I did not create any of the following characters - you know they all belong
to JKR!
Thanks to those of you who reviewed - it's such a relief that people read
it - not alone liked it! Thanks again and sorry if this is a bit short but
I won't be able to put more on over the weekend so thought I'd put up what
I have for now!
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Harry knew that even if this was just another ordinary wizarding wedding, with Hermione organising things it would be close to as crazy as this. He picked up one of the many copies of the Daily Prophet that had been delivered by the largest flock of owls Harry had seen since Uncle Vernon's reluctance to let Harry read his first ever Hogwarts letter. Two familiar, but not unexpected, faces were smiling up at him from the front page and Harry felt a sense of pride well up inside his heart.
In the meantime, Mrs. Weasley had entered the kitchen and was peering at the Daily Prophet over Harry's protruding elbow. She smiled proudly up at Harry with only a hint of concern on her jolly face. He returned the smile but knew that there was no need for her to worry as she so often did about him. Molly picked up half of the newspapers and looking back to Harry as she left the kitchen, she choked, "Your mother did look so beautiful on her wedding day." Harry agreed, putting down the paper to grab some breakfast, the picture of his parents outside the church still smiling back at him, as it always would. Underneath the headline read: "First Wedding of Hogwart Head Boy & Girl for 25 Years - Enjoy!" accompanied by a small article entitled - "100 Things to Do on Your Day Off (If You Are Not Invited)."
The summer sun was rising high above The Burrow now as noon approached. Everybody's panic to get things ready, particularly Hermione's, was now being replaced with nerves and excitement.
Harry was back in Ron's room, who had been cured of his butterflies with a rather effective counter curse from Ginny. He beamed at Ron as he pulled on the jacket of his black tailored suit. As some of Hermione's family were not aware of her particular talents she had insisted that certain aspects of the wedding should be kept in the style of a muggle wedding. Harry was sure that Ron was very relieved at this as the traditional Weasley wedding robe was more than a little frilly, not to mention a ghastly orange that only accentuated their flaming hair.
Harry helped him fiddle with his pocket handkerchief before adding the finishing touches to his own, both in scarlet red. There was a strange and rare silence between the two of them and without saying a word Ron held out his hand to shake Harry's before pulling him in for a hug. They both knew that words could only spoil this moment. There was a continued silence until they were met by the raucous Weasley men and a proud looking Mrs. Weasley at the foot of the stairs, all looking very smart in a mixture of gold and red. Mr. Weasley was looking overly excited which had to be because of the muggle aspect of his youngest son's wedding, Harry guessed.
After a short time of mingling and excited chat the first muggle guests began to pull up outside the house, Mr Weasley's face pressed up against the window in awe of the various Fords and Renaults now littering his front yard. An arch way of a hundred wands had been enchanted to float and form a pathway to the rear of the house where the ceremony would take place. Tiny little cherubs throwing an assortment of confetti in the shapes of wands, stars, moons and love hearts waited for the guests to show them to their seats and only now did it occur to Harry that losing the robes was perhaps the least magical emission they could have made from the whole event.
Mrs. Weasley tapped her wand rather elegantly against the banister where she was perched upon the middle of the stairs. It emitted a soft "cling" noise, not too unlike someone tapping a wine glass to get the room's attention. The excited noise dropped almost instantly and everyone turned their attention towards her. However, when she made to begin her speech, it took her two attempts to make any noise at all and on the third attempt she just burst into tears. All her five sons, Harry and Mr. Weasley lamely looked up at her before she lunged at Ron so quickly that the only sign of her movement was Ron retreating a few paces to regain his balance.
"I'm so, so , so proud of you, my baby boy!" she whispered in his ear but the whole room seemed to hear. Ron, who usually hated his Mother's gushing simply hugged her back. Not even Fred and George could find something to mock. Mr. Weasley grabbed her hand and led her back to where she had stood and in between sobs she said, "I'm ... so ... sorry ... don't know ... what ... came over me!"
