Chapter 3
The summer sun shone once again on the grey bricks of the school. Everyone was excited about the end of the school year. It was a glorious June morning, the exams were over and a party spirit filled the air. Hagrid's house was full of activity too. The tables were laden with meats, fruit, cakes and pastries. A large bowl filled with punch was the sparkling centre piece. Outside the house a petal strewn pathway led to a wooden arch, decorated with delicate pink heart shaped flowers. On either side of the pathway members of staff and some sixth formers sat on chairs that had been brought from the school. They wore their best pointed hats and whispered excitedly. Harry and Ron walked towards the gathering together. Then Malfoy walked out in front of them. They stopped dead in their tracks and looked at him. He extended his hand. "Harry." He said. "Congratulations" Harry frowned at Malfoy's hand like it was an alien object, then he made a decision and shook it warmly. They both smiled. "Thanks Malfoy." Harry laughed. "No hard feelings then?" "No, seems like you got them out of the way about 9 months ago." Malfoy chuckled. Harry frowned confused momentarily until the light of realization made him scowl disapprovingly at Malfoy, but he couldn't hold it for long and then they both laughed. "You're not that bad really Malfoy are you?" said Harry, "But I've got a wedding to get to."
Harry walked down the aisle and stood at the front with Ron. "Got the ring?" Harry asked. "Of course." Ron smiled. "What do you take me for?" "Sorry." Harry whispered. "No problem." "I'm sorry for shutting you out too, I should have told you earlier." "I understand, anyway, I'm your best man. You've more than made up for it."
Beautiful music started to play from nowhere, heads turned , the ladies sighed happily. Hermione walked slowly down the aisle, her white dress sparkled in the sun shine, her stomach was round and heavily pregnant, but her large bouquet of flowers held in front of her concealed it well. Not that everyone didn't know already, or cared for that matter, but she didn't like looking overly fat on her wedding day.
She walked the length of the petal strewn aisle until she was at Harry's side. They smiled at each other. Professor Dumbledore stood before them and nodded. "We are gathered here today to witness the joining together of these two people, Harold Potter and Hermione Granger, in the act of matrimony. If anyone knows of any reason why these two should not be joined in marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." Then followed the usual uncomfortable pause when everyone wonders if anyone will say anything, and no one did. "Do you Harold Potter take Hermione Granger to be your lawful wedded wife, in sickness, health, wealth or poverty 'til death do you part?" "I do." Harry answered. "And do you Hermione Granger, take Harold Potter to be your lawful wedded husband, in sickness, health, wealth or poverty 'til death do you part?" "I do." Hermione replied. "Then by the powers vested in me through the grand council of wizards, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Harry took Hermione in his arms and kissed her in front of everyone. A ripple of applause rolled through the assembled throng.
After the wedding everyone ate the sumptuous feast from Hagrid's house and chatted on the lawn. Hermione sat down most of the time with Harry doting on her. "Oh go and enjoy yourself Harry, I'm fine." She scolded smiling. As the sun set and the stars came out everyone was dancing to the music from no where, no playing up beat tunes. The grounds were lit with coloured floating lights and laughter filled the air. Hermione had finally been persuaded to get up and dance with Harry, they were on their third dance when Hermione doubled over with pain. "Harry, my water just broke! I'm having the baby!!" Hermione gasped. Everyone gabbled excitedly and hurried round trying to help. They rushed her into the infirmary and called the nurse. "Well!" she said running over and drying her hands, "When I signed up to be a school nurse, baby deliveries were not what I expected. Everyone out of the way. Essential people only!!" Harry took hold of Hermione's hand and she squeezed it tightly. Perspiration stood out on her forehead. "You're at ten centimetres! We're ready to go." The nurse exclaimed. "Push honey, push!!" It didn't take long, it went like magic, and soon Hermione was holding a tiny little red faced baby girl in her arms. "Oh, she's beautiful." Hermione sighed. Harry was speechless with delight. "She is gorgeous." The nurse agreed, "Have you got a name for her?" "Yes," Hermione nodded, "Lily, after Harry's mother." Harry's eyes sparkled with pleasure at the sweetness of his wife.
It was a few days later, everyone was coming in dribs and drabs to see Mr and Mrs Potter and little Lily Potter. Professor Dumbledore held little Lily and smiled. "So, will this little be attending Hogwarts in the future?" he asked. "Why of course." Hermione smiled, "She's made for it." "How so?" Dumbledore asked, and then he saw, on Lily's forehead, a very faint lightning bolt scar.
