by the sight of his best male friend, his scarred face with discoloured eyes and his metal hand.

"Harry?" Ron sounded somewhat nervous. "What brings you here?"

Harry caught on to Ron's nerves, however, it did not look as if anything too serious had happened, so he decided not to mention it. For now. "I have more news. Is everyone here?"

"Ah, yeah. Everyone. Come in." Ron held the door open and cleared the way.

The inside was very much how Harry remembered, which in itself was disconcerting. The Burrow used to be organic and messy. Now it seemed static. Molly and Arthur were sitting in the living room, Arthur with newspapers and Molly was cradling a cup of tea. Percy was just coming down the stairs, his movement still awkward due to his metal leg, his walking stick gripped tightly in his left hand.

"Harry." The warm tones of Arthur's voice rang around the room. "Welcome. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Thank you, Mr Weasley, tea would be great." Harry nodded and took a seat next to Molly.

"Welcome back, Harry dear." She smiled slightly. Her voice hitched as she spoke.

"Welcome, Harry," Percy told him, his tone slightly officious. "This is not the best of days I am afraid."

"Percy!" Molly recriminated her older son.

Percy just shrugged. "Harry is as good as family."

Arthur offered Harry a steaming cup of wonderfully scented tea.

"That is still no reason to start with it," Arthur spoke, his voice very much reminding Harry of the past when the Weasley patriarch had to scold one of his children.

"Did I, Did I come at a bad time?" Harry's instincts had him on edge.

"No, dear." Molly sighed. "I…"

"You just had a bad moment, Mollywobbles." Arthur finished gently for her.

Harry looked at her, noticing her downcast look, the way her shoulders slumped, even the circles under her eyes. Molly looked exhausted. He defaulted to how Molly comforted him in the past. Wordlessly, he stood up and went to stand in front of her, his arms open. In no time at all he embraced her firmly, trying to push her as close to his chest as he could without hurting her, offering what comfort he could.

The Weasley males had slight smiles on their faces and Ron surreptitiously wiped away a tear. Even Harry's eyes stang. Percy was right, he was as good as family. And his family, unfortunately, again bore the scars of a war they had not started.

While the males tried not to cry, judging by the wetness on Harry's chest, Molly did not restrain herself so, and Harry was glad for it. He held her to his chest, feeling her quiet sobs and shudders and he tried tracing circles on her back. For a few moments, they stayed there, with Harry willing as much warmth as he could to suffuse the motherly woman he held in his arms.

After a minute, Molly released him with a smile and a sniffle while trying to pat his hair. It was a bit awkward at first, but Harry bent down slightly, allowing Molly easier access.

"Thank you, dear, I…" She began, only to be interrupted.

"Anytime, Molly." Again, Harry tried to put as much warmth into his voice as he could muster.

"Ahem." Arthur interrupted them. "You mentioned news, Harry?"

"Ah, yes." Harry took a sip of the tea. "We have set the date for the wedding, it's going to be on the twentieth."

"That's pretty soon, no?" Ron blurted out. "Are you and Fleur…er, ya know..."

While Harry was glad to see a bit of his old friend back, he had to struggle not to snort. "No, Ron. The date was selected for other reasons. Ahem."

"Ah." Ron got the hint and his ears grew red.

"Wonderful news!" Molly clapped her hands. "So, how can we help?"

"Well," Harry thought out loud. "We have the time and place set. Robes are arranged as is music." Harry stroked his chin. "We are inviting the guests, have the official…"

"What about food?" Molly interrupted him as he was trailing off.

"Ah, food. Fleur's family will probably agree to help." Harry shrugged.

"Food." Arthur chuckled. "Food we can do, right, Molly?"

There was a gleam in Molly's eyes. "Aye, Arthur. Food, yes we can do that."

Harry looked a bit unsure, but Arthur gave him a significant look over Molly's shoulder.

"We will also write to the Delacours and agree on who will cook and bake what." Arthur's voice sounded decisive and Molly was nodding along. "We will also invite you from time to time, to have a taste so you can tell us what you think, Harry. After all, the celebration will be for you and Fleur."

Molly then left with Arthur to the kitchen, already the two were planning various dishes, from soups and roasts to pastries. Percy followed them while Ron nodded to Harry.

"That was the most animated she's been in a month." Ron's voice was quiet as he too grabbed a cup of tea. "This is good for her. Gives her something good to think about."

"I hope it can help her," Harry agreed. "What was Percy on about?"

Ron sighed and shrugged, but remained silent for a minute. Finally, he spoke up, haltingly and hesitantly. "The house is rebuilt, it's fine, but… Mum went into the Twins' room, or what used to be their room." Ron rubbed his eyes. "She just stood there, all silent. It happened a few times, at different spots." He sighed deeply. "Once, we found her just… looking at her wand. So we keep turns with mum, never leave her alone."

"I, I'm sorry, mate." Harry felt as if he was punched in the gut.

"Thanks. I mean, it's not your fault." Ron shrugged. "You at least ended the bastards. Did more than me."

"Ron…"

"I was pretty much useless. Got clumsy, and cursed for my trouble." Ron clenched the metal hand, his artificial eye twitching left and right. "Got those for it, and now I'm sitting home, unable to even help mum."

"Ron." Harry rose from his chair and got closer to his best friend, grabbing his shoulder. "You helped defend your family, you survived a surprise assault."

"Y-yeah." Ron took a shuddering breath. "Doesn't feel like much, does it?"

Harry squeezed his shoulder. "It never does. You can just, go on. Live and be happy. That's what your family and Hermione would have wanted."

