The Big Day Arrives
After Harry returned home, he let his mask drop and laughed until he nearly became from too much mirth – everybody thought he really killed the Weasley's daughter, but he'd just created a magical construct and then 'killed' it instead – he wanted Fleur to know what he went through when he heard that Sue had been carrying his child. With Bill seemingly knowing what Fleur was going to do, there was the charge of Line Theft – something he was going to press for when he got around to it. As he set about making some tea, he noticed a letter had been delivered to him and so he set the kettle to boil before opening it and reading the contents. It was a letter from Angelina Johnson asking him for a major favour and wanting him to appear as part of a Quidditch team she was putting together to raise funds for St Mungos. At first, he frowned and thought of it as another attempt to use his fame to get money, but he decided otherwise as Angelina was one of the few that had stuck by him no matter what – Umbridge's suspension of his Quidditch playing notwithstanding.
"You know, you really shouldn't scare Susan like that" Hermione said as she stepped out of the Floo.
"Meh" Harry shrugged and which caused Hermione to blink for several seconds before shaking her head and sitting at the kitchen table. "Nyssa will be back from school in a bit. We're going down to the station to catch a train up to the castle if you'd like to join us"
"I've got a lot of work to take care of, but maybe next time I'm here…" the woman took the offered tea and sipped it. "I didn't think there was a train there for a while until the storm damage is repaired"
"Not a passenger train, no, but there are a few works trains going up there. I've fixed it so we're dropped off and picked up there tonight. How are things going with the wedding on Nyssa's side?" he asked.
"Fine… The dress is a little behind schedule because we had to swap makers"
"Why?"
"Because Nyssa is a Muggle. Despite everything we did during and after the war, there will always be racism" Hermione told him. "Nearly everybody has to be polite to her because she's the head of the House of Black, but prejudice is a hard thing to beat"
"True. You know, I feel somewhat guilty about marrying Nyssa"
"Why?" asked a confused Hermione.
"Because she can't have her friends with her at a time like this. I want to marry her like crazy, but I can't have her upset at the fact she's not allowed any of her friends to help her out"
"She doesn't blame you, Harry – she knows the magical world has to be kept as secret as possible. Nyssa's aware of just how much you risked by simply saying you were a wizard"
"Arghhhh Maybe you're right"
"I normally am"
"Smart arse"
"Skinny runt"
"A HAIRDRESSER'S WORST NIGHTMARE!" Harry yelled out and the two of them glared at each other before dissolving into giggles. "Gods, I needed that, Mione. I'm sort of looking forward to the stag do" he said once he regained his breath.
"Nothing too wild, I hope" Hermione chuckled as she finished the drink.
"No… Feels funny getting married" he added quietly. "I mean me and Sue had such massive plans and all that… I thought I'd never marry a person again"
"You've told her about Sue then?" Harry nodded.
"Yeah – it brought back the memories, but it's less now I've taken care of Fleur"
"I'm not one for outright murder, but you had a declared blood feud against her" Hermione pointed out. "You know, I have to wonder why she'd even go off about Pureblood things when she is part Veela"
"Ginny" Harry said flatly. "Her and Molly. Besides, in Veela culture, she was thought of as Pureblooded… After the war, we worked with a lot of the colonies trying to get Death Eaters back here for trial. Whilst there, we found out a hell of a lot of things" Harry shrugged and leant back in the chair – relishing in the creaking noise it made as he did so.
"Well that explains it, I guess" his oldest remaining friend replied. "Listen, I'm supposed to be having dinner with my parents in a few days – want to come? You know they won't judge you about Nyssa"
"I'm… I'm not sure really, Hermione. I mean I like your parents and everything, but I often feel as if I am missing out on stuff"
"Because you never grew up right?"
"Yeah"
"Oh, Harry…" she sighed. "I wish I could bring your parents back from the dead for you"
"I think we've been involved in enough secret potion making and rituals for a lifetime" Harry chuckled as he thought about the adventures at Hogwarts they shared with each other. "Look, I'll come to dinner with your parents. I'm owed some time off anyway, so I'll just put in the form tomorrow and be done with it"
"This will be the first time that you've been off the island for something like this, won't it?"
"Yeah – I enjoy my exile too much" Harry smirked and summoned the bottle of Firewhiskey and poured him and his friend a double shot.
