Oh The Insanity Of It All!
Written by: Elven Warrior1
A/N: yes! Chapter nine! PLEASE REVIEW! I'll love you forever! (puppy dog eyes and lip)
Chapter Nine: Of Bridesmaid Dresses and Glass Doors
"ABSOLUTLY NOT!" Anna roared, her arms flailing madly around her body, a frantic look on her face matched with disgust and what seemed to be sickness. "No no no no no no NO! I will NOT have my bridesmaids wearing-" she pointed at the dress before her. "that Monster!" Harry groaned, scrubbing his face with his hands as he sat in the chair. "Mom, no. My bridesmaids are not wearing that. And no, Harry is NOT wearing a kilt. That's final." Anna sat thinking for a bit, her eyes sparked with sudden know-it-all-ness. "What makes you think we're getting married in SCOTTLAND?!" Harry snorted from his hand shield.
"Sweetums." Anna cringed upon hearing the old nickname she was given years ago. Harry suddenly popped out from his hands, a gleefull look on his face. "It's a beautiful place. Get married on the rolling hills." Anna shook her head. "Why not dear? It's a lovely place. Perfect for getting married. Anna shook her head again.
"Mom, no." She stated strongly, crossing her arms over her chest, looking dangerous. But this didn't disturb her mother one bit. "Harry and I want to get married in a large garden. A garden here in London. Remember? I'm the goddaughter of Queen Elizabeth (A/N All Queens are named Elizabeth right? If not, she is in my story!) I asked her if it was possible to have my wedding performed in her courtyard, on the west wing of the castle." She turned to Harry, giving him a warning look. He still held that glint in his eyes at the mention of 'sweetums'. "Nana said that she would be more then happy to have our Wedding there. She wants to meet Harry as well. Harry straightened up at this.
"The Queen wants to me?" He asked, pointing a finger at his chest. Anna nodded. "Why?"
"Because I'm her goddaughter." Anna answered, as if talking to a three year old. Wait a minute, Harry tended to act like a three year old most of the time. Nevermind that. "One of Nana's daughters married a man by the name of Johnathan E. Shroyer. Thus procreating my dad Randal." Harry gave her a confused look. "Not a very long family line I know. Shroyer isn't a popular name. Especially back in the muggle Midevil days. Nope not nice at all." Anna sighed as her mother picked out a hot pink dress with yellow pinstrips down the front and polka dots on the back. "NO no no no no! Mother! Your taste in cloths is fine for a crazy punk like me yes I know. But this is a friggen WEDDING AT NANA'S!" Harry covered his face again, mumbling under his breath. "NO MA!" Anna cried as she spotted a bright lime green dress.
"Erm. Anna?" Charlie Weasley said timidly, watching her mother with carefull eyes. Anna turned, ready to murder the dresses. He beckoned her over with his finger. "What about these?" He held up a light pink dress that the straps went around the arms, instead of over the shoulders, with a silvery top layer. It sparkled in everywhich way you turned in it. "You like?" Anna looked up at him with wide eyes.
"'I like?' She repeated, making him look a bit uncertian. "I LOVE!" She cried, taking the dress from him to show Harry. "These are absolutly gorgeous! Harry don't you thin- MOTHER NO!" Anna screeched, racing over to the rack that her elder dissappeared behind. Charlie was laughing, picking up the rest of the dresses of the same kind.
"Mental notes?" Charlie asked Harry as he took the seat next to him. Harry nodded, whimpering.
"Never take Anna and her mother shopping for dresses. Completely utterly insane disastor."
"TOO RIGHT IT IS!" Anna yelled over the racks. "MA! Come on! Stop it! I picked out the dresses, and that's final! You may be my mother and I love you dearly, but this is MY wedding. Now put those dresses down so we can get the girls fitted. Come on. NOW Ma!" Harry grinned, sinking lower into his chair. Charlie just shook his head. Anna had succesffuly seated her mother down before calling in her bridesmaids in for their fitting.
After an hour, every woman was fitted. Even the flower girl, and Anna. But no one else could watch her get fitted. Harry tried too, but Charlie restrained him, roping him to his chair with a special charm. Just for fun, Hermione gagged him too. Anna giggled as the seamstress made adjustments here and there. And Voila! Anna was able to see herself in the dress she chose.
Her mouth hung open as she did several turns. The dress was pure white, even though her mother argued with her about the tradition. It was a traditional muggle wedding dress, that poofed out slightly at the bottom. Pure white, with gorgeous beading around the boddice and arm gloves. It was a strapped dress, but the straps went around the shoulders, instead of overtop them.
