Harry Potter and All There Is Left To Do Is Love

by: wish on a muggle at yahoo dot com

dedicated to tobydog

Chapter 10: A White Wedding.

A/N: Wow, I've calm down loads more since my last post. I just needed to vent a little and now that that is done, I'm ok. I'm not sure what the likely hood that two fan fiction authors can write the same-looking scene within two weeks of each other...it is all fishy to me but I appreciate all the reviews of my story andpeople tellingme that my story is good and not to worry about anything else, though I think they are just say that so I can write faster, lol.

"The Ministry calls Harry James Potter to testify." Rufus Scrimgeour announced. Harry stood up in his spot. "Harry Potter, tell us what happened when you arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the night in question."

Harry talked for aboutfive minutes, starting with seeing the Dark Mark and then on to being in the full body bind underhis invisibility cloak. "Now, Draco Malfoy said he had been behind the two attacks on Gryffindor Student earlier that year?" The Minister asked, his lion-face directed at Harry.

"Yes Sir," Harry replied. "Then Dumbledore offered him protection but before Malfoy could answer, Death Eaters came in. A brother and sister and a werewolf."

"Do you remember their names?" Scrimgeour asked.

"Alecto and Amycus were the brother and sister. I don't know their last names." Harry told the room. "The werewolf was Fenrir Greyback, who attacked Bill Weasley that night." Harry could hear Lupin shift uncomfortably in his chair butHarry didn't turn around tolook at him.

"Go on." Rufus Scrimgeour said.

Harry continued on about Snape rushing in and walking up to Dumbledore, "...and he did the Avada Kedavra Spell."

Rufus Scrimgeour looked down at his papers, "And do you know about the Avada Kedavra Curse?"

"Yes," said Harry, "seeing as Ihavesurvived it."

Rufus looked up at him, "That's right, the only one ever to have survived it." The seemed to talk louder towards the end.

Harry looked at the group of wizards behind Rufus Scrimgeour, apparently they were the jury. "Yes. So I've heard." Harry mumbled.

"You may be seated." Harry sat down and felt Lupin's hand grip his shoulder.

After a sort period for which the people behind the Minister left the room and returned ready,the members of the jury all stood up. Rufus Scrimgeour asked them if they were ready and they all said yes. "We find Severus Snape guilty for the murder of Albus Dumbledore." One of them said.

Harry let out a big sigh of relief. One of the Aurors walked forward. Rufus Scrimgeour boomed loudly, "I order for his wand to be snapped in half," as he said this, the Auror took hold of the wand and broke it over his leg. A dragon's heartstring slipped out and slithered onto the floor. "Life in Azkaban."

Snape didn't seem surprised, however his eyes were very sad. Harry saw a shimmer of warmth in there, warmth he had never seen from his least favorite teacher. Harry let out another sigh of relief while a satisfied babbling started up around him, he was lead out of the room by Lupin and Rufus Scrimgeour through thedoor Snape had just been escorted. Aurors tied him to a chair, sitting at a table. Snape didn't try to stop them but he sat, looking vulnerable, another surprise.

"Take a seat, Harry," Scrimgeour said, pointing to a chair across the table from Snape. Harry looked around, there was another door in the room, but aside from that it was empty.

Lupin and the Minister left the room through the other door saying, "If you need us, we will be right outside the door." Harry nodded and looked back at the waxy, greasy Snape.

"You still think I am a coward?" Snape said, sounding like he was fighting an internal battle.

"Yes," Harry yelled, making him flinch, "an no," he added.

"No?" Snape asked, meeting Harry's eyes with confusion.

"Yes, you told the truth didn't you?" Harry said, his insides were burning and he was looking at his hands. "You said you were guilty of murder." Harry could feel excitement enter his body, "The murder of the only man who trusted you! The man who kept you OUT of prison!" Harry stood up and Snape flinched. "A man who gave you a job after you backstabbed him! A man who trusted you, even though it was YOUR fault I have this scar," Harry pushed back his hair and touched the lighting bolt mark on his forehead. "YOUR fault I don't have parents!" Harry was shaking.

"Yes." Snape said softly. "Did he tell you it was me who overheard the first part of the prophecy?"

"No," Harry said, still shaking. "Trelawney told me."

Snape nodded. "I didn't hear it all though."

Harry took a seat. "I broke the prophecy in the Department of Mysteries and you killed the man who heard it."

"So it's gone forever." Snape said, sounding defeated.