"That's gonna be hard…" Ron breathed out.

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "It is. But you're not alone."

Ron clasped Harry's hand and nodded. "Thanks, mate. Needed to hear that."

"Anytime. I'll probably need to hear something like that too." Harry grinned. I'll be relying on you, you hear?"

The two friends embraced and heard a tapping on the window. It was a handsome looking brown owl. Ron went to open the window while Harry quickly waved his wand in an intricate pattern, casting a series of detection spells. The results, however, showed that both the owl and the letter were clear.

"It's for you." Ron handed him the letter and watched the owl immediately turn back and fly off.

Harry noted the Ministry seal and broke it. "It's from Kingsley."

"The minister corresponding with Harry Potter, eh?" Ron teased him.

Mr Potter,

I was very pleased to receive your missive and it is my great pleasure and honour to accept your invitation.

With that bit of formality performed, Harry, it was very nice to hear from you. I feel I may be going slightly mad from all that is happening at the Ministry. It has been hectic since you brought an end to Voldemort. Many people are very scared that the phantoms are going to appear again and slaughter even more people.

However, it was fortunate that you let me know that only the bearers of the Dark Mark were targeted. It has allowed me and the aurors to start cleaning out the Ministry, department by department. It is slow going, though.

There were also changes in the Wizengamot, a few members did not survive the "Bloody Halloween" as it has been called, and quite a few more have dead relatives. However, they also can sense the shift in public opinion, so publicly spouting Voldemort's ideology is frowned upon. In a way, this helps us to pass some much needed bills.

It is going to be an uphill battle, we need to convince the younger generation to abandon destructive ideologies. It is my hope that fair laws will help with that and that the professors at Hogwarts will do their utmost to assist in such an endeavour.

Please, accept my apologies for the length of this missive, it appears I needed to get it off my chest as it were.

Know that I am immensely honoured to be invited to your wedding and I am looking forward to witnessing your marriage to the lovely Ms Delacour. I know the location you mentioned and will dispatch a team to make sure that no muggles are going to notice the ceremony, do not worry.

If you need any assistance, if I can be of any help, please, do not hesitate to ask.

Your friend,

Kingsley Shacklebolt

"Well?" Ron asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Kingsley agreed to come to the wedding." Harry grinned.

-(/\)-

The awaited day arrived and the weather seemed as if it knew that a ceremony was to happen. The sky was clear of any clouds and the air was being kept fresh by a pleasant breeze. The Weasleys, with Dobby's assistance, had helped prepare quite a feast for the wedding, all the while trying to fend off Harry's offer of assistance. This task seemed to awaken something in Molly, her old spark seemed to return to her and she was livelier than she had been in the previous weeks. Dobby assured them that all the food had been transported in order and was prepared for the ceremony.

It took them a bit of time but now they were all dressed and ready to go, although Ron felt quite self-conscious in his dress robes, well fitted and in warm colours. To be honest, he felt a bit of an impostor when he saw himself in a mirror. He actually looked respectable, yet he felt anything but. They arrived on time, apparating to the spot they had visited the day before to help set up the tent under which the reception feast would happen. Already there were quite a few people, Ron noticed. The meadow was relatively wide and an area was selected to have benches on which the guests would be seated. Many of them were already there, but they were mostly unfamiliar to Ron.

The first one Ron noticed, and it was hard to miss him, was a tall, strong looking man, quite pale and sporting a rather wild mane of dark hair. It honestly reminded Ron a bit of how Harry's hair always seemed to have its own agenda. The man stood next to another interesting fellow, definitely an older person, judging by their greying hair and beard. Older the man may have been, though, but Ron certainly felt no urge to tangle with him. Even without magic, the man looked gruff and strong enough to arm-wrestle Hagrid. Those two were surrounded by more people Ron did not recognise, but he also noticed that many of them carried various instruments, some types of flutes and pipes, harps and many he did not recognize. However, a flash of silver brought him to a familiar face. There stood Fleur's mother among several other Veela and was waving at them.

"'Ello, it is good to see you," she greeted them animatedly, looking elegant in her powder blue robes.

"Greetings, Apolline," Mrs Weasley replied. "Is the food alright? Everything going well?"

Apolline smiled brightly. "Oui, everything is going as we planned. Food is prepared and charmed to stay fresh." She smiled at Mrs Weasley. "You outdid yourself, Molly. It looks fabulous."

"Thank you." Molly blushed. "And the dishes you prepared? They look delicious."

"Merci." Apolline winked. "Only the best for our children, non?"

"Exactly." Molly laughed and Apolline joined in.

Arthur exchanged happy grins with his sons and then they were interrupted by another arrival. A few pops announced the presence of Kingsley Shacklebolt in his official robes and his auror detail. He waved to Arthur and nodded to Apolline, though Ron could notice Kingsley looking slightly unnerved by the other guests.

"Oh, those?" Apolline turned towards the unfamiliar group, noticing Ron's curiosity. "They are family friends, especially my mother's."

"Ah, I understand." Molly nodded. "Family is family."

"Exactly so." Apolline nodded too.

At that moment another pop sounded. It would be, Ron realised, a very busy day. The new arrivals were hard to miss, for one of them was Hagrid, towering over any other guest, wearing quite a fetching coat, and Minerva McGonagall in emerald green robes that seemed to glisten slightly.

Apolline excused herself and went to greet the newcomers and usher them to their own seats. It was almost time, so the Weasleys too found their white bench and sat down. In front of the benches which were arranged to have an aisle between them, there was a circle made of flowers Ron did not recognize, also containing four lit candles. Based on their position, they were laid down in cardinal directions. And a bit further away, in the direction of a nice, gently sloping hill, there was what looked like a pile of stones, small enough to fit into his hands, carefully put together. A cairn, Hermione would have called it.

