Whatever It Takes

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…duh.

A/N: Hey guys! I forgot to post in my first chapter that there are some spoilers in this story…so yeah. Don't read it if you haven't read book 6. Wait. PLEASE read my story even if you haven't read book 6! Just kidding. And…sorry about the delay. I had almost finished the chapter when my computer decided to crash on me, and unfortunately I hadn't saved my work. :( And…I lied. This chapter is not Bill and Fleur's wedding..not yet.

Chapter 2

Harry met Mr. Weasley outside. He noticed that he looked quite flustered, but maybe it was just from carrying Harry's trunk.

"Well, Harry, now that that's over, we should probably go to the Burrow. I don't want Molly to worry," Mr. Weasley said. "Remus was nice enough to make us a portkey. Now, where is it? Ah…there it is!" Both of them touched the tin can were immediately transported in front of the Burrow.

"Sorry about the bit of a walk. The new charms we had placed won't allow anyone to apparate in or near the house. It's quite irritating, but with what's going on, one can only be so safe," he explained to Harry.

The war was full on and it wasn't just going on in the wizarding world. Muggles and wizards had both been disappearing and there were rumors that Voldemort was planning to break into the Ministry, but Minister Scrimgeour insisted that everyone at the Ministry was perfectly safe. Although, the Order had its doubts.

"Oh, Harry! I'm so glad you're here and away from that wretched place! I made lunch. What would you like?" Mrs. Weasley asked while motioning at a wide arrangement of foods behind her.

"Mum! Ease up a bit! Poor Harry only just got here. Why don't you go upstairs and dump your stuff in Ron's room, Harry?" Fred grinned, while George loaded up a plate of food behind Mrs. Weasley and placed a finger over his lips.

"Fred! Harry can do whatever he likes! What…? George! No! That's for Harry!" Mrs. Weasley cried. Ron quickly helped Harry carry his trunk up the stairs.

"Sorry about that. Mum's been a mess lately because of the wedding and the war," Ron explained. Once they reached Ron's room, Harry saw Hermione and Ginny talking on Ron's bed.

"Oi! You two! Stop chatting, Harry's here!" Ron shouted.

"We're not blind, Ron!" Ginny yelled back. "And…we're glad to see you," she added to Harry.

"Did you hear about Hogwarts, mate?" Ron asked.

"Yeah."

"I can't believe it's closed," Hermione spoke quietly.

"At least we don't have to take N.E.W.T.'s!" Ron said happily.

"It's not a good thing, you know?"

"Why?" Harry and Ron asked at the same time.

"It will make it very difficult to get a good job," Hermione told them.

"I'll just work at Fred and George's shop," Ron replied, shrugging.

The next two days went by quickly and before he knew it, it was the day of the wedding.

"Harry, hold this for a minute, will you?" Charlie handed him a large flower arrangement.

"Harry? Harry? Oh, there you are, dear! Put that on the table for me and the go check and see if Ron is dressed yet," Mrs. Weasley instructed.

"Ron? Are you ready?"

"Yeah. How's mum holding up?"

"She sounded okay to me." Harry saw that Ron had his hands over his face. "Ron?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you sure that you are fine?" Ron looked up.

"Yeah. Yeah, I was just thinking…"

"RON! DOWN HERE NOW!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed. Ron gave Harry a weak smile and said, "Here we go."

A/N: Like I said…I lied. But I promise Bill and Phlegm…er, Fleur, will tie the knot very soon! Next chapter! I promise! And just to give you guys a little heads up, I will absolutely NEVER have Ron or Harry or anyone for that matter call Hermione, Mione. It just bugs me and I refuse to. Plus, if they started calling her that, that would mean that she could call Ron, Won Won, and Harry …uh, lemme think about that.