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Chapter 32: A Wedding and a Secret Revealed
~ AMY ~
Amy couldn't fall asleep. There she lay, on one of the three small beds that were currently occupying a room made for one. Bill and Fleur's wedding was coming up this week, and the Burrow was packed: she, Hermione, and Ginny were stuffed into Ginny's room, Ron and Harry were forced to share with Draco, Charlie was bunking with Fred and George, Remus and Tonks were given Percy's old room, Fleur was staying with Bill in his and Charlie's room, and, of course, Arthur and Molly had their room all to themselves. It's not that the beds were uncomfortable, it's just that they were so close together that Amy couldn't tell where her bed ended and Hermione's began. She debated moving downstairs to the sofa.
What the other members of the household didn't seem to know was that both Ginny and Hermione were particularly loud snorers. Amy found this out for herself during her many sleepovers at the Burrow over the years, as well as her stay at the Granger's over the summer.
Amy crawled to the foot of her bed and stood herself up. She caught a glimpse of the small clock on the wall: 2:36 am. She scrunched her nose, grabbed her robe from where it hung, and exited the room. As she walked down the hall towards the stairs, she passed by a small picture frame with a photo of the entire Weasley family; all nine of them. Amy was still disappointed in Percy for his alliance with the Ministry over the past few years. She used to be so close to him, just like she was with George and Ron. He was one of her best friends. But then he went to Hogwarts. Then he grew up.
Amy tied her robe together as she descended the stairs, even though she didn't expect anyone to be up this late. She made her way into the kitchen and put a kettle on the stove. She figured, if she was up, she may as well have some tea. After grabbing the tea leaves from the cabinet and placing one into a cup, Amy removed the kettle from the stove and began to pour.
She carried the cup with her into the living room, finding none other than Draco Malfoy laying across one of the sofas, fast asleep. Amy narrowed her eyes and quickly went back into the kitchen to make another cup of tea. After returning with the new cup, she placed both onto the table in the middle of the living room and knelt next to Draco. She tried shaking him awake.
"Draco!" She whispered, trying not to wake anyone else up. "Draco, get up."
"Wha…" his eyes opened slightly. "Amy? What the hell are you doing down here?" The Slytherin boy sat up in his place.
"Bringing you tea, apparently." She smiled and held the cup in front of him. He eyed her curiously and then took it from her hands.
"Well…" Draco gestured to the seat next to him. "Join me, why don't you?"
Amy picked herself off the floor and threw herself onto the sofa. They drank their tea in silence for a few moments, but Amy could never stay quiet for too long.
"Why're you down here, Draco?" Amy questioned him. "Molly set up a bed for you, and everything, upstairs. She's not going to like it when she comes downstairs in the morning to find you on the sofa."
He sighed. "It's... Weasley. I think he's upset with me."
"Ron is always mad at you."
"Yes, but this time I believe his reasoning is justified." Draco looked into Amy's eyes. "He likes her, you know?"
"Yeah," Amy drawled out.
"He always has. But he never did anything about it. He's an idiot. How can you be in love with Hermione Granger and not say anything about it for six years?"
"I wouldn't know."
"No. No one knows. Because… Weasley's stupid. He messed things up grandly with Lavender Brown. If he likes Hermione so much, why'd he go off with someone else?"
"Draco…" Amy placed her hand on her friends' shoulder. "This probably isn't an obvious solution, to you, but… what if just try talking to Ron about it?"
"I don't know if Hermione ever officially told him about it. She should be the one to tell him. He's her friend."
"But you're the one that he has a problem with." Amy stood from the sofa. "If you're going to be on our side, then you have to start acting like it. No more petty feuds with anyone, especially Harry and Ron. They're the people closest to Hermione and if you get into disagreements with them, then a falling out between you and Hermione would only be inevitable. Hurting them is only going to hurt her." She crossed her arms, pursed her lips at Draco, and then sighed. "Up to bed, you go." He eyed her curiously. "Now, Draco!"
He held his arms up in defeated and placed his empty teacup on the table. He made it halfway to the stairs before turning back to face her. "Why are you down here, anyway?" She looked at him and half-smiled.
"Your girlfriend snores."
He nodded his head. "Good to know." He muttered and continued on his way back upstairs.
Amy made herself comfortable on the sofa and began drifting off to sleep, planning on waking up early as to not encounter Molly Weasley, who would undoubtedly question why she had not slept in the bedroom upstairs.
Amy stood with Fred, George, Tonks, Draco, Arthur, Remus, and Charlie, around the garden, preparing to raise the wedding tent into the air while Hermione and Ron sat inside, trying to figure out a way to disguise Harry during the wedding.