Molly and Arthur ushered them to sit down and be quiet and Ron noticed Hagrid having an entire bench for himself, trying to calm himself down while the Headmistress sent him stern looks. Kingsley was sitting close, switching between looking at the flower circle and several guests, seemingly still uneasy.

Finally, all the guests were seated and then the blaring sound of horns silenced them all. It was starting. A group was approaching the aisle, two men in red robes of a fine material went first, blowing their horns, their sound announcing the arrival of… an old man? Ron noticed an old man with a long beard, wearing a white, belted robe. He looked as if he spent large amounts of time outdoors, being quite tan. Despite his apparent age, he walked on confidently and to Ron he seemed to be bustling with energy. Following the men was a young woman who did not look much older than Ron, wearing a simple green flowing dress. Her strawberry blonde hair done in an elaborate bun, but Ron noticed her gait being a little awkward. The skirt of her dress revealed one of her legs to be made of bright silver. She carried a pair of bowls, one with water, the other with salt, which Ron could see. Out of the Weasleys, he was sat the closest to the aisle.

The horn players fell silent and strode each to one side while the old man walked to each candle, saluting it with a mumbled verse. Ron strained his hearing but only managed to catch the old man addressing the sun at the north candle, the moon at the south candle, and saying a short blessing for the groom at the west candle and the bride at the east candle. He then walked with his assistant around the circle, his assistant, the green-clad woman with a silver leg offering him the bowls. First the old man sprinkled water and then salt on the wildflowers making up the boundary. After he blessed the entire circle in this way, the old man and his young assistant took their places at the far end of the circle, facing the guests. Ron recalled that the sprinkling of salt was meant to ward off evil spirits. If anybody needed help in ensuring no trouble would find them, he thought, it was definitely Harry.

-(/\)-

Harry fidgeted nervously in his new, unfamiliar robes. They felt strange, though they were certainly comfortable. He in fact cut quite a dashing figure in the long under robe of deep green velvet with a shorter outer robe made of richly decorated brocade reaching only to his waist. This one had also a deep green background, but was decorated with themes of stags, hounds and flowers, making it seem more gold than green. Around his waist he had a dark brown belt with a decorative golden buckle and hanging from this belt at his right side was a holster for his wand. To complement this, on his shoulders hung a cloak, again made from dark green, almost glistening, velvet with its edges of richly decorated brocade. The cloak was held together by a golden circular broach resting on his right shoulder.

His look was the result of the combined efforts of the Faerie side of his family, Heledd and Ignotus, of Adain and several other cousins. However, it turned out that even Faerie magic could not force his unruly hair to lie still. It took Heledd over an hour before she was satisfied and proclaimed that Harry looked 'Princely'. When he looked into the mirror, his hair still seemed messy, but he supposed it was a princely mess. The robes were a gift from Ignotus who now strode ahead of him, together with another cousin carrying a large horn. Behind Harry, there was another distant cousin, a small boy with a mischievous smile and a sparkle in his eyes. His hair, much like Harry's own, was dark and messy. At least now, Harry knew from which side of the family the hair hailed. The boy introduced himself as 'Puck' and winked at Harry, who merely shrugged and asked Puck how he was doing. His nonchalance seemed to please the young boy.

There was a horn blaring in the distance, which Harry knew to mean that soon, it would be the time for them to reach the wedding.

Another horn sounded, this time much closer and his cousin blew his horn in response. Harry's group was nearing the meadow now. And now, he could hear the second horn quite close. It was Fleur's procession, a Faerie musician going first, then Fleur and her father, with a pair of Veela as Fleur's maids and Gabrielle trailing behind. They had entrusted their rings to Puck and Gabrielle and Harry felt great relief at sensing the rings' magic still close by.

Fleur looked breathtaking, though she always looked that way. She had taken his breath away, dancing in the rain in a simple summer dress, just as easily as when she was wrapped in several layers of clothing and complaining about Scottish winter. No matter whether her hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing an apron with a multitude of colourful stains, or whether she was gloriously nude and shining with a sheen of sweat, the sight of Fleur never failed to bring Harry to a halt.

Yet now, now his heart skipped a beat. Her long hair seemed to be glowing in the spring sun, mostly let to fall freely on Fleur's back, yet also constrained by a pair of braids going from her temples and tied together at the back of her head. She was wearing a bright white flowing robe decorated with silver flowers. After his own talks and fittings, he recognizes her robes to be made of brocade as well. Over the silver and white layer, she had a bodice, also brocade, of bright emerald green decorated with golden leaves and vines.

"Harry." Ignotus shook him with a smile. "Harry, we need to keep going. You can stare at your bride later."

Both groups made their way to the meadow where Harry saw all the guests sitting on the prepared benches, Gwyn and Gofannon stood out to him, both wearing broad smiles, and many other familiar faces from the Court, including Heledd, looking enormously proud. Elena and Apolline sat with them, Elena with a gentle smile and Apolline wiping away a tear. On the other side of the aisle, he quickly noticed the redheaded Weasleys with Molly sniffling, Minerva foregoing her stern looks and smiling at him, Hagrid openly cried and even Kingsley and his aurors looked happy for him.

