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Harry woke up to a ray of sunshine hitting his face. He rejoiced at the thought that he, Hermione, James, and Sirius would be going back to Godric's Hollow that day for the Easter holidays. They would be at Godric's Hollow for a week, and then, of course, they would all return to Hogwarts. During the Easter holidays, he, Harry, would be getting married! Harry grinned to himself, and got out of bed and started to get dressed. When he was done, he went over to wake up James.
"James, wake up!"
But James was already awake, as he demonstrated by scaring Harry out of his wits by setting off a firecracker. The loud bang made by the firecracker woke up the rest of the seventh year boys.
"Sorry to have scared you, Harry," said James, not sounding at all apologetic. On the contrary, he was actually smiling.
"Yeah, sure," said Harry. He went over to his bed, and did some last-minute packing.
"Why did you do that, James?" said Peter blearily.
"That's none of your business, you rat," Sirius spat out. Peter shut up, and went back to sleep. He would be staying at Hogwarts during the holidays.
When everyone in the dorm, with the exception of Peter, were done getting ready, they headed down to the common room, dragging their trunks along with them. In the common room, they met up with Hermione and Lily, and the six of them continued on their way towards the thestral-drawn carriages which would take them to the Hogwarts express.
When the carriages arrived at the Hogsmeade station, Harry, Hermione, Lily, Sirius, Remus, and James all got into a compartment, along with their trunks, Hermione's cat, and Harry's owl.
"Harry, are you all right?" Lily looked at Harry, concerned.
Harry nodded his head, and turned to look out the window. He was feeling depressed. He had been thinking about Sirius falling through the veil again, and of Ron dying in his arms. Harry let a single tear fall down his face. He wished that Ron could be at his wedding, but that was impossible because of, well... At least Sirius would be going to the wedding, even if he was currently seventeen years old. Harry wiped his face on his sleeve, and turned to look at Hermione. She was reading a book, but when Harry looked at her, she caught his eye and smiled.
"I'm bored," Sirius complained. The train had left the station thirty minutes ago.
"Why don't you read, or something?" Hermione suggested over the top of her book.
"Me, read?" asked Sirius, as if this wasn't at all a good idea. "I'll pass. I was just wondering if anyone wanted to play a game of exploding snap."
All the males in the compartment readily agreed to this, and so Sirius got out the cards, and started the game.
Harry, Hermione, James, Sirius, and Mr. and Mrs. Potter entered the Potter house. It was the same as Harry remembered it from his previous visit during the Christmas holidays. Since it was late, and Harry, Hermione, James and Sirius had already eaten dinner on the train, they headed straight upstairs after saying good-night to James's parents.
"You nervous, Harry?" said James, as the 7th years reached the second floor landing.
"Nervous about what?" Harry asked.
"You're getting married in two days!" said Sirius.
"Yeah, I suppose I am a little nervous," said Harry.
"Not planning on running out on me, are you?" Hermione grinned.
"Now, Hermione," said Harry. "Why would I want to run out on a beautiful, intelligent lady such as yourself?
Hermione giggled as Harry gave her a swift kiss on the lips. James and Sirius rolled their eyes.
"Does kissing make you that tired?" said James as Hermione tried, and failed, to stifle a yawn.
"I'm yawning because I'm tired," said Hermione. "I'm going to bed. Good night." She gave Harry a kiss, and then headed off to her room, leaving Harry, James, and Sirius still standing on the second floor landing.
"You don't mind if we don't kiss you good night, do you?" said Sirius.
"Shut up," said Harry.
"I was only joking.
"I know," said Harry, grinning.
"Come one, you two, stop arguing," James yawned. "I'm really tired."
"We weren't arguing," said Sirius.
"Whatever," said James. "Good night."
Harry said good night to James and Sirius, and went to his room. He flopped down on the bed with out even bothering to undress, and fell asleep almost instantly.
It was two days later; the day that Harry and Hermione would be getting married. Everything was already set up in the back yard of the Potter house, the chairs were set up, and in front of the chairs was a small, white platform with a willow tree on either side. The guests had already arrived. There was Dumbledore; Lily's parents; Remus's parents; a younger Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who were friends of Mr. and Mrs. Potter, with a young Bill and Charlie.Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus were there, of course, but they were all inside; Lily was helping to calm Hermione's nerves, as well as helping with the wedding dress, and James, Remus, and Sirius were with Harry trying to calm his nerves.
"I'm just so nervous! I mean-" said Harry, finishing getting into his tux.
"Harry, you're going to be fine," said James.
"I know, but it's just that-"
"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" said Sirius.
"No!"
