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Chapter 2: The Wedding

"Potter, open the bloody door!" Uncle Vernon yelled from the living room. Harry sighed and went to the door. Opening it, a woman with long black hair and blue eyes smiled at him. A man stood next to him, also beaming. Harry smiled back at them.

"Professor Lupin, Tonks, Hi," he said. Remus sighed.

"Harry, I haven't been your professor for four years now. When are you going to start calling me Remus?" he asked.

"Oh, shut up, Remus. Harry, are you ready to go?" Tonks asked. She looked very different because Harry'd never seen her with black or long hair. Harry nodded. Then Aunt Petunia came up behind Harry.

"You're leaving?" she asked. Harry nodded and went upstairs. Aunt Petunia looked at the two people. She turned and invited them in. Remus and Tonks looked at each other with very apprehensive looks on their faces. Then they stepped inside. Then, Harry came bounding down the stairs with his trunk. He looked at Aunt Petunia. She stared back at him. Harry took out his camera as Dudley came into the room. "What are doing?" she asked.

"Taking a picture," Harry said. Petunia nodded and pulled Dudley closer to her. "Smile," Harry said. They did just that. Harry put the camera up and looked back at his aunt. "Well, bye then," he said, unsure of what to say.

"Bye," Aunt Petunia said. Then she did something that surprised everyone. She pulled Harry into a hug. Harry's eyes widened and he hugged her back. "Good luck," she whispered in his ear. Harry pulled away from her. It was like she knew what was going to happen later on in the school year.

"Thanks," Harry said. Then he headed out the door. When the trio got out the door, Harry looked around. Tonks was fumbling around with something in her pockets.

"Here, Harry." She pulled out an envelope and handed it to him. Remus rolled his eyes and sighed. Harry took the envelope and opened it.

Harry Potter,

You are hereby cordially invited to a wedding.

Remus J. Lupin and Nymphadora Andromeda Natalia Tonks

will be joined in holy matrimony on Saturday, August 3 at the Burrow.

See you there.

Harry smiled up at them. Remus was looking off into the sky, trying his hardest not to seem interested. Tonks was smiling as hard as she possibly could.

"Remus likes to pretend it isn't happening on Saturday, the stupid git. Anyway, since we were coming to get you anyway, we thought that we might as well give it to you in person. Do you like it? Molly designed the invitations," she said. Harry nodded.

"How are we going to get to the Burrow?" he asked. Tonks's smile disappeared.

"We're taking the Knight Bus because REMUS forgot to get clearance for a temporary Portkey. Well, here it comes," Tonks said. She looked as the bus stopped suddenly in front of them. Harry cringed. He didn't like riding it at all. He'd flown into the windows one to many times in his third year. When they got on, Remus paid for all three of them.

"Well, here we go," Tonks said. Harry took one last look at the house where he grew up. Then the bus was off.

When the trio arrived at the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley was de-gnoming the garden, again. She looked up and smiled as Harry, Tonks, and Remus walked. Standing, she walked over to Harry, dusting her hands off.

"Welcome back, Harry. I hope you had no problems getting here." Mrs. Weasley looked over at Tonks, who looked very sick. She was holding her head and her eyes were drooping.

"Yeah, we had loads of fun riding that dreaded thing. Just loads and loads of it. I can hardly control my effing glee." Tonks glared at Remus, who was staring off into space again. Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"Go inside, dear. I expect that my loud children are practically jumping out of their clothes waiting for you." Mrs. Weasley turned and headed back to her garden. Harry looked at his trunk and held his hand out. The trunk began floating and followed him inside.

Inside the Burrow, Harry heard the familiar sounds of Ron and Hermione bickering. Harry went up to Ron's room and missed a book flying out of the doorway. He stuck his head in the door and another book met his nose.

"Fuck!" Harry yelled, holding his now bleeding nose. Ron whirled around and Hermione gasped. She walked over to Harry.

"I'm so sorry, Harry! I didn't see you there. That book was meant for Ronald," she said, looking at his nose. Harry moved his hand. "Let me see..." Hermione pulled out her wand. She fixed his nose with a wave of it and smiled. "Is that better?" she asked. Harry nodded and looked up at his two best friends.