They made their way in between the guests, their arrival announced by the horns. In front of them, Harry saw whom he knew to be Gofannon's brother, Eufydd and a bit behind him, a young woman who had been introduced to him as Eufydd's assistant and disciple, Emily Airgeadcos. She had immediately proven to have a sharp tongue, yet she had also looked very enthused at the thought of helping officiate his and Fleur's wedding. Later on, he had learned that her name came from the Irish Faeries. She had helped them when one demon whose name had now been erased had tried to enter the world again. In the ensuing battle, she had lost her leg. Impressed with her valour and wit, the Faeries had fashioned her a new one along with an epithet, a sign of respect. And so Emily of the Silver Leg had come to the attention of Eufydd who had looked quite happy to be her teacher.

Now they stood in front of the circle and Eufydd addressed them loudly.

"Who comes seeking to enter the sacred circle." His voice carried over everyone present without needing magic, resembling rolling thunder.

At that moment, Harry could swear he saw a vision, resembling something you see out of the corner of your eye, yet when you blink or turn towards it, it is gone. The air for a moment seemed to grow heavy, worse than before any storm Harry knew, the sun looked red and Eufydd stood before him, clad not in a white robe but in ancient armour, with a lion skin over his shoulder, carrying a mighty bow. From his mouth, from the tip of his tongue, a thin chain of gold and amber snaked out, leading to Emily standing there with a fierce smile on her face, the chain connecting with her ear. And in the moment Harry took to blink, the vision vanished, Eufydd stood there, resplendent in his clean white robe, awaiting an answer.

"I bring here Fleur Delacour," Olivier spoke up, enunciating carefully, knowing how important the ceremony was. "A maid pure of heart, her soul unstained.

Eufydd's weighty gaze washed over Fleur's group. None dared to speak up or even make a noise. Behind Eufydd, Emily carefully kept her face blank. Finally, Eufydd nodded, once.

"I bring Harry Potter." Now it was time for Ignotus to speak. "A young man of good standing and honour, his will resolute."

Harry now felt the full weight of Eufydd's gaze. An eternity and a heartbeat they looked at each other. It was as if he was facing an indomitable will, yet that moment passed and Harry felt that he could breathe freely again.

"I welcome you Fleur Delacour and Harry Potter to this meadow and to this circle. State now, in front of us all, why you wish to enter, or turn back, never to return." The cadence of Eufydd's voice had an almost hypnotic, compelling quality.

Harry spoke first, though they had not rehearsed what to say, his heart knew its wants and led him well. "I come here, sound of mind and of my own free will, guided by a love brighter than the stars, deeper than the seas. I come here, seeking to enter this sacred circle together with the one holding my heart in her hands, with whom my soul has found solace. I come here to give of myself to her, to enter into marriage with the one I love the most." His voice rang clear over the meadow, not even once did he hitch. Never before did he think he would speak so formally, yet here, at this moment, his words were from the heart.

A few gasps sounded from the audience, sniffles too. Harry thought he recognized Mrs Weasley in there and he heard Hagrid's unmistakable voice try to whisper. "They'd be so proud."

Fleur now stepped forth, her head held high, her back straight. "I come 'ere of my own volition and under my own power, guided by my 'eart brimming with love, fiercer than flames, gentler than spring breeze. I come 'ere, seeking to enter this sacred circle with the man to whom I 'ave given my love. I come 'ere to give of myself to 'im, to enter into marriage with the one I love the most." Her lovely voice recited her intent, seemingly weaving an enchantment over the meadow. Harry noticed a faint silvery glow around Fleur, making her seem even lovelier to all who beheld her.

"Very well stated, indeed." Eufydd intoned, his voice doing nothing to break the spell-like atmosphere of the event. "With your intentions clear and pure, I bid you enter the sacred circle."

And with this invitation, Harry and Fleur, without looking at each other, stepped over the flowery line both at once, feeling the slight tingle of crossing the boundary of a powerful spell.

"To enter such a union," Eufydd spoke up again. "It is customary to exchange gifts to symbolise the bond between you two. Bring them forth."

Puck and Gabrielle knew that it was their moment but suddenly both felt shy. It took a gentle, encouraging smile from the green-clad Emily to get them moving. They too crossed the circle, each carrying a polished wooden box. Stepping in front of Eufydd, they bowed and opened the boxes, allowing the older man to peer inside.

The sight must have pleased him, for Eufydd smiled. "Well made these bands are, with care and skill. Love went into them and love they shall symbolise. May they bring good fortune and a fruitful union to the couple."

Harry and Fleur peeked at each other and she smiled impishly at him at hearing those words. They well remembered the effort put into the making of those rings on that night. In fact, they dreamed from time to time, a shared dream of Harry standing in the forge and working metal while Fleur poured her songs and feelings into the process.

Eufydd nodded once and his assistant Emily stepped forth, in her hands she carried a smooth oval stone.

"An Oathing Stone," Emily announced. "Both of you touch the stone and, here, in front of all of us, swear your vows to each other. To this stone they shall be bound." She nodded at Harry. "The groom first."

Harry stepped forward, putting his right hand on the stone. He knew that this moment was of the utmost import and the vows were one he had painstakingly prepared and rehearsed. He took a deep breath and looked deep into Fleur's silver-blue eyes.

"You are my guiding star in the gloom of twilight,

You are the brightness found in the break of day.

I vow to stand by your side, to be your friend.

I vow to hold you in my arms, and when we are separated by distance to hold you in my heart.

I vow that it shall be your name I cry out in the dead of the night,

I vow that it shall be your name I breathe out with a smile every morning.

I vow to be your shield so that no injury may befall you.

I vow to be your sword so that no foe dares threaten you.

I vow to be the light guiding you through the dark.

As you are for me.