The End.
The summer sun shone once again on the grey bricks of the school. Everyone was excited about the end of the school year. It was a glorious June morning, the exams were over and a party spirit filled the air. Hagrid's house was full of activity too. The tables were laden with meats, fruit, cakes and pastries. A large bowl filled with punch was the sparkling centre piece. Outside the house a petal strewn pathway led to a wooden arch, decorated with delicate pink heart shaped flowers. On either side of the pathway members of staff and some sixth formers sat on chairs that had been brought from the school. They wore their best pointed hats and whispered excitedly. Harry and Ron walked towards the gathering together. Then Malfoy walked out in front of them. They stopped dead in their tracks and looked at him. He extended his hand. "Harry." He said. "Congratulations" Harry frowned at Malfoy's hand like it was an alien object, then he made a decision and shook it warmly. They both smiled. "Thanks Malfoy." Harry laughed. "No hard feelings then?" "No, seems like you got them out of the way about 9 months ago." Malfoy chuckled. Harry frowned confused momentarily until the light of realization made him scowl disapprovingly at Malfoy, but he couldn't hold it for long and then they both laughed. "You're not that bad really Malfoy are you?" said Harry, "But I've got a wedding to get to."
Harry walked down the aisle and stood at the front with Ron. "Got the ring?" Harry asked. "Of course." Ron smiled. "What do you take me for?" "Sorry." Harry whispered. "No problem." "I'm sorry for shutting you out too, I should have told you earlier." "I understand, anyway, I'm your best man. You've more than made up for it."
Beautiful music started to play from nowhere, heads turned , the ladies sighed happily. Hermione walked slowly down the aisle, her white dress sparkled in the sun shine, her stomach was round and heavily pregnant, but her large bouquet of flowers held in front of her concealed it well. Not that everyone didn't know already, or cared for that matter, but she didn't like looking overly fat on her wedding day.
She walked the length of the petal strewn aisle until she was at Harry's side. They smiled at each other. Professor Dumbledore stood before them and nodded. "We are gathered here today to witness the joining together of these two people, Harold Potter and Hermione Granger, in the act of matrimony. If anyone knows of any reason why these two should not be joined in marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." Then followed the usual uncomfortable pause when everyone wonders if anyone will say anything, and no one did. "Do you Harold Potter take Hermione Granger to be your lawful wedded wife, in sickness, health, wealth or poverty 'til death do you part?" "I do." Harry answered. "And do you Hermione Granger, take Harold Potter to be your lawful wedded husband, in sickness, health, wealth or poverty 'til death do you part?" "I do." Hermione replied. "Then by the powers vested in me through the grand council of wizards, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Harry took Hermione in his arms and kissed her in front of everyone. A ripple of applause rolled through the assembled throng.
After the wedding everyone ate the sumptuous feast from Hagrid's house and chatted on the lawn. Hermione sat down most of the time with Harry doting on her. "Oh go and enjoy yourself Harry, I'm fine." She scolded smiling. As the sun set and the stars came out everyone was dancing to the music from no where, no playing up beat tunes. The grounds were lit with coloured floating lights and laughter filled the air. Hermione had finally been persuaded to get up and dance with Harry, they were on their third dance when Hermione doubled over with pain. "Harry, my water just broke! I'm having the baby!!" Hermione gasped. Everyone gabbled excitedly and hurried round trying to help. They rushed her into the infirmary and called the nurse. "Well!" she said running over and drying her hands, "When I signed up to be a school nurse, baby deliveries were not what I expected. Everyone out of the way. Essential people only!!" Harry took hold of Hermione's hand and she squeezed it tightly. Perspiration stood out on her forehead. "You're at ten centimetres! We're ready to go." The nurse exclaimed. "Push honey, push!!" It didn't take long, it went like magic, and soon Hermione was holding a tiny little red faced baby girl in her arms. "Oh, she's beautiful." Hermione sighed. Harry was speechless with delight. "She is gorgeous." The nurse agreed, "Have you got a name for her?" "Yes," Hermione nodded, "Lily, after Harry's mother." Harry's eyes sparkled with pleasure at the sweetness of his wife.
It was a few days later, everyone was coming in dribs and drabs to see Mr and Mrs Potter and little Lily Potter. Professor Dumbledore held little Lily and smiled. "So, will this little be attending Hogwarts in the future?" he asked. "Why of course." Hermione smiled, "She's made for it." "How so?" Dumbledore asked, and then he saw, on Lily's forehead, a very faint lightning bolt scar.
The End.