"Alright, everyone!" Arthur called. "On my word! Wingardium leviosa!"
"Wingardium leviosa!" The group followed in his stead and was able to levitate the tent into the air, fastening it onto the poles posted around the garden. Everyone smiled at their work. Arthur was especially proud; he couldn't wait to see his first-born son getting married.
Amy made her way over to the rest of the group and engaged in conversation.
"You know, Amy," Fred threw his arms around her from behind and drew everyone's attention. "All these wedding preparations are starting to put me into a wedding mood. Wouldn't you agree?"
Amy blushed, Fred's arms still around her. "Wha—what?"
"How about we turn this into a joint wedding?" He got down onto his knee dramatically and grabbed her hands. "Bill and Fleur, you and me. How does that sound?" Everyone around them was staring. Amy was light-headed.
Amy scoffed. "Frederick Gideon Weasley, I hope you're joking because we are way too young to be getting married." Amy feared that he was serious, but she secretly hoped that he was.
The group around them was still eyeing them: George and Charlie looked proud of their brother, Remus and Arthur seemed to be partially confused, Draco had his eyebrows raised in awe and shock, and Tonks, well, she seemed to be giving Fred her famous death-stare.
Fred let out a big laugh and stood up, grabbing her face. "Of course, I'm joking." Amy let out a sigh of relief. He leaned towards her and whispered into her ear, "At least, this time, I am," and placed a long kiss on her forehead.
Amy wanted to ask him what that last bit meant, but Ginny came running up to the group, almost out of breath.
"Amy."
"What is it, Ginny? Is everything alright?"
Ginny looked scared for her friend. "There's someone here to see you. Waiting inside the house."
"The last known will of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
The current Minister for Magic sat in the middle of the Weasley's living room across from four teenagers that never expected to be left something by the late Albus Dumbledore.
Amy had already sat on a crowded sofa with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Harry and Ron were already dressed in their suits, seeing as the wedding was to commence in only a few hours. Amy and Hermione, though, had yet to get themselves ready.
The Minister continued to read from the parchment.
"'To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, a device of my own making, in the hope that when things seem most dark, it will show him the light.'"
Scrimgeour handed the object known as the Deluminator over to Ron.
"'To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.'"
He reached into his bag and extracted a book, which Hermione grabbed straight away, without it being offered to her.
"'To Harry James Potter, I leave the Snitch he caught in his first match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.'"
Harry seemed to question this 'gift' but accepted it, nonetheless.
"'And, finally, to Miss Amelia Jessica Pond, I leave this photograph of her and her parents in the hope that she will soon realize that secret-keeping is unwise, which is why I hope for her to reveal her story, and her roots, to those closest to her.'"
Amy shuddered in her place. She took the photo from Scrimgeour. Harry tried to sneak a look at the photo, but she pulled it away from sight.
"Dumbledore has taught thousands of students during his Hogwarts career. Tell me: what makes you four so special?"
"I expect he trusts us to save the world, wouldn't you say?" Harry sneered.
"You can't do it on your own, Potter, I hope you know that. You and your friends, alone, won't be enough to stop him."
"Will that be all then, Minister?" Amy asked, cooly.
"Not exactly. Dumbledore has also left something else to Harry in his will, but I am afraid that thing was not Dumbledore's to give. The Sword of Gryffindor has only had one rightful owner during its entire existence: Godric Gryffindor."
"But it… it belongs to Harry," Hermione argued. "It chose him, all those years ago, in the Chamber of Secrets."
"Miss Granger, the sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor, but that does not make it his or hers to keep in his or her possession."
"If you don't have the sword, then you may as well leave, Minister." Ron looked as if he wanted to hit the man. "I think we can all agree on that."
Scrimgeour gave the four teenagers a dirty look before disapparating on the spot.
The tent was set and the guests were beginning to arrive. Hermione and Amy, along with Fred and George, were tasked with showing people to their seats as they entered. If Amy was being honest with herself, she didn't expect all of these people to show up; she figured that, with everything that had been going on, the Wizarding community may have been too scared to leave their homes. But, to Amy's surprise, most of the guests had made their way to the Burrow for the wedding of the eldest Weasley sibling.
"Uh, oh." Amy heard George murmur under his breath. She shuffled herself over to him.
"What's wrong?"
"A certain Bulgarian Quidditch player is here and it seems like he still has eyes for Hermione." He nodded his head in the direction of Hermione, who was currently being greeted by famous Quidditch player Viktor Krum.