"Harry?"
"Its Sunday"
"Oh yeah" Hermione had actually forgotten.
"I'm home!" Nyssa called out as the door closed. Harry took a moment to think and then poured a double measure into a third glass and called her through. "Bit early to drink, isn't it?" she asked.
"Its Sunday"
"Ah, the toast thing" Nyssa understood. During his time with the DMLE and in charge of the Aurors, Harry had instituted a tradition of everybody on Sunday drinking a shot and making a toast – something he'd picked up from watching a documentary about the Navy.
"To absent friends"
"Absent friends" the other two replied and down their shots in one, though Nyssa did cough a little after she swallowed.
"You miss them, don't you?" Nyssa said. "I kind of know what people went through after the Second World War" she added.
"I miss most of them, yeah…" Harry replied. "Me and Hermione spent months on the run from Voldemort and his forces. We didn't fight in any major battles until the end, but we suffered nearly the worst out of everybody involved. Sometimes, we'd go without food or drink for days, go without so the other could be satisfied… I wish things were different, but then I suppose it would not have led me to you. Hermione has invited us to dinner at her parents' house in a couple of days and I hope you don't mind that I've already accepted"
"It'll be nice to get away from here for dinner" Nyssa grinned.
"Oh, be off with you" Harry waved his wand lazily and made it spark a little as Nyssa laughed and set the glass down before going up to her room and changing out of her church clothing.
"I better get off to the Ministry and settle Susan's mind before she flips" Hermione said, getting to her feet.
"If she does, just cover Hannah in whipped cream and lock the doors"
#
The train slowed to a stop in the otherwise quiet platform and Harry and Nyssa hopped out the guard's van and watched as the train left.
"Its odd being on a platform with no other trains due through" Nyssa said.
"I ought to bring you on the night goods" Harry said, making a note to speak to the Fat Controller about it. He was sure that whoever his Fireman was wouldn't say anything, but getting a pass for Nyssa from the man himself wouldn't harm things.
"Cool" Nyssa said and the pair left the station and started to walk the path up to the ruins of the old castle that sat on a sort of ledge on a hill. Once there, Harry waved his wand at the picnic basket they had carried with them and all manner of things zoomed out. Within a few seconds, popping noises could be heard as two Aurors, one male and one female, arrived.
"Ministry of Magic, put down your wand" the woman said.
"Like hell I am" Harry replied, slipping into a defensive posture.
"You have used magic in front of a Muggle" the woman said.
"And do you know who this Muggle is? Or, for that matter, who I am?" Harry shook his head, reached into his pocket and pulled out a mirror. "Susan?" and the face of Susan Bones appeared on its surface.
"Yes?"
"Would mind tell two of your finest to bugger off and stop trying to arrest me?" and Harry handed over the mirror and sat back with tea and biscuits as Susan berated them through the mirror for almost half an hour – Nyssa was particularly bemused by the threat of covering the male Auror in makeup and sending him to a Pride march.
"She's damned frightening" she said.
"Why do you think I made her my second in command?" Harry chuckled.
#
"Harry?"
"Mmm?"
"Do you think we'll be happy being married?"
"I'd like to think so" Harry replied, gazing into the night and looking at the stars above them. "I mean, I rather imagined me and Sue being together, but things rarely go how I want. I'm more worried about you"
"Why?"
"Apart from being head of the Black family, you will also be my wife – in the magical world at least… A lot of people are going to try and hurt you or worse"
"I can handle myself"
"At close range, yes, but what about at a distance? The fact you are not magical makes me worry about you a lot" Harry sighed and took a swig of his beer. "I hope you don't mind, but I've ordered a couple of special items for you to wear"
"Is it another of those Portkey things?"
"Yeah – its charmed to take you either to me, Susan, Hermione or Megan"
"Oh, well then… I guess that's alright" Nyssa shrugged and looked up at the stars as well. "You know, I was told once that the souls of the dead watch down on us from the skies"
"Have you watch The Lion King again?"
"Maybe
"Hmm…" Harry looked up at the sky and wondered about it. "Well, nobody knows quite where souls go after death – assuming they don't choose to stay behind as Ghosts or something" he added after a moment. "You know, you might be right after all"
"Do you think Sue is up there watching us?" Nyssa asked, and Harry was silent for several minutes.