"Hey, mate. I trust you got our gifts." Ron winked at him. Harry smiled wickedly and nodded. Hermione looked at them.

"Did I miss something? Ron, did you and the twins send Harry something illegal?" she asked. Ron's ears turned a shade of pink.

"Now what makes you think that I would condone wrongdoing at Hogwarts, Hermione? I AM a prefect, remember?" Ron said sardonically. Hermione frowned at him, then stormed out of the room. Then she came back.

"Well, I'M Head Girl and if I catch either of you doing something you're not supposed to, I won't hesitate to write you up." With that, she was gone. Harry turned to face Ron, who was smiling evilly.

"The girl is straight mental, I tell you. Not to mention she's moody as hell. She changes from nice to mean to nice again in a matter of minutes. She's been like this ever since she got here at the end of June. I don't know how much more I can take, mate." Ron sat at the end of his bed.

"Have you tried talking to her about it?" Harry asked, sitting at his desk. His trunk fell hard on the floor next to him. Ron nodded.

"Everything I say is wrong. Nothing I say is right. She seems to find something wrong with every little thing I say. It's getting quite annoying. Like just now, she asked me if she looked fat. Then she said be totally honest. I told her that she wouldn't like my answer. She said say it anyway. So, I said that it looked like she'd put on a few pounds. I also said she still was sexy to me. She blew up at me. I was arguing that she's been eating as much as me these last few weeks. That's when she started chucking books at me. She's crazy, I tell you," Ron said, throwing his hands up.

"You should've just lied to her, Ron. You obviously don't understand women," Harry said, laughing.

"Sod off, Harry. What makes you think you're so great at understanding them?" Ron grumbled.

"I'm not having books thrown at me, am I? So, I consider myself pretty good at understanding them. So you can sod off, Ron," Harry said, laughing. Ron smirked and hit him playfully in the arm. Harry nearly fell, but he wouldn't give Ron that satisfaction.

"Hi, Harry. Ron, what did you say to Hermione? She's crying like mad," Ginny said, crossing her arms. Harry was a little shocked at her shortness. Ron sighed.

"She asked me a question and told me to be honest. I was honest and she blew up at me. She would've been mad if I'd lied," he said through clenched teeth, his ears turning red. Ginny sighed.

"I suggest you go calm her down," Ginny said. Ron mumbled a few choice words and headed towards Ginny's room, leaving Ginny and Harry alone. Ginny waited until she heard the door to her room close. Then she suddenly threw herself at Harry. The chair fell backwards and Ginny kissed Harry passionately. Harry's eyes were wide open. When Ginny came up for air, Harry was breathing hard.

"I missed you too, Gin," Harry said. Ginny blushed and stood up. Harry stood up after her, rubbing the back of his head.

"Did you like my gift?" she asked. Harry nodded.

"Yeah. It really made me smile, seeing all of us like that," Harry said. Ginny's smile faltered for a moment, then she kept smiling. Harry noticed this. "Gin, is something wrong?" Harry asked. Ginny turned away from him.

"I can't tell you. It would alter some things. I can tell you one thing, but you can't tell Ron or Hermione," Ginny said. Harry nodded, still curious as to what she couldn't tell him. Ginny closed the door and turned towards him. "I think the reason Hermione's been acting so strange is that she's pregnant. Neither of them can see it because all they do is fight. She has all the symptoms: Mood swings, cravings, she has to piss every ten minutes, she throws up almost every morning, and she sleeps half the day. I can't believe she hasn't picked up on it yet. Maybe she has and she's just not telling anyone. Don't tell her or Ron we had this conversation." As Ginny finished, a woman with short blonde hair opened the door and a baby with a cross between blonde and red hair ran in the bedroom at full speed. She ran right to Ginny's legs and began pulling on her.

"Gin, up! Up!" she said in an almost demanding voice. Ginny picked her up, smiling.