"Good," said Remus. "James, Sirius, let's all go outside. The ceremony should be starting in a few minutes."
Harry waved good-bye, and did the finishing touches on his hair and tux.
Meanwhile, Lily had just finished helping Hermione, and as she came out of the room, she met up with James, Remus, and Sirius.
"She nervous?" said James.
"A little," said Lily. " Nervous and Happy. But I can't really blame her."
"That's understandable," said Remus. "Harry's nervous, too, but James, Sirius, and I helped to calm him down. He's still in the room putting on the finishing touches."
"Yeah, so's Hermione," said Lily.
"Speaking of Hermione," said James. "Who's walking her down the aisle?"
"You're father."
"Oh," said James. He, Sirius, Remus, and Lily walked outside, and just as they were doing so, Mr. Potter walked inside.
"Where's Harry? He's supposed to be at the altar, and so are you James, you're Harry's best man!"
"Harry's almost done getting ready-"
"I'm right here," said Harry, practically running down the stairs. "All right, let's go outside."
Harry, James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius hurried outside. Lily, Remus, and Sirius found seats in the front row, and Harry and James went up to the altar. Dumbledore was to act as reverend. His eyes twinkled as he saw Harry. Harry took a deep, steadying breath. And then the music started. It was very pretty, the music. The glass doors leading out into the back yard opened, and out stepped Mr. Potter, leading Hermione Granger.
Harry's jaw dropped when he saw her. She was wearing a white, flowing, spaghetti strap gown. Her hair was tied up atthe back of her head in an elegant knot, and there was a veil. A small section of it hung in front of her face, and the rest trailed behind her. Harry could see tears of happiness in her eyes as Mr. Potter led her to the platform, and infront of Harry. The music ceased, and Dumbledore began to speak. Harry and Hermione said, "I do".
"Give each other the rings," said Dumbledore, a few minutes later.
Harry slipped the engagement ring he had given Hermione, with the small ruby and diamond, and now with two, thin gold bands, onto her ring finger. Hermione slipped a gold ring with a single small ruby onto Harry's finger.
"Harry, Hermione, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Harry lifted the veil from Hermione's face, and kissed her.
There wasn't a dry eye as the married couple broke apart, and even Dumbledore wiped his eyes.
During the reception, which lasted until evening, Harry and Hermione had a chance to have a good conversation with everyone there, which is what they did. Harry was very pleased to talk with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, though of course it was the younger versions. He considered telling them about Ron, then decided not to, because he knew that he couldn't change what happened in the future, no matter how hard he tried. He also enjoyed a little chat with the much younger versions of Bill and Charlie Weasley about Quidditch.
By the end of the evening, when everyone had left, Harry, Hermione, James, Sirius, and Mr. and Mrs. Potter were sitting in the living room of the Potter house on very comfortable couches. They were talking about the days events, it wasn't until James yawned largely that Mrs. Potter suggested that everyone go to bed.
"But we haven't even had dinner!" James complained loudly.
"I'll bring something up to your rooms."
"All right."
"Now get to bed," said Mrs. Potter. "And Harry, Hermione, you'll be sleeping in the room that's all the way down the hall upstairs, ok? I've already put some food there for you,- no, not you James, or you, Sirius-"
"Why do Harry and Hermione get special treatment? I'm your son!"
"Because they're married," said Mr. Potter. "Now, scoot, all of you."
Harry grinned at James, dodging a pillow as he and Hermione headed up the stairs.
"Shall I carry you to our room, my dear?" said Harry, and without waiting for an answer, he picked Hermione up, despite her feeble protest, and carried her the room that Mrs. Potter mentioned.
The room had a queen sized bed with a blue and gold comforter, sheets, and pillowcases. At the end of the bed there stood Harry's and Hermione's trunks; there was a large window on the wall behind the bed. The room was completely dark, except for five candles sitting on a table which cast a dim glow. On the table, which was small, was some food. Harry and Hermione weren't very hungry, but they took a few bites of the food anyway. There was also some wine, which tasted quite good, and they had a couple glasses of it. When they were done, Harry carried Hermione got dressed into their pyjamas, and climbed into bed.
"Long day," said Harry.
"Yeah," said Hermione. "When you proposed to me...did you really mean the part of wanting kids?"
"Of course! I like kids, and I want to have one or two of my own. Why, do you want kids?" Harry propped himself up on his elbow.
"Of course I do," said Hermione.
Harry bent down and kissed her, and held it for a few seconds, then drew away. Hermione smiled, so Harry kissed her again. Harry felt Hermione's arms go around the back of his neck as she pulled him closer, and closer...an soon, it was as though they were back in room 11 of the Leaky Cauldron.