Harry searched his face, lined and always angry looking, but now sad as though he realized what he did but couldn't do anything about it now. "No. Dumbledore told me. I know the whole thing."

Snape looked up. Harry emptied his mind in a hurry. "You do?"

"Why did you kill him?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

"He needed to die." Snape said simply.

"NO HE DIDN'T!" Harry yelled. His eyes were on fire.

"He knew it was coming, Harry," Snape said, back to his usual manner. "He knew he was going to die soon. Just didn't know it was going to be me." Harry glared at him and Snape just sneered back. Harry stood up and held up his fist as to hit Snape. He sneered, "Like father like son!"

Harry, who didn't put his fist down, said with hatred oozing from his skin. "Yes, well you said my father attacked you for no reason?" Harry pulled back his fist an inch or two, "I have a perfectly good reason to hit you." and he did. Harry's fist made contact directlywith Snape's nose. His chair wobbled backward and fell forward with a thud. Blood dripped slowly down his face, pain in his eyes, and his mouth a thin line. Harry turned on the spot and left room, shaking.

"Are you done?" Lupin asked.

"Yes." Harry was still shaking as Lupin took a quick look inside as Aurors entered to take Snape.

"Lets go back to Number 12, Harry." Lupin said, walking with him to the elevators that would take them back to the lobby to the apperation point. "Are you ok now?"

"What?"

"We thought it would be a good idea that you confront Snape," Lupin told him after the lift doors closed. "I didn't think you would hit him," Lupin added with a laugh.

Harry smiled weakly. "I got worked up." Harry told him about the interview.

"Like father like son, eh?" Lupin asked. "I think you handled yourself very well, Harry."

"Thank you," Harry looked down at his shoes. Lupin put the fatherly arm around him and Harry closed his eyes, trying to imagine that the hand squeezing his shoulder belonged to the man once referred to as Prongs...

November ended and December passed slowly. With nothing to do except experiment new unsuccessful spells on the cup and break things with the Ledion charm, Harry and his friends didn't have anything to do. Ron always seemed able to talk Harry into a game of wizards chess, though he rarely gave it as much attention as Ron did.

They were all counting down the days until Lupin would be at Number 12. It seemed like forever! Finally the day came and Harry, who was upstairs snogging Ginny for the first time that week, heard in the distance Sirius Mother's Portrait screaming, "Blood Traitors! No More Blacks!"

Harry and Ginny ran downstairs and found themselves face to face with a green haired Tonks and a ruffled looking Lupin. Harry shut the drapes over the portrait with a glare at the woman before turning to one of his favorite Aurors and his favorite teacher.

"We are so happy to see you!" Harry said, he now knew exactly how Sirius felt. Being targeted so he couldn't leave this house. Harry hated almost every minute of being in Number 12, but he knew he had no where else to go because the one spot he belonged in was a few floors up in Regulus Black's labratory.

Lupin took off his traveling cloak and threw it on a coat rack, "I can imagine," he said with a smile. "Now, show me the Horcruxes."

Harry lead the way up the stiars and too Regulus's room. Like normal, Ginny clutched the journal and pulled the correct book from the book shelf and it moved aside to show the contents of Regulus's hard work.

Lupin stepped it and made his way to the long table where Harry spent countless hours working. Lupin picked up the broken locket and examined it, "Yes, the soul is gone from this." He turned and picked up the cup, "I will have to ask Professor Slughorn about this one."

"You reckon a potion would destroy it?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I do." Lupin said, turning to the glasses and holding them in his hands, "Yes, there is magic surrounding these." Lupin backed up next to his young friends. Tonks was standing there too. "Shall we give it a go then?"

"Sure," they chorused.

Lupin held up his wand, pointing it at the glasses. The rest did the same. "All right," Lupin said, "on the count of three." He raised his head high, "One!" He boomed. "Two!...Three!"

"Leodin Medius!" They all cried. Clouds of dust and smoke erupted from their wands and joint together to form a fist then shot its way forward hitting the glasses and making them shake, but they were not broken. "Yes," Lupin said, examining the glasses. "I reckon we need to be a bit more passionate." Harry looked at the wall behind the glasses and saw that the bricks were now cracked.

"Again on three?" Lupin said, getting back into postion. "One! Two! Three!"

"LEODIN MEDIUS!" They yelled for the second time. This time, when the smoke hit the glasses, they broke cleanly in two and the glass in them shattered. Harry was trying to catch his breath when Lupin sputtered, "Good job, everyone..."