"Harry's going to have a fit with this." She thought out loud. Apparenly, Harry had heard, and was making odd noises. "No Harry, you can't see." Anna rolled her eyes, taking off the gloves. She bagged the dress up after getting back into her men jeans and tight t-shirt. She put her jewlery back on and carefully walked back to her friends, mother and fiance where waiting at. Harry had gotten himself out of his binds.
"Why can't I see you in your dress untill the wedding?" He whined, tugging at the ropes on his feet. Hermione had to reach down and yank them free for him. 'Thanks." He snapped, throwing out his bottom lip, wiggling it dramatically.
"Bad Karma" Anna answer, handing the woman several muggle bills. "So you have to wait. Besides, everyone will be wanting to see your face when you get a first glimpse at me. Keep your shirt on Harry, it'll only be a month." She studdied him for a bit. "And the dress will be in my room at Nana's..So you can't get into it." Harry's face suddenly fell. "Ha, yes, it's going to Nana's for safe keeping." She stated lastly, to make sure her voice was heard. Harry nodded, sighing in defeat.
"Whatever you say love." He murmered, standing up ready to go. "Can we leave now? I wanna go home." Anna nodded, taking hold of her dress tighter, in case Harry tried to pull some trick.
"Ok, lets go home. I'm tired and I could use a good cup of COFFEE!" She grinned, making Harry jump.
"No no, no more coffee!" He cried, grabbing her arm. "If you drink anymore, I fear for the baby!" Harry pulled Anna back, forcing her to look at him. "Anna, " She scrunched up her face in annoyance, watching her fiance.
"The baby is going to be fine Harry." Anna stated, rubbing her growing belly. "You've forgotten, I'm a true seer. I know the baby is fine." She gave a wink, before walking away, leaving a dumbfounded Harry behind. Minutes later, he came back to his sences, racing after Anna.
"Anna!" He yelled, looking around frantically, spotting her at a Starbucks coffee shop. "Are you telling me you're reading the baby's thoughts?!?!?! ANNA!" Harry attempts were good hearted. But everyone in the coffee shop broke out into hysterical laughter as Harry failed to see the door was made completely out of glass before ramming into it. Sending himself across the sidewalk and into the curb of the street.
Gaining her composure, Anna carefully opened the door with Harry';s face prints all over it and did her best to supress her laughter. Failing miserably.
"Harry, the doors made of glass love." She snorted, covering her mouth. "You know, see through stuff?" Harry groaned. "Harry you dumb fuck."
A/N: yes! Chapter nine! PLEASE REVIEW! I'll love you forever! (puppy dog eyes and lip)
Chapter Nine: Of Bridesmaid Dresses and Glass Doors
"ABSOLUTLY NOT!" Anna roared, her arms flailing madly around her body, a frantic look on her face matched with disgust and what seemed to be sickness. "No no no no no no NO! I will NOT have my bridesmaids wearing-" she pointed at the dress before her. "that Monster!" Harry groaned, scrubbing his face with his hands as he sat in the chair. "Mom, no. My bridesmaids are not wearing that. And no, Harry is NOT wearing a kilt. That's final." Anna sat thinking for a bit, her eyes sparked with sudden know-it-all-ness. "What makes you think we're getting married in SCOTTLAND?!" Harry snorted from his hand shield.
"Sweetums." Anna cringed upon hearing the old nickname she was given years ago. Harry suddenly popped out from his hands, a gleefull look on his face. "It's a beautiful place. Get married on the rolling hills." Anna shook her head. "Why not dear? It's a lovely place. Perfect for getting married. Anna shook her head again.
"Mom, no." She stated strongly, crossing her arms over her chest, looking dangerous. But this didn't disturb her mother one bit. "Harry and I want to get married in a large garden. A garden here in London. Remember? I'm the goddaughter of Queen Elizabeth (A/N All Queens are named Elizabeth right? If not, she is in my story!) I asked her if it was possible to have my wedding performed in her courtyard, on the west wing of the castle." She turned to Harry, giving him a warning look. He still held that glint in his eyes at the mention of 'sweetums'. "Nana said that she would be more then happy to have our Wedding there. She wants to meet Harry as well. Harry straightened up at this.
"The Queen wants to me?" He asked, pointing a finger at his chest. Anna nodded. "Why?"
"Because I'm her goddaughter." Anna answered, as if talking to a three year old. Wait a minute, Harry tended to act like a three year old most of the time. Nevermind that. "One of Nana's daughters married a man by the name of Johnathan E. Shroyer. Thus procreating my dad Randal." Harry gave her a confused look. "Not a very long family line I know. Shroyer isn't a popular name. Especially back in the muggle Midevil days. Nope not nice at all." Anna sighed as her mother picked out a hot pink dress with yellow pinstrips down the front and polka dots on the back. "NO no no no no! Mother! Your taste in cloths is fine for a crazy punk like me yes I know. But this is a friggen WEDDING AT NANA'S!" Harry covered his face again, mumbling under his breath. "NO MA!" Anna cried as she spotted a bright lime green dress.