"Maybe… I'm still not sure, even living around magic, if there really is an afterlife, but I'm Sue is right up there with tea and crumpets keeping an eye on us"
"I hope she would have liked me"
"Of that I have no doubt at all"
#
"You know, I didn't think that it would run as deep as this" Susan sighed. "Nearly the whole Weasley family is involved except for Arthur and the Twins. Fleur's Pureblooded Veela nature fitted in quite well with Mrs Weasley's own beliefs – hence why she spouted all that Pureblood crap. From the questioning we've done, it was Mrs Weasley's idea for Fleur to get Sue to that place and help with what they did there. The plan was then to get Ginny pregnant with your child, have you die in an accident and claim the fortune for themselves" and Harry's eyes shut as he sighed. He didn't make a single movement or noise for almost five minutes before he spoke again.
"Madam Bones, I would like to formally submit charges against Molly, Ronald, Ginerva, William and Charles Weasley for attempted line theft, destruction of a noble House, theft, embezzlement and anything else you can stick on the bastards" He said quietly.
"I will start preparing a case against them at once" Susan promised her friend. "Its going to take ages to compile, though, but I will get it done. I hope it might be quicker because of the investigation into what Fleur did will uncover more or less the truth about the Weasleys. Of course, we still have to execute Gillyflower"
"Do it as we planned, Susan… Execute him in front of both his children"
"Well so long as you don't kill either of the kids – you bloody scared me witless before I found out what you'd really done"
"Magic…" Harry chuckled, "Isn't it a funny thing?"
"Humpf…" Susan let out an undignified huff and rolled her eyes. "What do you plan to do about the children? I mean, their lives are in your hands"
"Do they have any other relatives?" he asked.
"They have an Aunt that lives in Clapham, but I don't know if they've ever met – I remember Gillyflower being rather quiet about his family"
"I'll have one of my staff look into it and see what can be done – I went restitution, but I'm not putting them out of their home through lack of money. Their House is to become a vassal of mine until they reach adulthood when it may become free to decide its own fate and decisions. Until that moment, this Aunt of there is to become their Acting Head of House and will vote alongside me whatever way I go"
"That's… That's not unreasonable" Hannah looked up from her paperwork.
"Better then killing an innocent child" Harry said, and neither of the two women knew if he meant the Gillyflower children or his unborn child.
"Moving on to better things, have you decided who you are having as your Best Man?" Hannah asked.
"Not entirely sure" argued Harry. "Anybody at work I would have picked is unaware of magic, apart from the Fat Controller of course… I'd ask Dean or Seamus but Dean is still mourning and Seamus is away – closest friend I have is you two or Hermione"
"And we'll be at the hen party"
"About that… Nyssa is convinced that we throw hens at a hen party due to magical laws – don't tell her until its too late" and the three shared a laugh together. "What do you think will happen to us in the future? I mean, I do have some regrets about marrying Nyssa"
"Huh?" blinked both the former Hufflepuffs.
"As a Wizard, I am going to outlive her by decades – if not a century… Should I marry her?"
"Of course you should" said Hannah. "You love Nyssa almost as much as you did Sue. There might be ways to slow down the aging process for her so she can live longer"
"Nobody has the right to do that, Han… If we did, that would make us Gods and we battled against that sort of thing" Harry paused to look out the window which showed rain falling hard. "You know, I once had an discussion with one of the engines on the island who realised that he'd outlasted just over a dozen crews in his lifetime – and that he was friends with them all but that he hated it because he knew they'd die and he'd go on" and Harry sighed. "That's what it will be like with Nyssa"
"Well who knows what might happen" Hannah said.
"Aye… Well, anyway, I appreciate the fact you are helping her out with all the crap she needs to do for magical vows"
"I'm surprised its going to work given she's a Muggle" Susan said.
"I'm not – Hermione has done it with her parents a few times for protection wards and such" Harry said and then looked at the clock. "Listen, why don't you two stay here until the day before the wedding? It would make it a hell of a lot easier to talk to Nyssa about things and the two of you could do with a short holiday"
"She… She does know we're together, right?" Susan asked.
"Oh yeah… By the way, had a formal request from the head of the Black Family for you two to keep it down"
"We're always quiet!" Hannah protested.