Harry turned and looked at Ron who looked like he was nursing a head ache, Hermione was looking closely at the glasses and Ginny was sweating badly. "Well," Harry said after Lupin and Tonks left to work on their wedding plans, "four down, three to go."

It was a small ceremony. Tonks wore all white, even her curly hair was white. Lupin wore the black suit he wore at Bill and Fleur's wedding. Only about twenty or so people were there, mostly from the Order. Harry was Lupin's best man, he was overcome with joy just by seeing the looks of love exchanged between the Auror and the werewolf.

It felt like love was in the air. Harry put himself in Ginny's, Ron's and Hermione's company over the Christmas hoildays. He loved his friends dearly and slowly the images of their dead and bloody bodies creeped into his mind. The sooner the cup was destroyed the sooner Harry could go after Voldermort, alone.

"We need to find a way to get the cup into Hogwarts," Lupin told them after Harry brought it up. "We can't bring Horace here, he isn't in the Order." Harry sat sadly in a chair next to the fire. Hermione next to him on the floor with Ron.

"What if," Hermione said looking up from her card game with Ginny, "we turn the Cup into a Portkey?"

Lupin pondered this for a moment and then smiled, "I think we can do that!"

Tonks walked in, her hair a soft red today, a look she called 'Ginny Weasley Sr.' She wrapped her arms around her husband, "Let's go to bed now."

Ron, oblivious to everything, said, "But it's only 7 o'clock."

Harry and Lupin laughed at him but Tonks winked and said, "Yes, but tomorrow is the full moon, so we only have a night left before he has to go back to Hogwarts."

Ron turned red, "Oh..." Harry smiled at him, he noticed that they hadn't talked like the used to do in the past couple of weeks because of this something weighing down on them...this Voldemort-sized something.

His oppertunity to spend some time with Ron came when Ginny proclaimed her hair was a mess. "I think," she said to Hermione, "I should go get it cut."

"It doesn't look that long," Ron said, examining Ginny's loose bun. Ginny stood up, rolled her eyes, and let her long shiny hair down. It went all the way down to her waist. "Nevermind."

Hermione smiled, "We should go into the village!" She squealed. "I've been looking foreward to going there to see how it's been holding up since everything has been happening. Plus it would mean we could get out of this stupid house."

Harry growled, "You mean, MY stupid house!"

Hermione looked at him with a sorry, sorrowful, and confused expression, "Yes, your, um, house."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Shut up, Harry, you call this house worse things than that!" Harry shrugged.

The next day they arrived in Hogsmeade, Harry's invisiblity cloak packed safely in his backpack, for an all day trip. They ate breakfast in the Three Broomsticks and afterward Ginny and Hermione left for their haircuts. Ron and Harry decided to walk the streets and look to see what was going on.

"So, you and Hermione," Harry said quickly, before Ron could ask him anything about his and Ginny's relationship.

"Me and Hermione," Ron said, a strange, happy look on his face.

"I knew you two would get together," Harry said with a smile.

"For how long?" Ron asked, then added, "AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"

They laughed for a moment then Harry said, kicking some snow in his path. "About fourth year. Yule Ball, one minute you idolized Viktor Krum, next you thought he was Satan." Ron snickered. "Then last year, I could just tell, you know? You two were going to fall for each other." Ron slowed his walk down a little. "You love her, don't you?" Harry asked. He never had such a stranger conversation with Ron.

"Yeah."

"Have you told her?" Harry said, then added, "Did you mean it when you told her?"

Ron let out a stuffy laugh. "Well, I let it slip once or twice during sex, but I'm not sure if she thinks I meant it."

Harry laughed too, "So, you two have had sex?" Harry knew they have had sex before, of course. He did over hear them one night that was supposed to be dedicated to Ginny. "How was it?"

Ron grinned in a dreamy state, "Brilliant."

Harry snickered under his breath, "I'm happy for you."

"You should have told me how fantastic sex was," Ron told him accusingly.

"Did you really want me to walk up to you and say, 'Oy! Ron, I just had sex with Ginny, you know, your baby sister, and it was FANTASTIC! You really should try it...there is this one this she does, with her hips--'" Harry smiled, "I doubt you would have listened to me past, 'I just had sex with G--'" Harry laugehd again.

"You're right." Ron shrugged, "You could have just said you have had sex before."

"With who? Cho?" Harry snorted.