"That's perfectly alright, don't be silly, Molly," said Arthur, putting a loving arm around his wife as she carried on with her speech.
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Harry knew that even if this was just another ordinary wizarding wedding, with Hermione organising things it would be close to as crazy as this. He picked up one of the many copies of the Daily Prophet that had been delivered by the largest flock of owls Harry had seen since Uncle Vernon's reluctance to let Harry read his first ever Hogwarts letter. Two familiar, but not unexpected, faces were smiling up at him from the front page and Harry felt a sense of pride well up inside his heart.
In the meantime, Mrs. Weasley had entered the kitchen and was peering at the Daily Prophet over Harry's protruding elbow. She smiled proudly up at Harry with only a hint of concern on her jolly face. He returned the smile but knew that there was no need for her to worry as she so often did about him. Molly picked up half of the newspapers and looking back to Harry as she left the kitchen, she choked, "Your mother did look so beautiful on her wedding day." Harry agreed, putting down the paper to grab some breakfast, the picture of his parents outside the church still smiling back at him, as it always would. Underneath the headline read: "First Wedding of Hogwart Head Boy & Girl for 25 Years - Enjoy!" accompanied by a small article entitled - "100 Things to Do on Your Day Off (If You Are Not Invited)."
The summer sun was rising high above The Burrow now as noon approached. Everybody's panic to get things ready, particularly Hermione's, was now being replaced with nerves and excitement.
Harry was back in Ron's room, who had been cured of his butterflies with a rather effective counter curse from Ginny. He beamed at Ron as he pulled on the jacket of his black tailored suit. As some of Hermione's family were not aware of her particular talents she had insisted that certain aspects of the wedding should be kept in the style of a muggle wedding. Harry was sure that Ron was very relieved at this as the traditional Weasley wedding robe was more than a little frilly, not to mention a ghastly orange that only accentuated their flaming hair.
Harry helped him fiddle with his pocket handkerchief before adding the finishing touches to his own, both in scarlet red. There was a strange and rare silence between the two of them and without saying a word Ron held out his hand to shake Harry's before pulling him in for a hug. They both knew that words could only spoil this moment. There was a continued silence until they were met by the raucous Weasley men and a proud looking Mrs. Weasley at the foot of the stairs, all looking very smart in a mixture of gold and red. Mr. Weasley was looking overly excited which had to be because of the muggle aspect of his youngest son's wedding, Harry guessed.
After a short time of mingling and excited chat the first muggle guests began to pull up outside the house, Mr Weasley's face pressed up against the window in awe of the various Fords and Renaults now littering his front yard. An arch way of a hundred wands had been enchanted to float and form a pathway to the rear of the house where the ceremony would take place. Tiny little cherubs throwing an assortment of confetti in the shapes of wands, stars, moons and love hearts waited for the guests to show them to their seats and only now did it occur to Harry that losing the robes was perhaps the least magical emission they could have made from the whole event.
Mrs. Weasley tapped her wand rather elegantly against the banister where she was perched upon the middle of the stairs. It emitted a soft "cling" noise, not too unlike someone tapping a wine glass to get the room's attention. The excited noise dropped almost instantly and everyone turned their attention towards her. However, when she made to begin her speech, it took her two attempts to make any noise at all and on the third attempt she just burst into tears. All her five sons, Harry and Mr. Weasley lamely looked up at her before she lunged at Ron so quickly that the only sign of her movement was Ron retreating a few paces to regain his balance.
"I'm so, so , so proud of you, my baby boy!" she whispered in his ear but the whole room seemed to hear. Ron, who usually hated his Mother's gushing simply hugged her back. Not even Fred and George could find something to mock. Mr. Weasley grabbed her hand and led her back to where she had stood and in between sobs she said, "I'm ... so ... sorry ... don't know ... what ... came over me!"
"That's perfectly alright, don't be silly, Molly," said Arthur, putting a loving arm around his wife as she carried on with her speech.