"Not at three in the morning with a couple of cheese burgers, a plastic duck, a space hopper and a can of whipped cream you ain't" Harry enjoyed the blush that crept up the cheeks of both women.
"She heard that?"
"There's a reason why her room has a silencing charm on it" and Harry smiled. "I explained its what you do for your anniversary every year. Now, forgetting that for now, I have work in two hours… Why not pop back home and get some stuff together, dump it back here and I'll take you to work with me so you can see why I like it here"
"You do prefer the Muggle way of things, don't you?"
"More bloody peaceful, though I suspect that I'll have to brush up on a few things" Harry shrugged as he waved his wand and summoned the tea things. "Got a letter asking me to take part in a charity Quidditch event raising money for orphans and the less well off… But I haven't ridden a broom in months – not since I took Nyssa flying when we went to Hogwarts"
"Is your Firebolt broken?" Susan looked up from watching the teapot pouring out a cup.
"Its because I just haven't felt like it at all" Harry replied. "The last time I flew before taking Nyssa up was… Was with Sue just before she died"
"You can't live in the past" Hannah said.
"I can with a time-turner"
"You know, I never have understood why you didn't go back in time to save Sue" Hannah said.
"There was a chance I could, but she told me not to do it" Harry said as he stirred his tea. "One of the last things she said to me was there was a greater moment ahead and that she needed to be in the right place" and he shrugged. "I always put that down to her dying mind"
"Maybe… Are you coming to the anniversary of the final battle?" asked Susan.
"Not sure – be nice if I did, I suppose"
"You know that the plan is to disband your old Auror group?" Susan said.
"Disband the Old Guard?" Harry looked sharply up at her. "What the fuck for?"
"Most of the people still in it are either old and waiting to clock up enough time to retire on a full pension, injured or put on duty at Azkaban" Susan replied. "I have to say that I agree, for the most part, because we can't afford to fund an almost entirely defunct unit. The old and the injured will be pensioned off and the young ones sent to other units, but we plan to keep small detachment together for ceremonial purposes" and Harry stared her for several minutes before nodding.
"Yeah, I guess so… It's just that I built that regiment up with those survivors of the Battle of Hogwarts and the few Aurors that stood and fought when the Ministry fell – to see it go is just sad" and the others simply nodded. During his time in the Auror Corp, Harry had formed the 1st Auror Regiment and filled it with those highly skilled fighters from the Battle of Hogwarts, the surviving Aurors from the Ministry's fall and the cream of the trainees. Apart from the fact its members were the only ones authorised to use the Killing Curse without approval from a Ministry Department Head, Harry had also trained the members in hand to hand combat and in Muggle weapons… If it was truly to go, it would be the destruction of one of the last links he had with his life with Sue. "Susie… When do the forms have to be returned for candidacy for Minister have to be submitted?"
"Next week… Are you standing in it?"
"I was thinking about it" Harry replied. "Its just as well that the election was pushed back for technical reasons" he added with a shrug.
"Will you be able to balance working here with the position of Minister?" asked Hannah.
"Well I'm due some holiday time, so I can take that after I win… Anyway, I was thinking of just using the staff I have in my office now to handle the minor items leaving me free to manage the big things. If we have meetings on the days I am off work anyway, then we should just be about able to manage" Harry said.
"You do know the 1st will be disbanded before you get elected?"
"Yeah… But if enough Houses made a motion to investigate the situation, the Wizengamot are obliged to carry on as normal until the investigation is over – fait accompli"
"Are you sure you were not a Slytherin at school?" Hannah asked.
"No… But Sue always did say my gift with Snakes was a bonus"
#
A few days later, the long awaited event took place and Harry stood by the altar waiting for Nyssa to arrive. The area had been swept for any possible threats and a check was made of most people arriving for the ceremony for cursed items and so forth, but nothing was found.
"You alright?" asked Seamus. He and Dean were with him at Hogwarts in a little part of a massive tent set up by the side of the lake. The pair of them had dropped everything when they found out Harry would have nobody to stand with him when he said his vows – Dean adding that Harry had saved him so why wouldn't he be there…?
"I'm just losing my nerve" Harry shrugged. "I mean, what if Nyssa decides not to marry me"
"She loves you a lot, Harry, and I'm sure she is just as nervous as you are" Dean chuckled.
"Where are you going on honeymoon?" asked Seamus.