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Harry woke up to a ray of sunshine hitting his face. He rejoiced at the thought that he, Hermione, James, and Sirius would be going back to Godric's Hollow that day for the Easter holidays. They would be at Godric's Hollow for a week, and then, of course, they would all return to Hogwarts. During the Easter holidays, he, Harry, would be getting married! Harry grinned to himself, and got out of bed and started to get dressed. When he was done, he went over to wake up James.
"James, wake up!"
But James was already awake, as he demonstrated by scaring Harry out of his wits by setting off a firecracker. The loud bang made by the firecracker woke up the rest of the seventh year boys.
"Sorry to have scared you, Harry," said James, not sounding at all apologetic. On the contrary, he was actually smiling.
"Yeah, sure," said Harry. He went over to his bed, and did some last-minute packing.
"Why did you do that, James?" said Peter blearily.
"That's none of your business, you rat," Sirius spat out. Peter shut up, and went back to sleep. He would be staying at Hogwarts during the holidays.
When everyone in the dorm, with the exception of Peter, were done getting ready, they headed down to the common room, dragging their trunks along with them. In the common room, they met up with Hermione and Lily, and the six of them continued on their way towards the thestral-drawn carriages which would take them to the Hogwarts express.
When the carriages arrived at the Hogsmeade station, Harry, Hermione, Lily, Sirius, Remus, and James all got into a compartment, along with their trunks, Hermione's cat, and Harry's owl.
"Harry, are you all right?" Lily looked at Harry, concerned.
Harry nodded his head, and turned to look out the window. He was feeling depressed. He had been thinking about Sirius falling through the veil again, and of Ron dying in his arms. Harry let a single tear fall down his face. He wished that Ron could be at his wedding, but that was impossible because of, well... At least Sirius would be going to the wedding, even if he was currently seventeen years old. Harry wiped his face on his sleeve, and turned to look at Hermione. She was reading a book, but when Harry looked at her, she caught his eye and smiled.
"I'm bored," Sirius complained. The train had left the station thirty minutes ago.
"Why don't you read, or something?" Hermione suggested over the top of her book.
"Me, read?" asked Sirius, as if this wasn't at all a good idea. "I'll pass. I was just wondering if anyone wanted to play a game of exploding snap."
All the males in the compartment readily agreed to this, and so Sirius got out the cards, and started the game.
Harry, Hermione, James, Sirius, and Mr. and Mrs. Potter entered the Potter house. It was the same as Harry remembered it from his previous visit during the Christmas holidays. Since it was late, and Harry, Hermione, James and Sirius had already eaten dinner on the train, they headed straight upstairs after saying good-night to James's parents.
"You nervous, Harry?" said James, as the 7th years reached the second floor landing.
"Nervous about what?" Harry asked.
"You're getting married in two days!" said Sirius.
"Yeah, I suppose I am a little nervous," said Harry.
"Not planning on running out on me, are you?" Hermione grinned.
"Now, Hermione," said Harry. "Why would I want to run out on a beautiful, intelligent lady such as yourself?
Hermione giggled as Harry gave her a swift kiss on the lips. James and Sirius rolled their eyes.
"Does kissing make you that tired?" said James as Hermione tried, and failed, to stifle a yawn.
"I'm yawning because I'm tired," said Hermione. "I'm going to bed. Good night." She gave Harry a kiss, and then headed off to her room, leaving Harry, James, and Sirius still standing on the second floor landing.
"You don't mind if we don't kiss you good night, do you?" said Sirius.
"Shut up," said Harry.
"I was only joking.
"I know," said Harry, grinning.
"Come one, you two, stop arguing," James yawned. "I'm really tired."
"We weren't arguing," said Sirius.
"Whatever," said James. "Good night."
Harry said good night to James and Sirius, and went to his room. He flopped down on the bed with out even bothering to undress, and fell asleep almost instantly.
It was two days later; the day that Harry and Hermione would be getting married. Everything was already set up in the back yard of the Potter house, the chairs were set up, and in front of the chairs was a small, white platform with a willow tree on either side. The guests had already arrived. There was Dumbledore; Lily's parents; Remus's parents; a younger Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who were friends of Mr. and Mrs. Potter, with a young Bill and Charlie.Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus were there, of course, but they were all inside; Lily was helping to calm Hermione's nerves, as well as helping with the wedding dress, and James, Remus, and Sirius were with Harry trying to calm his nerves.
"I'm just so nervous! I mean-" said Harry, finishing getting into his tux.
"Harry, you're going to be fine," said James.
"I know, but it's just that-"
"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" said Sirius.
"No!"