"Oh, Merlin." Amy looked around, hoping not to find either Draco or Ron in the general vicinity. Amy had heard stories from Ginny about how Ron became jealous of Viktor and Hermione, in their fourth year, during the Yule Ball. Also, seeing as Hermione and Draco were now an item, Draco may hex the brains out of Viktor if he were to see this.
"Don't worry, Amy," George fixed up his suit and winked at her. "I got this." He strutted over to where Hermione and Viktor were in the middle of a conversation and slid his arm around Hermione's shoulders.
"Excuse me, Viktor, but it seems as if you're flirting with Hermione here. You wouldn't happen to be doing that, would you? Seeing as she's clearly taken. Not by me, of course." He turned his head towards Hermione. "No offense, Hermione, you're just not my type." He now faced back to Viktor. "But she is currently in a relationship with Draco Malfoy. I believe you've heard of him?"
"Yes, but—"
"Then we understand each other perfectly, Mr. Krum." George released his grip on Hermione and took Viktor by the arm, walking away with him. "May I show you to your seat, far, far away from my friend here?" George turned and winked back at Amy as he led the Quidditch player to the other end of the tent. Amy locked eyes with Hermione, who seemed to be both confused and relieved at the same time. The two smiled at each other and went back to escorting people to their seats.
Amy kept looking at Fred all night long. She still couldn't understand why he would propose like that—real or not—the way that he did. She would be lying to herself if she said the thought of marrying Fred never crossed her mind, but she was only seventeen, and he nineteen. They were too young. And there was so much going on around them. She never knew what was going to happen. But on the other hand, she loved him. And wasn't that enough?
Amy's thoughts were interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see a man standing behind her; he was slightly plump, kind of short, and sported bright red hair, like the Weasley's. Amy recognized him to be Harry in disguise. She remembered that Fred and Hermione worked to put polyjuice potion together so that no one recognized Harry during the wedding.
"Har—I mean 'Barny!' Just the person I was looking for." Amy jumped from her seat and grabbed Harry by the collar. She ignored his confused expression and continued until they were isolated from the rest of the guests.
"Amy, what the—"
"Harry, look at me."
"Umm...okay?" Harry looked at Amy for several seconds. "Now what?"
"No," she scoffed. "Not just look at me, I mean… look at me." She motioned towards her face.
Harry squinted his eyes and stared at her face. "I still don't understand why I'm doing this."
"Ugh!" Amy reached into her bag and pulled out the photo of her and her parents. She let out a deep breath and turned it around to show it to Harry. "This is the picture that Dumbledore left me in his will. Me and my parents."
But they weren't just her parents—Harry's eyes widened. "Amy… are these…?"
Amy sighed and looked back at the photo, which did not contain just herself and her parents, but her brother as well. The one that she had kept a secret for the past ten years. The brother that only Fred knew about.
"How…?" Harry asked.
"Never mind that. Look at the woman."
Harry gave her that confused look again. "Amy, that's my mum."
"Just do it."
This time he listened without a question.
"Now look back at me," Amy said, shaking.
When he looked up at her she was smiling. "I still don't get it."
"Fine," she exhaled and pointed to the man in the photo. "Look at your dad's eyes… now look at mine."
Harry raises his head from the picture and stares into Amy's eyes. After a few moments, his mouth opens widely, in shock. Amy can tell that he now realizes what she had been trying to show him.
"You look just like my mother."
"But…?" Amy's smile was now as wide as it could possibly be, knowing that Harry had finally realized what she had been hinting to him since the day they met.
"But… you have my father's eyes. You're my mother with my father's eyes, and I'm my father with my mothers' eyes." Harry's eyes grew even wider than they were before. "Does that mean… what I think it means…? You're my—"
"—sister. I'm your sister, Harry." She laughed, finally being able to say it aloud. "Your twin if you want to be more specific, but let's not get into details."
"How is this possible? My parents never had another child. I'm an only child."
"Look at the picture again and tell me I don't look exactly like our mother." Amy used her legilimency to enter Harry's mind to see what he was thinking.
A sister? The resemblance between his mother and Amy was uncanny, except for the eyes. She really did have his father's eyes. She really was his sister. How could he have not seen it before? The first day he met her the first thing he realized was that she had red hair—bright red hair like the Weasleys'. But, never once, did he think that that hair had once belonged to his mother.
Harry looked back up at Amy, and she exited his mind. He now had a single tear running down his face.
"No, don't do that. You don't cry. It makes you look emotional, and that doesn't suit you." They both laughed at Amy's comment as she wiped the tear from Harry's face. But now she had many tears running down her face, finally knowing that she had found her brother; and her brother had found her. Harry wiped the tears from Amy's face and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. She returned the hug, lovingly. Brother and sister. United. At long last. Minutes later, they released each other from the hug.