"I was thinking about maybe going to the Caribbean" Harry replied as he fiddled with his tie. "Then after that, France"
"I would have thought you wouldn't want to go there after what happened with Fleur" Dean said.
"True, but it would be unfair on Gabby" Harry shrugged. The other two knew how close Harry was to Gabby and that the young Veela owed her life to him – though the friendship was platonic with teasing flirts between them. Nyssa, when she found out, found the whole thing quite funny and joined in the jokes by offering a threesome, and was surprised when Gabrielle said that that was certainly interesting. The pair had become good friends and Nyssa had understood just why Harry was so close to her after he had sat her down and fully explained the whole thing.
Gabrielle was a loyal French woman, but some things transcended the discipline of the service…
"Is she coming?" asked Seamus.
"I sent her an invite, but if she is away on business, it might not have got to her – you know what the Unspeakables are like" Harry said.
"You better get out there and be ready – it's almost time for Nyssa to arrive" said Seamus, looking at his watch.
"And your guest is getting steamed up" Dean added as they walked out.
"I'm not sure if that's racist or not" Thomas said as he glared at Dean. The three walked out to stand by Thomas before they heard a gentle pop and they turned to see a gorgeous blond dressed in a set of deep green robes and a smile on her face.
"Bonjour, Harry ... J'espère que je n'ai rien manqué?"
"No, Gabby, you haven't" he replied. "Cutting it a little close, I admit, but you got here in time and that's all that matters"
"When my comrade goes into battle, I must stand by his side when the war starts"
"I'm not going to fight with Nyssa"
"Then you still do not know women" Gabrielle laughed musically and then turned to find a seat.
"No… I want you here with me" Harry said.
"It… It is permitted?" the young Veela asked.
"Normally, not really – but I want my closest friends with me and you know what our friendship is like" Harry moved forward and wrapped her up in her a hug and thanked her for making it to the big day.
"Thank you… Now, who is this handsome fella here?" she asked. "I'm a little weak kneed at his beauty"
"Seamus Finnegan" Seamus stepped forward. "Pleased to make your acquaintance"
"I'm sure you are" Gabrielle said, "But I was talking about the steam engine"
#
"We are gathered here today in the sight of all that we hold dear to witness the union of Harry and Nyssa" a Witch in black robes stood in front of the pair as they stood in front of close friends and adopted family members. "Marriage is one of the most sacred pieces of magic we can do and although one of those here today is not magical it is a universal magic of love" the Witch went on for a little while with sayings and spells being cast before turning to Harry.
"Do you, Harry James Potter, take this woman, Nyssa to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, to love and to honour? In sickness and in health – till death do you part?"
"I do" Harry said, looking longingly into the eyes of Nyssa who was trying to keep the tears spilling down from her eyes and ruining the makeup that somebody had helped her with. Where Harry was dressed in a smart suit, Nyssa was clothed in an ivory and pearl gown that had a short cloak – all made out of some shimmering material. Her hair was mostly put up into a fancy bun, but two curled strands dangled on either side to frame her happy face. After a moment's pause, the Witch turned to Nyssa who sniffed back more tears.
"Since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church" she said and Nyssa nodded gently and took Harry's right hand in her own.
"I, Nyssa Petronella Mayerle, take you, Harry James Potter, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honour you all the days of my life" the girl managed to choke out.
"In the presence of these persons" the witch said, "I now announce you as man and wife" she glanced at Harry and added, "You may kiss the Bride"
"No help needed there" Harry chuckled and leaned in to give Nyssa a smouldering kiss that was only slightly less hot then the fire inside Thomas. Everybody seated rose to their feet and cheered for the new couple as the pair finally pulled away and gazed into the other's happy and proud expressions – Thomas, though, let off a series of wheeshes and whistles instead. They led the way into the much larger tent which was set up for the reception where a speech was made by both Gabrielle and Thomas who had been floated on a small bit of track into the tent so he could still be a part.
#
"May I have the happy couple on the floor for their first dance?" Dean looked up from where he was working the music connected to giant speakers to entertain the guests. Harry and Nyssa rose from their chairs with goofy smiles on their faces as Dean selected a song and showed it to the band who smiled softly before turning their books to the right page – after a moment's pause, they began to play a hauntingly beautiful song.
I'll never forget the first time I saw you,
You took my breath away.