"Good," said Remus. "James, Sirius, let's all go outside. The ceremony should be starting in a few minutes."
Harry waved good-bye, and did the finishing touches on his hair and tux.
Meanwhile, Lily had just finished helping Hermione, and as she came out of the room, she met up with James, Remus, and Sirius.
"She nervous?" said James.
"A little," said Lily. " Nervous and Happy. But I can't really blame her."
"That's understandable," said Remus. "Harry's nervous, too, but James, Sirius, and I helped to calm him down. He's still in the room putting on the finishing touches."
"Yeah, so's Hermione," said Lily.
"Speaking of Hermione," said James. "Who's walking her down the aisle?"
"You're father."
"Oh," said James. He, Sirius, Remus, and Lily walked outside, and just as they were doing so, Mr. Potter walked inside.
"Where's Harry? He's supposed to be at the altar, and so are you James, you're Harry's best man!"
"Harry's almost done getting ready-"
"I'm right here," said Harry, practically running down the stairs. "All right, let's go outside."
Harry, James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius hurried outside. Lily, Remus, and Sirius found seats in the front row, and Harry and James went up to the altar. Dumbledore was to act as reverend. His eyes twinkled as he saw Harry. Harry took a deep, steadying breath. And then the music started. It was very pretty, the music. The glass doors leading out into the back yard opened, and out stepped Mr. Potter, leading Hermione Granger.
Harry's jaw dropped when he saw her. She was wearing a white, flowing, spaghetti strap gown. Her hair was tied up atthe back of her head in an elegant knot, and there was a veil. A small section of it hung in front of her face, and the rest trailed behind her. Harry could see tears of happiness in her eyes as Mr. Potter led her to the platform, and infront of Harry. The music ceased, and Dumbledore began to speak. Harry and Hermione said, "I do".
"Give each other the rings," said Dumbledore, a few minutes later.
Harry slipped the engagement ring he had given Hermione, with the small ruby and diamond, and now with two, thin gold bands, onto her ring finger. Hermione slipped a gold ring with a single small ruby onto Harry's finger.
"Harry, Hermione, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Harry lifted the veil from Hermione's face, and kissed her.
There wasn't a dry eye as the married couple broke apart, and even Dumbledore wiped his eyes.
During the reception, which lasted until evening, Harry and Hermione had a chance to have a good conversation with everyone there, which is what they did. Harry was very pleased to talk with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, though of course it was the younger versions. He considered telling them about Ron, then decided not to, because he knew that he couldn't change what happened in the future, no matter how hard he tried. He also enjoyed a little chat with the much younger versions of Bill and Charlie Weasley about Quidditch.
By the end of the evening, when everyone had left, Harry, Hermione, James, Sirius, and Mr. and Mrs. Potter were sitting in the living room of the Potter house on very comfortable couches. They were talking about the days events, it wasn't until James yawned largely that Mrs. Potter suggested that everyone go to bed.
"But we haven't even had dinner!" James complained loudly.
"I'll bring something up to your rooms."
"All right."
"Now get to bed," said Mrs. Potter. "And Harry, Hermione, you'll be sleeping in the room that's all the way down the hall upstairs, ok? I've already put some food there for you,- no, not you James, or you, Sirius-"
"Why do Harry and Hermione get special treatment? I'm your son!"
"Because they're married," said Mr. Potter. "Now, scoot, all of you."
Harry grinned at James, dodging a pillow as he and Hermione headed up the stairs.
"Shall I carry you to our room, my dear?" said Harry, and without waiting for an answer, he picked Hermione up, despite her feeble protest, and carried her the room that Mrs. Potter mentioned.
The room had a queen sized bed with a blue and gold comforter, sheets, and pillowcases. At the end of the bed there stood Harry's and Hermione's trunks; there was a large window on the wall behind the bed. The room was completely dark, except for five candles sitting on a table which cast a dim glow. On the table, which was small, was some food. Harry and Hermione weren't very hungry, but they took a few bites of the food anyway. There was also some wine, which tasted quite good, and they had a couple glasses of it. When they were done, Harry carried Hermione got dressed into their pyjamas, and climbed into bed.
"Long day," said Harry.
"Yeah," said Hermione. "When you proposed to me...did you really mean the part of wanting kids?"
"Of course! I like kids, and I want to have one or two of my own. Why, do you want kids?" Harry propped himself up on his elbow.
"Of course I do," said Hermione.
Harry bent down and kissed her, and held it for a few seconds, then drew away. Hermione smiled, so Harry kissed her again. Harry felt Hermione's arms go around the back of his neck as she pulled him closer, and closer...an soon, it was as though they were back in room 11 of the Leaky Cauldron.
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