"Erm. Anna?" Charlie Weasley said timidly, watching her mother with carefull eyes. Anna turned, ready to murder the dresses. He beckoned her over with his finger. "What about these?" He held up a light pink dress that the straps went around the arms, instead of over the shoulders, with a silvery top layer. It sparkled in everywhich way you turned in it. "You like?" Anna looked up at him with wide eyes.
"'I like?' She repeated, making him look a bit uncertian. "I LOVE!" She cried, taking the dress from him to show Harry. "These are absolutly gorgeous! Harry don't you thin- MOTHER NO!" Anna screeched, racing over to the rack that her elder dissappeared behind. Charlie was laughing, picking up the rest of the dresses of the same kind.
"Mental notes?" Charlie asked Harry as he took the seat next to him. Harry nodded, whimpering.
"Never take Anna and her mother shopping for dresses. Completely utterly insane disastor."
"TOO RIGHT IT IS!" Anna yelled over the racks. "MA! Come on! Stop it! I picked out the dresses, and that's final! You may be my mother and I love you dearly, but this is MY wedding. Now put those dresses down so we can get the girls fitted. Come on. NOW Ma!" Harry grinned, sinking lower into his chair. Charlie just shook his head. Anna had succesffuly seated her mother down before calling in her bridesmaids in for their fitting.
After an hour, every woman was fitted. Even the flower girl, and Anna. But no one else could watch her get fitted. Harry tried too, but Charlie restrained him, roping him to his chair with a special charm. Just for fun, Hermione gagged him too. Anna giggled as the seamstress made adjustments here and there. And Voila! Anna was able to see herself in the dress she chose.
Her mouth hung open as she did several turns. The dress was pure white, even though her mother argued with her about the tradition. It was a traditional muggle wedding dress, that poofed out slightly at the bottom. Pure white, with gorgeous beading around the boddice and arm gloves. It was a strapped dress, but the straps went around the shoulders, instead of overtop them.
"Harry's going to have a fit with this." She thought out loud. Apparenly, Harry had heard, and was making odd noises. "No Harry, you can't see." Anna rolled her eyes, taking off the gloves. She bagged the dress up after getting back into her men jeans and tight t-shirt. She put her jewlery back on and carefully walked back to her friends, mother and fiance where waiting at. Harry had gotten himself out of his binds.
"Why can't I see you in your dress untill the wedding?" He whined, tugging at the ropes on his feet. Hermione had to reach down and yank them free for him. 'Thanks." He snapped, throwing out his bottom lip, wiggling it dramatically.
"Bad Karma" Anna answer, handing the woman several muggle bills. "So you have to wait. Besides, everyone will be wanting to see your face when you get a first glimpse at me. Keep your shirt on Harry, it'll only be a month." She studdied him for a bit. "And the dress will be in my room at Nana's..So you can't get into it." Harry's face suddenly fell. "Ha, yes, it's going to Nana's for safe keeping." She stated lastly, to make sure her voice was heard. Harry nodded, sighing in defeat.
"Whatever you say love." He murmered, standing up ready to go. "Can we leave now? I wanna go home." Anna nodded, taking hold of her dress tighter, in case Harry tried to pull some trick.
"Ok, lets go home. I'm tired and I could use a good cup of COFFEE!" She grinned, making Harry jump.
"No no, no more coffee!" He cried, grabbing her arm. "If you drink anymore, I fear for the baby!" Harry pulled Anna back, forcing her to look at him. "Anna, " She scrunched up her face in annoyance, watching her fiance.
"The baby is going to be fine Harry." Anna stated, rubbing her growing belly. "You've forgotten, I'm a true seer. I know the baby is fine." She gave a wink, before walking away, leaving a dumbfounded Harry behind. Minutes later, he came back to his sences, racing after Anna.
"Anna!" He yelled, looking around frantically, spotting her at a Starbucks coffee shop. "Are you telling me you're reading the baby's thoughts?!?!?! ANNA!" Harry attempts were good hearted. But everyone in the coffee shop broke out into hysterical laughter as Harry failed to see the door was made completely out of glass before ramming into it. Sending himself across the sidewalk and into the curb of the street.
Gaining her composure, Anna carefully opened the door with Harry';s face prints all over it and did her best to supress her laughter. Failing miserably.
"Harry, the doors made of glass love." She snorted, covering her mouth. "You know, see through stuff?" Harry groaned. "Harry you dumb fuck."