"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't have." Ron shuffled his feet a little bit in the snow. "You know, since Lupin and Tonk's wedding, I've been, er, thinking a lot about marriage..." He trailed off.

Harry stopped dead in the snow, so did Ron. "You are going to ask Hermione to marry you?" Harry smiled.

Ron looked down at his long feet in the snow. "I don't know. I would like to get married one day when I'm ready and maybe become a father." Harry grinned at him. "I just, er, wanted to tell you."

Harry bounced up and down a little bit, "When are you going to ask her?"

Ron's eyes looked horrified for a moment and he said in an unusually high voice, "I dunno!" Ron and Harry walked on for a moment. "Would you like to get married one day?"

Harry was thinking this very question overand overfor a while over the past few weeks, now here, his best friend in the whole world, the brother of his girlfriend, is asking the question he had been asking himself. "Well," Harry said, "not to you."

Ron laughed, "Harry, would you propose to my sister one day?" Harry didn't answer. "We could be brothers, not that I need another brother, mind you. But you are the only guy who treats my sister right. You treat her with respect but also the way she wants to be treated."

Harry's mind suddenly filled with thoughts of Ginny. The way her smile couldlight upany room and make his heart swell. "Yes." Ron patted him on the back and looked very happy.

"Double Wedding!" He said. "That is, if Hermione says yes."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Like she would say no! Who else would she go to?" Harry snorted, "Vicky?" It was a true mark of how well he knewhis bestfriendswhen Harry said, "She loves you."

Ron's face went red, "Sh-she told you that?"

"Not really," Harry said softly, "It's just, I've know you two for years and I can just tell. The look on her face when she is with you or when we mention your name." Ron looked so confident at that moment and then Harry added, "Plus, Ginny told me she said she loved you." All of a sudden, Ron did an impromptu cartwheel.

When Harry and Ron arrived to the Three Broomsticks for lunch, Hermione and Ginny were already there. Ron ran right over to Hermione and kissed her then whispered to her, "I love you." Harry wished he had not overheard him tell her but a second later it didn't matter.

"Oh Ronald!" She cried, "I love you too!" Then they snogged.

Harry took a seat next to Ginny, pecking her on the cheek, "Your hair looks nice."

"Thank you!" She smiled. Truth was, Harry couldn't see it, but he knew that if he didn't say something of the sort he would not get any love from Ginny tonight.

A/N: Sorry about the delay on this chapter. I just got The Sims 2, it is very addicting...Elijah Wood and I have very beautiful babies...lol...Plus I keep having movie marathon's with friends. Yesterday was the Freddy Kruger night!

aj3504: I would like to thank you for letting me know your ideas but...I still think he is dead. However anyone wants to spin it, Harry has to do the final battle on his own. Thats why Harry's parents are dead, he can't have them there to fight his fight for him. Same with Sirius, he would have done ANYTHING for Harry, even go after Voldemort himself. Dumbledore was the only one left that was there to protect Harry to that extent. Now all that is left is Harry and Voldemort.

(I know that Lupin, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Tonks, Mr and Mrs Weasley, etc. are still there but they can't protect him, only help him get to where he needs to go). So in conclusion, I believe Dumbledore is dead. Sad, but the Hero needs to be on his own! ((If you don't believe me, please read the interview Emerson and Melissa had with Jo, you can find it at MuggleNet dot com! It is very funny and really informative!))

Kuwabaras pupil and I.P.Freely: Kill Malfoy? But I still need him!

Azabaza: Very, de ja vu, but your aren't going mental, atleast not from where I can see.

SalemWitch: Thank you very much.

lazza33: Well, he knew he was guilty. He was not a coward...he fessed up!

ndgc21: I found a wonderful Latin-English dictionary...and sort of fused words together. I'm really bad at the making up of spells...took me like 4 hours to think up that one. I'm glad you thought it was good!

Elanor: Welcome back! I hope you had a wonderful time! I am too, so I wrote Snape as guilty but sad about his crimes! Did you like it?

Dear Marcus Lazarus: I love that you are in the middle ground of the "We Want SEX"/"No More SEX" crowd. I did put the M rating on this story for a reason...even if I believe it is mild sex scenes, I think it is great that someone thinks it is a little to much.

thebestauthoreverwhohasyettocomeoutwithastory: Thank you for your views. I still and keeping it my way. Thank you.

LindseyPotterWeasley: Thank you very much. I'm glad you like my sex. Hahaha!