"Harry, this is Vasha, my niece. That's her mother, Nadia. Nadia's Bill's wife," she said. Harry turned around. The woman smiled and waved at Harry.

"You are Havvy Potta. Bill told me so much about you," Nadia said. Her accent was very heavy. Harry almost laughed at the way she said his name. Then he shook her hand. Bill walked up behind her.

"Hello, Harry. I didn't know you were here. Ginny, could you watch Vasha for us? We have to go into town to get some things for the wedding," Bill said. Ginny nodded. Bill pulled Nadia off.

"Nice veeting you, Havvy," Nadia said. Harry nodded and the two left. Vasha turned and looked at Harry. Ginny was right; Vasha really was a pretty little girl with vibrant blue eyes. Ginny walked closer to Harry. The first thing Vasha went for was his glasses. Harry let the child pull them off of his face.

"This is Harry, Vasha," Ginny said. Vasha was examining his glasses with interest. Ginny took them from her and Harry put them on. Vasha looked over at him.

"Har!" she said, reaching for him. Ginny looked at Harry.

"I'll take her," he said. Ginny nodded and handed him over. Vasha snuggled against him. In one minute flat, she was asleep. Harry looked at Ginny. Ginny giggled a little at Harry's shocked expression.

"That's funny. Normally, the only person she'll fall asleep on is Bill," Ginny said in a voice of amazement. Harry looked shocked. "I guess she likes you, Har," Ginny said playfully.

"You're gonna pay for that later." Seconds later, Harry heard yelling, the slamming of a door, and the crashing of a glass object. He and Ginny walked out of the room to see George storming down the hall, his ears red. He had a black eye and a bloody nose. There were also scratches on his face. He mumbled a hello to Harry as he passed.

"See, I told you. He and Alicia fight like cats and dogs. George looks like that nearly every day. But at night, they make up and they do it loudly. Mum begs them to put a silencing charm on their room. I guess right now he's heading towards my room to get healed by Hermione. It's a regular occurrence." Then another scream was heard. This time it was from a guy.

"I think George found Ron and Hermione," Harry said, laughing. Ginny nodded.

That night at dinner, there were about six conversations going on at the same time.

"So, Harry. How did your aunt and uncle take your departure?" Ron asked. Harry glanced at Mr. Weasley who looked oblivious to Ron's question. He winked at Harry.

"You'll never believe this. Aunt Petunia, of all people, gave me a broomstick. She gave me a cake and a Firebolt Five Hundred. It was a complete and total shock. I still have the cake upstairs. You're welcome to it. Don't worry. Aunt Petunia isn't a bad cook. In fact, she taught me so she wouldn't have to do it," Harry said. Ron dropped his fork on his plate. Everyone else also looked shocked. Vasha was spreading her food over her plate with her fingers and giggling. Mrs. Weasley was no longer feeding her. Then Hermione came down the stairs, looking as rosy and happy as ever. Harry looked over at her. Ron also noticed her.

"Hi, Mione. Feeling better? You certainly look better," Ron said. Hermione sat down hard in her chair. Suddenly, everyone became very interested in their plates. Harry nudged Ron.

"That was definitely the WRONG thing to say, mate," he whispered. Ron began to apologize a little too late. Hurricane Hermione had already began her tirade.

"So, you're saying that I looked horrible before, Ronald? You're saying that I was fat and ugly before? Is that what you're saying? Huh? Answer me!" Hermione yelled. Ron shook his head at a speed that was unnatural.

"No, Mione. I think you're always pretty. What I meant was that you looked a bit sad before. I don't like to see you sad. Now you look happier. That's all, Mione," Ron said quickly. Hermione eyed him a moment longer, then began eating quietly. Everyone let out a long sigh. Ron leaned over to Harry. "See, I told you Harry. She's mental," Ron whispered. Harry snickered and continued to eat.

A couple of days later, Hermione was pinning a veil on Tonks's head. Tonks was literally shaking with anxiety. Her bridesmaids were Hestia Jones, Emmeline Vance, Freya Ferguson, and Aislin Douglas. They were all standing next to the window, looking out at the guests. Mrs. Weasley came bounding in the door, her red hair up in a bun.