I'll never forget when you said you loved me,
Those kind of memories stay.
For some things never leave you,
They stay in your mind…
"I love you, have I ever said that?" Nyssa whispered as the couple danced together, allowing the magic of a perfect day to fill both their beings.
"You might have mentioned that once or twice" Harry replied as he kissed the top of her head and gently spun her around the dance floor. Placed in one corner of the tent, Thomas smiled as he watched the happy couple whisper something and then caught his eye as a robed figure moved around the edge of the reception tent until they had a clear line to Harry and Nyssa. He thought it might be some odd custom of the magic folk, but, as he watched, the cloaked person threw back their hood to reveal they were a woman and then brought up a wand and shouted something he couldn't make out.
"LOOK OUT, HARRY!" he whistled loudly. People looked at him before noticing the spell flying towards where Harry and Nyssa were dancing tenderly in one another's arms. As more hooded and cloaked people rushed towards the first one, Nyssa was thrown out of the spell's path by a fast moving blur that was hit – a loud female voice yelling out in pain. As he watched everything going on in a sea of chaos, Thomas wondered if Harry could ever have a normal day.
#
"Are you alright?" asked Harry as he held Nyssa close to him and watched the Auror detachment pounce on the attacker.
"Yeah… I'm alright" she added as she pulled away and smoothed out her clothing. "Some wedding" the girl snorted then noticed something on the floor beside her. Harry noticed it too and shouted for a Healer on the double.
"Gabby! Hey, stay with me here…" he said hotly through confusion. He could feel hot blood covering his hand and the floor.
"I think I've been hit" Gabrielle coughed through pain.
"Just rest" Harry said and yelled again for a Healer.
"Why did you do it?" asked Nyssa as she bent down.
"I had to… It was my duty" the French woman groaned.
"No way! Why? Why? For us?" Nyssa dropped to her knees.
"To... save... important... people..."
"Important people?" asked Hermione as she came running over.
"Yes... both Harry and Nyssa... are important... to me…"
"Oh, God!" Nyssa crossed herself, "Even if you might pass away?"
"Please... in my place... protect Harry..." Gabrielle's voice was getting a bit weaker.
"Gabby... Gabby!" Harry yelled, trying to keep her alive until the Healer hurried over.
"You... are... too... sweet... be... strong!"
"Gabby, don't leave us" Nyssa whispered as the Healer finally got over and started casting spell after spell.
"Sorry..." Gabrielle closed her eyes and sighed, "Sorry... I can't... protect... you..." and she shuddered.
"I'm sorry" the Healer said, "But I got here too late to do anything" and they all looked at Gabrielle's broken body that was being carefully set down by Harry who closed her eyes and stood up.
"What happened to the one that did this?" he asked.
"She's being taken to the Ministry for questioning" Susan said.
"Then she hasn't left" Harry said as he started. "Now I'll only get one shot, now, Nyssa, this is an execution matter when I plug her dead, so you keep out of it you just keep out of it…"
"Harry, she has to live for trial"
"Susan, you can either move out of my way or I will move you out of my way – make your choice" Harry's eyes burned and his expression dropped to a level reserved only for one other person in his life.
"I can't have you putting her to death before she's tried" Susan said to him.
"Harry, the French will want to try this bitch" Hermione added from his side.
"This isn't about the law" Harry sent them sprawling, "This is about revenge"
"Aurors! Arrest Lord Potter" Susan shouted. A couple of Aurors moved towards Harry who stopped, pointed to something on his body and then they backed off with hands held high. Harry advanced on the witch who had killed Gabrielle and reached forward and strangled her and snapped her neck.
"I have to arrest him" Susan said, "But how can I when half my force retreats?"
"It's a blood feud" said Hermione. "The minute Gabby died, the witch's fate was sealed" and then she blinked as Harry cast some spells normally used by Mediwitches and wizards.
"Healer, what was the cause of death for Gabby?"
"Massive organ failure" the woman replied, checking her results on a piece of parchment.
"Next question… How good are you at switching spells?"
"Switching spells?"
"Yes – I don't like to lose"
A/N:
Yes, Harry went to the trouble of finding a Witch marriage ceremony qualified and competent in the Catholic wedding vow form – whilst they could have just use the same form for them both, he wanted her wedding to be special for her.
And a cliffie for you all
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