Above and beyond this, I will cherish and honour you through this life and into the next.

These I swear by what my family has sworn by."

He took care not to move an inch, never averting his gaze, showing no hesitation as he recited the vows he had spent evenings refining in the company of Ignotus, Heledd and a number of Faerie knights and courtiers. He recited without pauses, without interruptions. The audience knew how important this moment was and all fell silent, even Hagrid was shushed by Minerva while he dabbed at his eyes with a handkerchief the size of a small tablecloth. The air grew heavy with anticipation and Harry almost felt his hair stand on edge. The magic present in the moment was palpable.

The Oathing Stone grew warm and there was an insistent, quiet ringing sound coming from it now. Emily nodded silently, accepting that Harry's vows were done, and turned to Fleur, beckoning her to come closer with a smile.

Fleur slowly stepped forward, her face serious as she laid her palm on the stone, on the same spot Harry's palm covered a mere moment ago. She focused on Harry's face and spoke up with a clear, ringing voice.

"Your love is the wings that make me soar.

You are the Muse behind my music.

I vow to stand by your side, so that we walk every path together.

I vow to stand at your back, to support you when you falter.

I vow to hold your hand to soothe your pain and share your grief.

I vow to 'old you in my arms to share my joy and rejoice at your joy.

I vow to keep you first in my thoughts in times of need and in times of plenty.

I vow to inspire you to reach ever greater heights.

I vow that I shall 'elp you conquer your fears and attain new hopes.

As you do to me.

Above and beyond this, I will cherish and honour you through this life and into the next.

These I swear by what my family has sworn by."

Harry held her gaze as Fleur proclaimed her love and intentions for all to hear. With each oath he felt her magic settle on him, resembling the feeling of a silk rope being tied around him. Smooth, gentle and warm, yet also firm. Each vow a binding none could tear asunder. What was distance to what he felt now? The connection they had built up and shared and now proudly displayed and affirmed, he felt it could stand against distance and time. He was Fleur's just as she was his.

Fleur stepped back and stood now by his side, making Harry swell with pride and affection. The stone now rang in a duo of tones, rising and falling in harmony and Harry could swear there was a faint glow around it, or perhaps a distortion of the air.

"Now," Emily spoke up, "both of you touch your wands to the stone."

Holly and rosewood gently touched the stone in Emily's hands and a change overcame it. It rippled slightly, and slowly, his and Fleur's name appeared as if they carved them.

"This stone now holds your vows," Emily declared. "You can feel the magic it holds." She pointed at the nearby cairn. "Here the stone shall rest, among countless others like it. Remember the permanence of stone, and let your vows outlast it."

She turned to Eufydd and bowed slightly, a smile briefly twisting her lips. To the far edge of the circle she went and laid down the stone. It was not yet time to cross the boundary.

"Your vows are spoken," Eufydd's voice thundered. "And witnessed." There was a feeling of finality in these words and his voice brokered absolutely no argument. "Now it is time for you to exchange gifts."

Harry turned to Puck who offered him the open box with a smile. The familiar magic of the ring recognised Harry, his hair inside the ring resonating with him. It was a familiar, comforting weight in his hand as he turned to offer the ring to Fleur. He gently grasped her outstretched left hand and gently slipped the bluish band on her ring finger. It fit perfectly and once it settled into place, the inscription flashed blue and gold. Fleur gasped and held her hand up, looking in amazement at the ring. Though she helped make it, she now beheld the ring for the first time as it was meant to be, carrying Harry's very essence and mixing it with hers.

And then it was Fleur's turn to receive the ring from Gabrielle. She smiled at her little sister who was doing her best not to jump up and down on the spot and took the ring carrying her hair. A unique gift a Veela could part with, it was used in the making of the ring. It would forever carry her magic, her feelings, a sample of all the things that made her her. And it would forever rest on Harry's hand, staying with him even in moments when Fleur herself could not.

She turned to him and Harry offered her his left hand. It was akin to the feeling of her vows settling on him, yet different. To his dying day, Harry would be unable to accurately describe the feeling of Fleur putting the ring on his finger, yet Harry also knew it could be described by a single word. Love. And to himself he made a vow then and there, to never stop looking for ways to express that feeling to Fleur, to never stop looking for perfection.

They tore their gazes from each other, suddenly remembering their audience. They saw many faces lit up by blushes, a few couples surreptitiously holding hands and many an eye was shedding tears. However, the ceremony was not finished.

"Vows were spoken and gifts were exchanged." Eufydd narrated, his voice silencing all others. "No couple comes into marriage without family. And it is to family and friends that we shall now give thanks."

Emily offered a simple sweet bun and a goblet of mead to both Harry and Fleur. Harry went to the west candle while Fleur went east.

"To the family watching our couple from the beyond, we offer our thanks and ask them to give blessings." Eufydd intoned.

Harry and Fleur, as they had been instructed, crumbled the bun first and gently, as if sowing seeds, threw the crumbles on the ground. Harry remembered his parents, their willingness to stand up to a Dark Lord to protect their son. With quiet, mumbled thanks the crumbles fell, accompanied by a tear. He remembered Sirius who without hesitation leapt to danger to protect his godson. With his name on his lips, Harry poured the sweet mead on the ground.

When he turned back, he noticed that Fleur, like him, bore a sombre expression. She too lost family whom she wished to thank. They approached Emily and received a new bun, she refilled their goblets too.