"Tonks, dear, are you ready? They're ready for you," she said. Tonks took a deep breath. She stood up and slipped her shoes on. Then she looked at her bridesmaids. Hermione headed outside.

Outside, Harry and Ron were practically sweltering in the heat. Remus's best man was Mr. Weasley. His groomsmen were Mundungus Fletcher, Elphias Doge, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Dedalus Diggle. Remus pulled at his collar. Mr. Weasley laughed at him.

"It's okay, mate," he said. Remus smiled nervously. Mr. Weasley began walking back to the house so that he could enter with Tonks's Maid of Honor, Catriona Onsu.

Hermione sat down hard next between Ron and Harry.

"She looks absolutely beautiful. Of course, I just hope she doesn't..." Hermione began. Ginny immediately shushed her.

"Don't jinx her, Hermione! You know how clumsy she is. Look," Ginny said. Then to the quartet's surprise, Aurora, Neve, Draco, Neville, and Luna Lovegood were walking over to them. Luna looked perfectly healthy. She smiled down at them.

"Hello, you guys. It's been a minute. I hope you liked our gift, Harry," Neve said, sitting down. Harry nodded.

"Yeah. Thanks. I really liked your gift, Draco," Harry said. Draco stared at him for a moment. Harry'd never said his first name to his face. If he even said his first name, it was when they were talking about him to a teacher or someone of higher authority. Even then it was a rare and auspicious occasion. He nodded in Harry's direction and sat down next to Aurora.

"You're looking mighty good, Luna. We were afraid for a moment that we'd lost you for a second there," Hermione said. Luna nodded.

"Thanks for saving me," she said. Hermione nodded. Then everyone was hushed. The music had started and Hestia Jones and Mundungus Fletcher were coming down the aisle followed by the rest of the groomsmen and bridesmaids. Then, everyone stood up. Tonks was standing there, looking as nervous as was humanly possible. She smiled and Remus smiled back at her. She began walking. Next to Ron, Hermione sniffed. Ron turned to look at her. She had tears running down her cheeks.

"What are crying for? I thought this was supposed to be a happy occasion," Ron whispered. Hermione glared at him.

"It's just so beautiful. Look at her. She's so pretty in that dress," Hermione said. Ron rolled his eyes and turned back around.

About halfway down the aisle, Tonks stepped on her dress. As she started to take her next step, the dress pulled and she fell flat on her face. A collective gasp of surprise came from all of the guests. Harry and Neve shook their heads and Draco was trying to suppress a grin. For a moment she just laid there.

"That's gotta be embarrassing," Ginny whispered. Tonks stood back up and dusted herself off. Thankfully, there was nothing on her dress. She regained her composure, held her head high, and continued walking. When she reached Remus, he was about to burst with laughter. Tonks smiled at him. They began snickering. The guests sat down.

"Sorry," she whispered. Remus just shook his head. The minister cleared his throat and the two stopped their giggles. They straightened up.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two kindred spirits in holy matrimony. If anyone here has a justifiable reason as to why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace." When no one said anything, the minister continued. "Remus J. Lupin, do you take Nymphadora Andromeda Natalia Tonks to be your lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold till death do you part?" he asked.

"I do," Remus said, beaming. The minister turned toward Tonks.

"And do you, Nymphadora Andromeda Natalia Tonks, take Remus J. Lupin to be your lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold till death do you part?" he asked the fumbling bride. Tonks was still halfway snickering from her fall. She cleared her throat.

"I do," she said, smiling as hard as she possibly could.

"The rings, please." The two put the rings on each other's hands after Tonks dropped Remus's twice and then turned back towards the minister. "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," the minister said. The two turned toward each other immersed themselves in a long kiss. The minister had to practically pry them apart. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to Mr. and Mrs. RemusJ. Lupin." The minister finished. Everyone clapped as the two newlyweds walked down the aisle, still smiling at each other. Harry looked at Ron.

"I wonder what the 'J" stands for," Harry thought aloud. Ron shrugged.

