(A/N) Bra!? Late night talks aren't good for the BRA!? (End A/N)

Chapter 4

DON'T Go Tell It On The Mountain

A week or two passed by with Harry dropping in on the Weasleys more often, Hermione and Ginny pouring over all the latest bridal magazines, and Ron blushing more times than a grown man should at his family's teasing. Everyone returned to their jobs, Ginny was an entertainment reporter for the Daily Prophet and write a few columns for other smaller papers on occasion. Hermione had opted to be a tutor so failing students at Hogwarts. She was well known and loved there, but only needed to pop up every other week for her sessions. Ron was working in the ministry, with the Games and Magical Sports department. He was over student's Quidditch. He quite enjoyed it, especially when it brought him to Hogwarts, where he could be close to Hermione.

One morning the remaining Weasleys, Fred, George, and Bill had returned to their work, sat idily at the breakfast table. Ginny sighed and looked at Ron, she wanted to laugh at him for being so down. Hermione had gone to Hogwarts to help those pitiful students out. Thus, Ron was lonely. Ginny instread rolled her eyes. She wasn't going into the office this morning, no that could wait until next week. She still needed to revise some of her articles. Ginny stretched and yawned. Molly suddenly popped out of her trance and leapt from the table. She uttered her cleaning spells and Ron managed to grab his last piece of bacon off his plate before it whisked itself away.

"Calm down, mum," Ron muttered grumpily. "The day's not going to run away."

"Ah, I'm afraid it is," Arthur sighed. "Well, my last two remaing children... You won't be around after this summer will you? It's almost like Hogwarts..."

A loud sniffle came from Molly, who had her back to her family. Arthur stood up and kissed her hair, "Now, now. Don't cry dearest. Just wait for the grandkids to spoil."

Both Ron and Ginny flushed the famous Weasley red and excused themselves from the table, trying t find something to divert the attention from themselves. A knock sounded at the front door. The four Weasleys stopped and stared. Arthur collected his wits about him first and strode to the entry. He opened the door and stood white faced at his caller.

"Hey dad. Can I come in?"

Molly let out a gasp at the soun of that voice.

"S-sure." Aruthr stepped back in a trance and let Percy cross onto the threshhold of the Burrow.

"Hi mum."

Molly nodded dumbly at him.

"Ron, Ginny."

Both nodded at him. Everyone was staring at him as if he were a ghost. But he was not, indeed Percy Weasley, the "lost" son had return home for redemption.

"Look, I'm sorry about drifting off." Percy cast his eyes to the floor. "I just... I was blind. Can you take me back? We all pick up again?" He lifted his eyes to his father's face and extended his hand.

Arthur's gaze shifted to the hand, held out in peace. Arthur couldn't muster his voice enough to express to his son that, yes, of course, they'd forgive him. They'd already had long talks about it and forgiven him, months before now.

Arthur grabbed the hand and gave it a firm shake, then pulled his son into his arms for a long since lost embrace.

Percy, after catching his breath again, turned to his mother. She gave a little squeak and threw her arms around his neck, crying loudly. Arthur went to support his wife and Percy lastly turned to his younger siblings,

"I was rarely fair to you two. Could you find it in your hearts to proudly call me brother?"

Tears slipped down Ginny's face as she embraced her older brother, and Ron squeezed his other hand.

"Welcome back." Ron said.

"Oh yeah, you're the reason I came, Ron."

"I am?"

"Yes," Percy said, then gave Ron a wink. "Congratulations."

Ron flushed again, but gave his brother a rogueish smile, "Thanks."

In the days following all thoughts of the marriages coming up all too quick were over shadowed by the return of Percy. But soon Percy had simply melded into the Weasley life, popping in and out, bringing his wife, Penelope, to meet his family as her family.

Ginny had nearly, nearly, forgotten about her wedding in the tumult of the last week, until Molly surprised her at lunch one day when the men were all out and the two girls were enjoying the quiet Burrow, by commenting on the size of Ginny's desired guest list.

"Have you thought about how many people will be attending dear?" Molly said, around a mouthful of food.

"Attending what?"

"Your wedding!"

Ginny nearly choked, oh yeah, she was getting married, wasn't she? "Uhmmmm, Harry and I have talked about it..."

"Oh wonderful! I was hoping we could transform the backyard into a gorgeous forest... What do you think of that?"

"Uh, well... Mum. We've discussed having a small wedding. Family and close friends only."

"Nonsense! You'll want everyone there! You're my only girl! I'm breaking the bank for you!"

"NO. Mum." Ginny said. "We don't want everyone there. Because, quite literally, everyone will be there. He's Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Everyone will desire a seat in that wedding."

"Aaahhh..." Molly crooned, finally seeing her daughter's point. "Well, if that your choice darling."

"It is."

"All right then. I think you and Harry ought to decide on a date, even if it's only a proximate one, and send out owls to your friends. I can tell the family."

"This. Wedding. Is. A. Secret." Ginny said, emphasizing each word.

Molly nodded solemnly and put her right hand over her heart, "Of course dear."

"Good." Ginny felt a large weight flutter up through the ceiling. "Now, I'm going to owl Harry... I'm not sure what he's doing with the Aurors today, but he'll find the owl soon enough."

"Sure dear." Molly began to clear the table.

Ginny laid a hand on her mother's wrist. "Secret, mum, secret."

"You act like I'm a five year old!"

"Well, I just want to be sure..."

"Get on with yourself!"

Ginny let Harry know she had talked with her mother, and that it was to be a family and friends only wedding.

She hoped he would know who to invite, as for her it was easy. She also owled Harry asking how early June would be, he replied with:

"You never really know in my line of work, but, I'll making anything work for you."

So, it was set, Harry and Ginny limited to list together, and began writing their sneaky invitations.

(A/N: Who are they to invite? YOU'LL NEVER KNOW! Or at least not until I get the nex chappie written! Review por favor!)