Again, Harry strode west while Fleur turned east. His thoughts turned to Cedric this time, the brave boy willing to stand with him, Cedric whose life was snuffed out senselessly. And as more crumbles fell to the ground, Harry's thoughts wandered to the Wesleys, to Ginny who was starting to become a friend, to the twins who would never again bring a smile to someone's face, Bill and Charlie whom Harry did not have the chance to get to know properly. And then it was time to pour the mead.

"Thank you, Hermione," Harry whispered. "Please, watch over us, even just a little bit helps."

This time when they returned both were shedding tears along the way.

"We give thanks to those who went before us." Eufydd's voice was sombre. "But this is a joyous occasion. In this union, you each give of yourself to the other."

Emily handed them each a third bun. This time, symbolically, they each tore off a piece. First, Harry offered his piece to Fleur who ate it carefully. Harry enjoyed the brief contact between his fingers and her silky lips. Then it was her turn and slowly, she offered him a piece. Harry took care not to bite her, though he looked forward to kissing the gentle fingers that were now so tantalizingly close.

This was not the time for such acts, however, as Fleur stood back. Emily took back the buns and returned with a new goblet. This one had two handles and was full of the same mead they poured to their family and friends. They each took one handle, to show that they could work together in their marriage. Fleur smiled at him and pushed the goblet towards him. Together they then raised the golden goblet to Harry's lips, allowing him to taste the spiced mead. After a single sip, they lowered the goblet and it was Fleur's turn.

Carefully, they handed the goblet back to Emily while Eufydd watched in silence, his face inscrutable, yet his eyes bright. Emily quickly returned with an unlit candle while Harry and Fleur quickly went to the candles near which they thanked their dearly departed. After picking those up, they returned to Emily. Another ritual followed, in which Harry and Fleur used the candles blessed in their name, to light the one candle Emily held, the one representing their union. The twin bright flames lit the third candle, making Emily smile. Quickly, all three of them returned the candles to their place, careful not to snuff any of the flames out, for doing such would surely bring misfortune on the marriage.

Free of their burdens, Harry and Fleur then entwined their hands, grasping each other firmly and standing in the very centre of the circle.

Emily returned, carrying an emerald green ribbon with the triquetra and smiling brightly. She proceeded to wrap the silk ribbon around their interconnected hands, around their wrists, around and around and around. Finally, she took the two ends and tied an intricate knot, looking quite akin to a flower itself, with the two triquetras clearly visible.

The audience, Harry saw, were watching with rapt attention, some of them almost standing as the knot was being tied. When Emily finished and stepped back, Harry and Fleur looked at each other, tender smiles adorning their faces. They heard people in the audience gasping and standing up, but Eufydd stepped forward.

"With vows sworn, gifts exchanged and thanks given, the lives of the couple shall be entwined as symbolised by the ribbon," Eufydd spoke up again, silencing the audience. "Tied to a knot." He looked over the audience, before he spoke again, his voice clear and deep. He started intoning, chanting. The wind seemed to buffet with each word he spoke.

"Blessed be this union with the gifts of the East.

Communication of the heart, mind, and body

Fresh beginnings with the rising of each Sun.

The knowledge of the growth found in the sharing of silences.

Blessed be this union with the gifts of the South.

Warmth of hearth and home

The heat of the heart's passion

The light created by both to illuminate the darkest of times.

Blessed be this union with the gifts of the West.

The deep commitments of the lake

The swift excitement of the river

The refreshing cleansing of the rain

The all encompassing passion of the sea.

Blessed be this union with the gifts of the North

Firm foundation on which to build

Fertility of the fields to enrich your lives

A stable home to which you may always return."

The audience seemed almost hypnotized by Eufydd's song-like recitation of the blessing while Harry and Fleur literally glowed with happiness, a silvery glow surrounding them both.

Eufydd turned to them with a proud smile. "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss."

Harry and Fleur did not waste time and quickly leaned forward, their lips meeting above their clasped hands and the ornate knot.

Were they able to perceive their surroundings then, they would have heard applause, people standing up and sobbing. Not even the trumpeting of Hagrid loudly blowing his nose could interrupt them. Still, they eventually had to stop. They turned to face the audience, noticing the numerous beaming smiles and handkerchieves being used to wipe away tears.

Eufydd and Emily went to the edge of the circle, carefully nodded to each other and, at the same time, each lifted one of the flowers marking the boundary. The sacred circle was broken. The audience could feel the magic of the ceremony rushing out, meeting them, gentle and warm.

A smiling Emily brought the twin handled goblet to the audience. As the musicians picked up their horns, flutes, pipes, fiddles, and harps, every member of the audience took a sip of the ceremonial spiced mead, every guest wishing luck and prosperity to the newlyweds.

And so the quiet ceremony grew merry. The musicians started playing a lively tune while those who already drank of the mead rushed forward to congratulate the couple.

And in the background, Eufydd stood, watching the proceedings. Emily, who had in the meantime put the still warm Oathing Stone on the cairn, sidled up to him.

"An altogether nice ceremony, wouldn't you say?" Though there was now quite a lot of noise, she still whispered to him.

"Hm, ribbons, Oathing Stones." Eufydd snorted. "We had none of this nonsense in my days."

He received only a subtle kick to his shin for his trouble. "Come now, I think it is a cute tradition. Romantic."

Eufydd only grumbled unintelligibly, but Emily noticed the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.

While they had their exchange, the goblet was returned. All the guests had had their turn. And so the entire group led by the newlyweds headed to the tent to the south of the meadow. It was quite large, covering tables and seating for all the guests where a veritable feast was prepared. But first, the procession headed to the nearest corner of the tent. There, the newlyweds were to be presented with gifts.

