Chapter Four: A Little Late

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, the title, and that little spell called "Amoretti Incantatem".

Author's Note: This chapter is going to be a kind of short. But it has to work that way.



"Nine thirty? Oh no! When the spell takes effect, Hermione and Ron's wedding will be finished!" Harry cried aloud, once safely back inside his house.

He decided that he should probably start getting ready, being the best man and all. Best man. Hah. He had really abused that, he thought. Unfortunately for Harry, he didn't know there was a leak in the bathroom sink. As he entered the bathroom, he slipped on the water and crashed onto the floor, knocking himself unconscious.

When Harry woke up Three hours later, he was in a state of panic. The wedding was already happening! He quickly put on his clothes, jumped down the stairs and apparated behind a grove of trees near the church.

He began to run. Up the street. The church was only seconds away. Up the stairs, two at a time. Any second. Through the doors. Through the foyer. As he pulled open the final set of doors, he screamed out "Noooooo!!!!!!"

The church was empty. There wasn't even the slightest trace that anyone had been there. He felt crushed. How could everything turn out this way? Didn't he deserve to be happy?

"Apparently not," he thought.

"Wait a minute! A time-turner! I could just go back in time and stop the wedding!" he became excited, but as quickly as the excitement had came it left.

"Don't be stupid, Harry." He thought. "Don't you remember what Professor Dumbledore told you all those years ago? Something very dangerous could result because of messing with the past. I guess I should just be happy for Ron and Hermione."

He finally resigned himself to doing so, although somewhat reluctantly. With a small pop, he was gone.