I know that times are difficult at the moment. But it will get better someday.

We can do our bit by following simple, but important advice. Stay indoors and stay safe.

Chapter 11.

Harry stumbled from the fireplace of the Burrow seconds before Ginny. As soon as they emerged from the flames Mr and Mrs Weasley gathered them up into their arms for big hugs.

As Mr Weasley and Ginny disappeared into the kitchen Mrs Weasley was on the verge of tears as she smiled at Harry, "I can't tell you how much this means to all of us. In a couple of days you'll really be part of the family."

"Um...Thanks, Mrs Weasley." Harry smiled back, though it was a little forced, it went unnoticed by the lady of the house. "Where am I staying?"

"Oh, right! I almost forgot." She grabbed his rucksack and headed for the stairs, Harry following behind her. "You'll be staying in Ron's room, of course. We have another guest staying with us, in Percy's old room, to help with the ceremony. The rest will be here later for the photographs..."

"Wait? There's gonna be pictures taken?" Harry slowed his pace. "Mrs Weasley...What is going on?"

She gave him a look, "I thought Ginny explained it all ,dear. The Minister of Magic is thinking of passing a new law..."

"I know that bit. But what is it?"

"Oh well...OH! You startled me!" The last bit was aimed at a young man who had suddenly appeared behind Harry. Mrs Weasley smiled at the new comer, seemingly relieved not to give an answer to Harry's question. "How is everything, dear?"

The young man bowed his head. "It's fine, Molly. Thank-you for taking me in a such short notice."

She blushed alarmingly fast. "Oh...w-well...t-that's alright then." She giggled to herself. "Dinner will b-be ready soon." Shoving Harry's backpack into his arms, she grinned at the other guest, before hurrying back downstairs.

Harry watched the whole thing in bemusement. "What in Merlin's beard just happened?"

The other sighed with an eye-roll and a muttered, "Really hate when that happens..." Harry raised a brow, they just smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. Talk to myself all the time." They stuck at a hand, "I'm the event planner, and I'm guessing you're the lucky fella."

"Uh...I guess? I'm Harry,Harry Potter."

A wide grin, "I'm Emrys." They shook hands quickly. "So, Harry...All excited about the wedding?"

Harry frowned, "Wedding? Who's getting married?"

Emrys was confused, "Why, you, of course." Harry didn't reply. He was too busy welcoming the wooden floor on the first floor landing with a bump. Emrys looked down at the unconcious boy, "Oh...dear..."

It took a while but eventually Harry came round. The raven haired boy found himself lying on top of a familiar bed surrounded by walls of faded orange. Reaching out, finding his glasses on the night stand, he slipped them on and slowly sat up. As his eyes adjusted and took in the room, they focused on a person standing with their back to him by the window. As if sensing the moment he woke up, they turned. Harry was greeted to the same man he'd met on the landing. He was fairly tall and skinny with of a mop of dark brown hair, blue eyes and big ears. The owner of all three grinned at him and bounded over.

"You alright? Took quite a fall there, Harry." They said grabbing Ron's old desk chair, sitting across from him. "I have some chocolate somewhere..." He started going through the pockets of his jacket and Harry got a chance to take a proper look at him.

The other man ("Please call me Emrys.") was wearing a battered brown jacket, that was patched up in many areas, a deep blue button down shirt, and a pair of dark brown trousers that were tucked into a pair of old hiking boots. As he was digging around his pockets Harry caught a flash of colour around one of his wrists: a scrap of red cloth tied like a makeshift braclet.

With a joyous, "Aha!" Emrys produced a very dusty bar of chocolate and handed it over. "A bit old but I'm sure it'll taste fine." Harry gingerly took the bar, unwrapped it and took a small bite. "Feel better?"

"I guess. Thanks." He broke a piece off and offered it to his companion. Emrys smiled, took the chocolate and munched quietly. "So... I'm getting married?"

"Uh-huh."

"And it's tomorrow?"

"Yep. Well...In a couple of days, actually."

"And to Ginny?"

"Correct."

Harry was quiet, taking all this in. Ginny had tried, many times during school, to get him alone to talk. Was this what she planned all along? He couldn't get married. Sure, he liked Ginny very much, but as a sister.

If they were to get married he would be putting her in more danger than she already was. He couldn't do that to her, or the rest of the Weasley's.

And there was the other thing. Voldemort was still out there, getting more followers and getting stronger by the day. He hadn't found anything conrete that could help take him down. And until he did he couldn't settle, couldn't rest.

And then there was...His hand strayed and curled around the soothing shape of the necklace under his shirt. He couldn't abandon Draco or Bumblebee, not now.