"He obviously doesn't want anyone to know. I've never even heard him mention it before," he said.

At the reception, Hermione was on her sixth piece of cake. The rest of them were watching her with wide eyes. When Hermione finally stopped eating, she looked at them.

"Why are you all watching me like vultures?" she asked, wiping icing off of her lip.

"Do you realize that THAT was your SIXTH piece of cake? Where does it all go, Granger? You're eating like a pregnant woman," Draco said. Of course, he would be the one to point out the obvious. Ginny and Harry looked at each other.

"Don't be silly, Draco. I can't possibly be pregnant. I don't know where it all goes. I guess I have high metabolism. It's just that recently, I've been really hungry," Hermione said, eyeing Ron's plate with interest.She took a piece of chicken off of it. Ron glared daggers at her. She looked back at him with just as much power. Ginny and Neve shook their heads.

"Yes, that's what they all say. Then, six months later, they're crying," Draco mumbled underneath his breath. Aurora snickered and Hermione looked at them. She'd heard Draco mumble something under his breath, but couldn't make it out.

Suddenly, a woman with dark red hair glided by them. She was beautiful in every sense of the world. The guys all followed her. Ginny and Hermione rolled their eyes. Aurora hit Draco in the shoulder, knocking him out of his stupor. Ginny nudged Harry.

"Huh? Oh. Who was that?" Harry asked, still looking at the girl. She walked over to the table where Charlie, Bill, and Nadia were. She sat next to Charlie. Nadia was feeding Vasha. Or at least she was attempting to feed her. Vasha was very energetic and refused to eat the green concoction her mother had on the spoon.

"THAT was Persephone Vardalos, Charlie's girlfriend. I'm starting to think she must be part veela or something. Guys all seem to be hypnotized by her. We went to Diagon Alley to help out at Fred and George's joke shop and guys just flocked to her. She practically had to beat them off with a stick. Needless to say, Charlie wasn't to happy about it and they got in a fight that night," Ginny said.

"She's not part veela, Weasley. She's a Siren," Draco said, eating a piece of cake. Everyone looked at him except Hermione, who was now eating a piece of apple pie.

"A what?" Aurora asked.

"A Siren," Draco repeated. Everyone still stared at him with an inquiring expression on their faces. Draco sighed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione beat him to it.

"A Siren is a witch with the power to lure men in. Men become really distracted by her. She has no real control over it. I'm a partial Siren. It usually doesn't kick in until that particular girl turns sixteen. You never wondered why all of sudden you thought I was pretty, Ron?" Hermione asked absent-mindedly. Ron looked at her like she was crazy.

"I've thought you were pretty since third year, Hermione," Ron said quietly. Hermione turned her head to look at him. She smiled at him.

"That was so sweet, Ronnie. Why didn't you ever act upon it?" she asked. Everyone else at the table rolled their eyes. Ron blushed a dark red color.

"I was too shy," he said. Hermione kissed him.

"Get a room, you two,"a voice said from behind them.Ron and Hermione turned around and saw Angelina and Fred standing there. Angelina looked very happy and Fred looked a little too happy. He was as drunk as they come.

"Hi, Angelina, Fred. I know you two aren't talking about getting a room. All you two do is play tongue hockey. I'm surprised you're not sucking face now," Ron said. Angelina smiled and Fred wobbled a little. He looked down at his brother.

"Well, Angie always wins," he said giddily. Angelina laughed. Ron and Ginny made disgusted faces.

"That was a little more information than I needed to know, you guys," Ginny said.

"That's Fred for you. He and George have been drinking so much tonight. Alicia is doing damage control right now. I will never understand how they can do this every week," Angelina said, looking at Fred, who looked like he was about to fall asleep. Angelina was halfway supporting him. "We'll see you all later. Come on, Freddy." Angelina dragged Fred off. Ron snickered.

"Freddy?" he asked. Hermione made a snorting noise.

"I know you're not talking, Ronnie," Neville said snidely. Ron glared at him.

"Shove it, Neville," he said.