Well, the first thing Harry did was o-mail the ministry telling them that he was taking time off of work. Next, he had to write a note to Hermione telling them to call off the wedding.
What? No parchment? This can't be he just bought some a week ago! Oh well, to Flourish and Blotts we go!
"Hello, do you have any parchment?" Harry nervously asked the salesman.
"No, for once in a thousand years, we have absolutely no parchment! Haven't you heard of the parchment shortage?"
No! This couldn't be!
"Thanks anyway!" Harry yelled as he ran down the street (may I say looking like a complete and total idiot) yelling, "Does Anyone have parchment?"
People stared.
He had to get to Hogwarts in time to call off the wedding, "let me see today was the 22 of November so that leaves me, 18 days."
He apparated home and as soon as he did, a ministry of magic scout flown in on him and said promptly "You apparating license has expired as of yesterday, and you can't get a new one till, let me see, December 12. Thank you and good bye!"
Harry's Thoughts. That helped him, only not. What to do? Oh duh I have a broomstick. I knew that.
He heard a crash from the kitchen. And the M.O.M. member flew back in and said, "Sorry 'bout that." And handed Harry pieces of wood. In small lettering it said "Firebolt 3000". Shit.