"No."

Emrys looked up from cleaning his nails, " 'M sorry?"

"I can't get married. Not now. Not with everything that's going on. I just...I just can't!" Harry expected Emrys to look angry but he didn't. "Is that bad? That I don't want this?"

The others man's face broke into a small smile. "No, Harry. " A beat. "If I'm honest...I was hoping you'd say that."

"Why?"

Emrys stood to his full height and fixed Hary with a steady gaze. "Because it makes my job a whole lot easier." Before Harry could ask he walked out shutting the door softly behind him.

Harry stared at it for a while before flopping back onto the covers. "What the heck was that about?

He didn't dare venture down to dinner that night, but some-one did knock on the door and leave a tray for him. He did a couple of counter charms on it just to be sure, and finding it to be safe, brought the tray in and tucked into a simple supper of beef broth, bread and juice. For such a simple fare it tasted amazing, really warming him down to the bone. Once he had his fill he returned to Ron's old desk to pick up the conversation he'd started with Draco earlier.

Draco, are you there?

I'm here. Been waiting all night for you to write. You sounded really upset earlier. Have you calmed down? What's up?

I'm sorry about that. Had a lot to take in and I'm still processing. I think I'm in BIG trouble. I don't know how to put this but...I'm getting married!

Draco?

Draco...please answer me. Draco!

You what! Married?! You can't get married. Too young for a start, and you're too famous. What if You-Know-Who finds out. He'll destroy you! Who are you getting marr-

Draco?

It's Weasley, isn't it? Bloody Weasley! I'll kill her!

No! Don't!

Why the hell not!? She's tricked you! You have to do something before it's too late. We need you, Harry. Bumblebee needs you...

...I need you.

I...I miss you.

...I...miss you too.

You're such a Hufflepuff. So what's the plan? You have one, right?

Well...No? I mean, I don't have one but there's some-one from the Ministry staying with us and he might be able to help.

Oh? Does he have a name?

Emrys.

...Draco? Are you still there? DRACO?!

...I have to check something...I'll be back soon. xx

Draco, wait! Damn it!

With a grunt he threw down his quill and slammed the book shut. He heard a noise outside his door and raised a brow in question. A knock sounded and he groaned softly. Getting up with a sigh, he went to the door and opened it a crack. On the other-side was Ginny.

"I thought you might be hungry. I've brought you a snack." She held up a small tray. On it was a small pate with a slice of pudding and a goblet of pumpkin juice. Ginny smiled sweetly, "I know you like treacle tart so I tried my hand at making some." She nodded to the small plate. It looked innocent but Harry's gut squirmed uncomfortably.

"Thanks. I guess I am alittle peckish." Opening the door wider he ushered her inside, but made sure the door was still open, Ginny placed the tray on the bed and sat down. Harry sat next to her. "So..."

"Here," Ginny shoved the goblet in his hand, "drink this first. You must be so thristy. You look so dehydrated, Harry."

He accepted the cup with a muttered, "Thanks," and took a tiny sip. "So...Ginny..."

She shook her head, "Not untill you've finished, Harry. You look like you're about to pass out." Harry took another mouthful. Ginny kept looking at him until he finished the lot. When he had finished she took the glass from him. "Now, Harry..." she cooed, "what were you gonna talk to me about?"

"I just wanted to say..." Harry suddenly went quiet for a second, his face completely blank, and then it broke into a sheepish smile, "... I'm really lucky to have met you and can't think of anybody I'd rather marry than you, Ginny."

Ginny grinned, throwing her arms around him. "Oh, Harry! I'm so excited! I can't believe this is really happening! I'm so happy!"

Harry's smile mirrored her own. "I can't believe it either."

Nuzzling her face into his neck, her hand dangerously close to the clasp of Harry's necklace, Ginny glanced over to the empty goblet watching the last pearly white droplets run down the sides and grinned smugly.

Outside on the other-side of the window, a small brown bird with darker brown speckles on its back and front watched the whole thing with its yellow eyes. It ruffled its feathers before taking flight into the circled the house twice before darting inside Mr Weasley's second shed of Muggle things. It landed on the roof of an old, worn-out blue and red coloured 'flat nose' truck and chirped mournfully.

The truck thrummed mournfully in return.

Techically this story should be a triple cross-over.

If anyone can guess the other fandom, or what kind species the bird is, you get big hugs!

Will Harry marry Ginny?

Who is this new-comer Emrys and what's his role in all this?

Harry and Draco's friendship will change (don't like it, then please wait for next chapter after this one).

Uh, yeah... That's all for now.