Harry and Fleur stood side by side and a line formed, a line of guests, looking excited and ready to present their presents.

The Weasley family came first, with Arthur, Percy, and Ron carrying boxes, while Molly was hugging a rather large book.

"Dear Potters," Molly stated, bringing smiles and laughs to all gathered. "Please, accept our gifts. You both know how important food can be." More laughs sounded in the audience while Ron was nodding sagely. "Accept our gifts so that you have plates from which to eat." She nodded to Ron. "Silverware with which to eat." This time she nodded at Arthur. "And utensils to help you cook." This time Percy stepped forward. "And from me, please accept this book of recipes and cooking charms. I put them together myself."

Harry and Fleur, still bound by the ribbon, beamed at the Weasleys.

"Of course," Fleur said.

"It is an honour, Molly, Weasleys," Harry added.

The Delacours were the next to step up.

"'Arry," Olivier begun, "Fleur let us see the letter you sent her the day she invited us to this splendid wedding." He took out an envelope and handed it to Harry. "Please, accept this gift, to 'elp you out with building your new 'ome."

"Merci, papa and maman." Fleur bowed slightly while tearfully smiling at her parents and sister.

Harry carefully laid the envelope down, making sure it was weighed down by one of the packages and bowed to the Delacours too. "Yes, thank you very much, Olivier, Apolline. It will be a great help."

Elena was next, her smile radiant enough to rival the sun. "My little flower, Harry, congratulations. I am very happy for you both." She was carrying a book and a small package. "In this package, you will find a few shrunken casks of mead. I noticed you enjoyed the taste the last time you visited." She winked at them. "These are some of my favourite flavours, let me know which you like. Also," she said as she handed them the book. "A book to help you out over long evenings." Again she smiled.

Harry and Fleur looked at the cover and noticed the title. An Illustrated Guide to Keeping a Marriage Interesting.

"Mamie!" Fleur burst out, managing to both blush and dissolve into giggles. Harry, well remembering the decorations in Elena's house, had a good idea of what they would find inside. Though he wouldn't say it out loud there and then, he was looking forward to trying out whatever was inside.

The next person in the line was difficult to miss, for it was Gwyn ap Nudd himself, holding the leash of two dogs.

"I must congratulate you on a magnificent wedding," his voice resonated when Elena stepped aside. "Since a promise once given I do not break, I present you with this pair. This one," he said, pointing at the male, "is called Alwyn. And she is called Bleddyn. May they serve you well and bring you much happiness."

Fleur bowed while Harry took the leash. Fortunately, Gwyn had been right when he had talked about them. The pair of Cwn Annwn were disguised well, for all intents and purposes, they looked like rather friendly white hounds. But Harry well knew of their abilities. Yet since then, he had also learned of their loyalty. He had the feeling that these hounds and their pups would follow his family for years to come.

Gofannon, now looking rather impatient, almost ushered Gwyn away.

"It was a nice ceremony," the gruff man starts. "Will have to thank my brother. Eh." He shrugged. Behind him a few people Harry recognised from his time working in Gofannon's forge, were carrying several rather heavy looking packages.

"You were quite good in the forge." He looked Harry in the eyes. "It would be a shame to let you go to waste. So my lazy attendants have an anvil and a set of tools I made for you." He now looked at Fleur. "And for the missus, a new harp, made for you. Morfan sends his regards too and these scrolls."

"Thank you…" Harry's speech was halted. "Thank you."

"Ah," Gofannon shrugged and proceeded to shake their hands, a right and a left. "You will thank me best by coming to visit sometime. We'll share some ale. And I'll show you a thing or two."

"Of course." Harry nodded. "It will be our pleasure."

"Oui." Fleur looked almost thunderstruck, her eyes lingering on the beautiful harp. "We surely will come visit."

The next visitor in line was as difficult to miss as Gwyn, Hagrid, having composed himself, stood there, his beetle-like eyes shining and not even his bushy beard could hide his wide smile.

"Ah, congratulations, you two." He cradled a small package. "Arry, yer parents would be so proud. Be good ter each other." He noticed the harp among the gifts they received. "More music. Good. Arry, I made yer a new flute, the one from yer first year is now too small." He handed Harry the thin package, revealing a hand-carved flute with intricate details and carving of stags and flowers. "So you can play together."

Next in line were a few Faerie courtiers and Veela Harry did not recognise, but Elena, fortunately, stood nearby and introduced the gifts.

"From Sweden, the king whom you helped sends this gift along with his regards and wishes you a happy and fruitful marriage," she intoned, playing the role of a messenger.

The gift turned out to be a beautiful stone statuette of a woman of rather generous proportions. Seeing the gift, Elena smiled broadly and winked at Fleur. Harry, by now quite attuned to magic, could feel a powerful blessing from the statuette and vowed to himself that it would have a place of honour in their new house.

"Another gift, this one comes from the peaks of the Alps," Elena announced. "Lady Perchta wishes to express her goodwill and sends her well-wishes and blessings. She also gives you a standing invitation for a visit."

This gift was quite different this time. When Harry looked at Elena questioningly, she shrugged and her smile, if possible, grew even wider.

"It is a hearthstone for your new home," she explained. "It carries rather powerful blessings for your home and for your family."

"We are 'onoured by Lady Perchta's gift." Fleur bowed and Harry followed her lead.

A few more gifts followed, Minerva promised them assistance from herself and professor Flitwick when the time came to build their home and Kingsley promised a team of magical builders would be available.

