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A loud pop brought Harry back to his senses, he looked around him but the room was just how it had been. He frowned as he drew his wand and stood up, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

"How could you do it to her Harry? I just need to understand." A familiar voice called from the kitchen. Harry headed into that room of the apartment and saw his red-headed best friend sat at the counter, his eyes boring into Harry as soon as he stepped into the room.

"I didn't mean to Ron. Honestly I didn't." Harry muttered almost inaudibly as he lowered his wand and went to sit by his friend.

"You're my best friend Harry, you really are mate and you're like a brother to me. I just need to know what happened; I need to know your side of the story. I know sometimes I jump to conclusions and I'm trying hard not to do that here." Ron sighed as his face softened with the need to know what had happened the night before. Harry smiled slightly when Ron said he was like a brother to him, that meant more than the red-head would ever know.

"It was all so mad Ron. And the strange thing is the night started out so perfectly.." Harry started. For the next hour or so the two boys conversed about the night before. Harry told his side of the story only to be bombarded with questions from Ron. Eventually the two boys reached the conclusion that, somehow, Harry had to get out of this engagement that he had unwillingly put himself into.

Just at that moment there was a flurry of wings outside the kitchen window and they both looked up to see which one of their birds it was. But when they looked it wasn't Pig or Hedwig. It was a dark brown owl, quite large, and it looked rather annoyed to be left gliding outside the window of their apartment. Harry jumped up to let the bird in and took the letter from its leg, while Ron offered the deliverer a couple of owl treats that he greedily took.

As Harry ripped open the letter his heart sank into his stomach.

"Ron..Ron!" He called out, his friend was immersed in feeding the owl. He looked up as Harry called his name, a look of puzzlement on his face.

"It's from her..it's from Clare." He groaned and brandished the letter under Ron's noise. "Read it Ron. I can't face it." He said and flopped onto the sofa. Ron cleared his throat and started to read.

"Dearest Harry.

She's started on the mushy stuff already!

I have missed you immensely since last night. I can't wait to start planning the wedding and was hoping we could converse over lunch. I know the most adorable little restaurant off the back of Diagon Alley. They serve fabulous food and it's lovely and quiet. We won't be disturbed. I really hope you can make it, as we need to talk about a lot of stuff. Including when you'll meet my parents, my mother is just dying to meet you!

Love,

Clare

Well that was one of the funniest letters I've ever read. My mother is dying to see you again aswell Harry. Maybe you can pop round for tea!" Ron chuckled as he passed the letter to Harry and sat down. Harry quickly skimmed over the letter, which was written on scented paper. Clare had dotted her i's with hearts and put a lot of kisses at the end.

"Ron I think we need to call in re-enforcements." Harry said seriously as he put the letter on their coffee table.

"And I know exactly who we need. Give me two minutes." Ron told him, a sneaky smile on his face. He stood up and disapparated. As he watched his best friends disappear Harry sighed and stood up aswell, he went through to the kitchen and made himself a mug of coffee, the muggle way. Sometimes doing stuff the muggle way just took his mind off of things. He stood in the kitchen drinking until he suddenly heard numerous 'pop's coming from the living room. Harry put his mug down and headed into the other room. As he entered he saw numerous people surrounding him, all talking amongst themselves.

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