"So how did you know...that they were your parents?"
"Tonks told me. She told me everything about how they sent me away to an orphanage right after they found out You-Know-Who was coming. They figured he was after me. I don't know why, though. I also don't know why didn't send you away with me. Tonks' explanations about my parents were pretty limited."
"Maybe they did it to keep us separated. They probably wanted to protect at least one of us."
"Yeah… from what Tonks told me, Lily and James only told their two closest friends about them having twins. Everyone else thought they had the one child. They wanted to keep us safe… but they could only keep one…" She looked up at her brother. "... and they chose you. That made it easier when it was only you that Hagrid found at Godric's Hollow. And easier when Voldemort only found you. They never told anyone either of our names, in case they did have to send someone away.
"Who was it that knew? Who were the people that knew they had twins?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Harry shrugged.
"You are daft sometimes." She rolled her eyes at him. "Your godfather. And my godfather. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. They were the only ones allowed to visit us during the year before everything happened. The four of us. You, me, mum, and dad. Wow… that feels weird."
"What does?"
"Saying our mum and dad. Not just yours, or mine. Ours."
"Yeah. I got to admit this is a little strange to get used to. Having a sister."
"It shouldn't be that hard for you, though. I mean, you and Hermione are practically brother and sister. You talk to each other as if you are. I also see it in the way you look at each other. Brotherly and sisterly love." Amy took hold of Harry's hand, trying to comfort him. But she was avoiding his eyes. "I know we've only known each other for about two years, and you've known Hermione for seven, but I would like it if you and I could have what you and Hermione already have. You know, like a real brother and sister. Like real twins. Not Fred and George twins where we—"
"—finish each other's sentences?"
They laughed.
"Yeah. We don't have to do that. We don't have to be those twins. But I would like it if you could accept me as your twin. Like you, I never met my parents. A woman adopted me and told me she was my aunt and I believed her. She lied to me for the first seven years of my life and I believed her. But they wanted me safe, mum and dad. I know they did. They wanted us both safe. I guess the best way to keep me safe was sending me off to live with a complete muggle stranger."
Amy, having been avoiding Harry's eyes, stared straight into them. Her eyes filled with love, slowly starting to water.
"I just want to know that I have a family. Even if it is just the two of us, I don't care. I want to at least know that I have someone to go to. If that's too much for you, I understand. But I—"
But before she could finish, Harry pulled her into another bone-crushing hug. She hugged back, knowing that this was Harry's way of saying: 'Yes, I am your brother. Of course, you can come to me.'
After a few more minutes of small talk with Harry, the two split up and returned to the party. She saw him make his way over to Ginny, who smiled at him, sadly. Amy remembered the fact that Harry had broken things off with Ginny back in June, after Dumbledore's funeral. He was afraid of what Voldemort would do to her to get to him. She couldn't help but think about her situation with Fred and if she should do the same. How could I even think this? Ten minutes ago I was thinking of marrying him, and now I want to break up with him?
"Amy. I've been looking everywhere for you." Draco Malfoy appeared in front of her. "Do you happen to know how loud you were thinking just now? I wasn't even trying to use legilimency; it's as if you were shouting."
"I'm sorry, Draco… you probably don't want to talk about that with me anyway."
"Honestly, you're right. I don't do well with… feelings." He made a disgusted face.
"I'm sure your girlfriend would love to hear that." Amy laughed. "Speaking of Hermione, where is she? Last I saw her, she was being forced onto the dance floor by Luna and Ginny."
"I was just with her; said she wanted drinks and left to..." His sentence drawled out.
"Draco..." She became worried. "Draco, what's wrong?"
Draco raised his arm and pointed in the direction of the sky. Amy followed his arm and saw a giant silver ball of light hurtle towards the tent and land in the middle of the floor. Most people backed away from it, excluding Arthur and Remus. People hid their loved ones behind them for protection, others did the hiding. Amy looked around and saw Bill in front of Fleur, Ginny, and Luna; Harry standing with Ron; Hermione with Molly and Tonks; Fred, George, and Charlie in defensive stances. She locked eyes with Fred. She could never have predicted what was about to happen. No one could have.
Everything was about to change.
A/N Hey guys, so like... I know it's been a while, but... please cut me some slack! I've just started college and it's taking up a lot of my free time (especially since they decided to give me classes on Saturday's too, ugh). I hope you guys are still interested in the story, even though I've been writing it for a little over three years. Please comment and let me know what you guys think! I love you all and thank you for sticking with me all the way here!