However, at that moment, everyone was looking forward to the feast to follow. For the food looked delicious and smelled even better, the weather was nice and the occasion a happy one. And so, followed by cheerful, lively music, the feast started. Soups, roasts, small pastries, salads, all the guests found either what they were looking for or a new delicious dish to try. Mead and wine was freely available, yet all the guests knew not to overindulge, for after a short feast, another chance for merriment came.

The music changed and the guests stood up from where they were seated. Harry, disentangled from the ribbon, though the knot on it remained, took Fleur in his arms and together they went to an empty space. Joy coursed through their veins, the weather was nice and the music was lively. Soon they were there, lost in each other's eyes, going through the step to the rhythm of the smiling musicians.

Other pairs joined them while whoever was not dancing was clapping along to the rhythm. Hagrid grew bold and led the blushing Minerva in a surprisingly elegant dance. Arthur bowed to Molly and soon the Weasley parents were as lost in each other as the newlyweds.

Percy found himself dragged to dance by Fleur's cousin, his protestations falling on deaf ears. Whether it was due to his or her skills or some magic of the moment, he managed to avoid stepping on her toes, even with his new, metal leg.

The green-clad Emily was approached by a smiling Faerie knight, one of Harry's numerous distant cousins, and the knight and the Airgeadcos were soon dancing in circles, sharing wide smiles.

"You will not join the dance?"

Ron turned around to find the owner of the melodic voice who spoke to him. He found a pair of unfathomable blue eyes and a mane of honey-gold hair, an unknown maiden was smiling at him.

"Ah, well." Ron scratched his chin and then rubbed his metal hand. "I'm not much of a dancer."

"Oh." The maiden smiled. "Today, we are all dancers. Come."

And she took him by his metal hand and led him among the others.

"W-wait, what is your name?" Ron gasped out.

"Angharad. Here, hold me like this. The steps are simple." Her voice was quiet and it helped Ron relax.

For many hours they danced there, sang and feasted. On that day, they were merry.

-(/\)-

The next day dawned early, though neither Harry nor Fleur wished to get up after their wedding night. They opened Elena's book on the first page and Harry's prediction about the contents were proven true. And they did indeed enjoy what they found. However, Harry knew that this day was quite important. On this day they would start with the construction of the new Potter House. After a rather large breakfast and a quick shower, Harry hastily dressed himself into work appropriate clothes.

Checking the time, Harry quickly pecked Fleur on the cheek and rushed out of the house to apparate. His target was a group of trees near Godric's Hollow. Fortunately, nobody noticed him arrive. The goblins had made sure that the purchase was done and registered and the Ministry, he had been assured, had experience with construction in mixed muggle and magical areas such as Godric's Hollow.

He headed to the spot he had purchased, noticing that it was indeed at the edge of the town, quite far from the nearest route. He had looked at various plans and was looking forward to the process.

Soon, others arrived, a group of wizards from the Ministry led by one of the wizards who had accompanied Kinglsley to the wedding. He nodded at Harry respectfully while the wizards started looking around, taking measure of the spot.

Next to arrive was Minerva McGonagall accompanied by Filius Flitwick. While Minerva smiled at Harry and went to talk to the wizards, Flitwick approached Harry.

"My congratulations, Mr Potter. I apologise for missing the ceremony, but, well, I had some prior arrangements that could not wait." His squeaky voice sounded remorseful.

"Thank you, professor," Harry replied. "I understand. And I am very grateful for your help here."

"No, thank you," Flitwick countered. "This will be a pleasure. I had taken a look at some of the plans you had mentioned. I am looking forward to this."

In the meantime, it looked like Minerva had successfully intimidated the Ministry group and was now leading them towards Harry.

"I believe it is time to get started, Mr Potter." She sounded positively chipper while a few of the Ministry wizards were rubbing their ears.

"Of course, professor." Harry offered her a smile and brandished his holly wand.

Since they used magic, work went very fast. The Ministry wizards were competent and Minerva and Filius were proving their formidable skills. Soon, the foundations were done, the walls were measured, the frame of the house stood in a matter of tens of minutes.

"This is the hearthstone you wish to put in, Mr Potter?" One of the wizards asked him. "It will be for the main fireplace, with access to the Floo Network."

"That's right, Mr Smith." Harry nodded and wiped his forehead.

"Those are some serious enchantments on the stone, multitudes of beneficial spells on it. You have good friends." Mr Smith looked genuinely impressed.

"Don't I know it, Mr Smith." Harry honestly had no choice but to agree.

The construction continued at the speed of magic. It was an awe-inspiring sight, a group of wizards wielding their wands like conductors, moving and shaping various objects, putting the house together. Later on, Flitwick had an opportunity to prove his mettle, placing various permanent enchantments at different parts of the house, taking care of things like plumbing, water supply or heating.

In half a day, most of the construction was done, in fact, aside from one of the Ministry wizards who was inspecting the house for any construction flaws, the others were now resting. And during this time, there was a pop of apparition. Harry instantly recognized the silver-haired pair, seeing his wife and Elena holding onto each other and carrying a tree sapling.

"'Arry!" Fleur joyfully rushed into his arms while Elena smiled indulgently.

"It brings me joy to reunite the Potters," she joked. "I come bearing other gifts, though." She hefted the sapling. "This sapling, an oak, is a gift that the entire enclave agreed on."

Fleur had stars in her eyes and Harry too realised the meaning of this gift.

Elena, meanwhile, put the sapling on the ground and gathered the pair in her arms.

"Welcome to the family."

And Harry had to admit, forty centuries gave Elena plenty of experience in embracing family. Her hugs were spectacular. He also noticed Fleur hugging her grandmother and so tightly hugged both the wonderful women.