The Big Spankin' Insanity of the End.
Airport, somewhere in the desert.
"We're going to do this right?" Harry asked.
"Well of course, we flew here didn't we?"
"Yeah, but I wasn't sure..." He was cut off.
"If I still wanted to go through with it?"
"Yeah and do you?"
"We came here for a reason, Harry, so lets do it."
"Okay."
Two days later, back in London, England.
"Can you believe we did it?"
"It's pretty unbelievable, isn't it?" Harry asked.
"It is! How do you think everyone will react to the news?"
"Probably shock."
"Or they'll be shocked then say: FINALLY!"
"Yeah like..."
Ottery Saint Catchpole...
"Molly, NO, Don't look at the paper, NO!"
"OH MERLIN! They didn't, Arthur, please tell me they didn't? Arthur?"
"Molly, calm down, just stay calm.."
Another place in London..
"Why was Hermione's paper delivered here.. it hasn't came here in years... OH MY GOD! LOOK, Darling, LOOK, LOOK!"
"Do you think there back yet?"
"Well, they better be!"
"Why?"
"So I can decide whether or not to pummel or kiss them."
'Mike' Granger laughed at his significant others antics.
Somewhere in Magical London.
"LUNA! LUNA! Did you see the paper? They did it! Can you believe it? After all that Merlin forsaken planning and they..."
"I saw love, isn't it wonderful."
"I know! I'm, I'm surprised Harry had the balls," and the rest of what he said was drowned out in Luna's laughter.
Listening to: Flogging Molly-Swagger
By noon Mike and Jane Granger, ALL the Weasley's in the area of the United Kingdom and various friends who knew of the location of the Potter-Granger, Granger-Potter, Potter Granger or Granger Potter, or Granger or Potter or Granger and Potter, maybe love nest, former bachelor pad, old folks home, half way house, hostel, low income housing..
Uh their place of residence..
Yeah..
Well their home... front hall, living room and kitchen, front porch and backyard is now over-run with expected, yet unprepared for guests..
And how in the bloody hell did the tabloids, eh hem, legitimate press..
Yeah..
Well, the "Daily Prophet" and a day earlier, "The Quibbler," (hid from Luna Lovegood-Weasley's husband..
Find out about what happened over the weekend? How? HOW? HOW?
A few well placed leaks..
Well outright..
Here you are..
Go ahead tell the world comments by Harry Potter or is it Granger and Hermione Granger or is it Potter.. or are they Granger-Potter and Potter-Granger? No one knows..
Do you the readers know? Do I the writer know? Do I? That's a good question..
Will the answer come soon?
Yes, hopefully..
And the exodus to the outside of the story will now end...
As Harry and Hermione replicated... oops! Wrong story, eh hem.. magicked pots and pots of coffee and tea for their abundance of uninvited, not so surprising guests, no one asked the big question, they all just stared or sipped their hot beverage..
Waiting, waiting, until the seemingly most unlikely person finally asked the question that all present were impatiently awaiting the answer, Neville Longbottom (the formally round-faced, clumsy boy, during Harry, Hermione and Ron's early years of Hogwarts) spoke up:
"Is it true? Is what the Prophet and.. what this weeks Quibbler say, is it true?"
"Luna, you knew?" Yelled out numerous upon more Weasley's then the ability to name quickly at Arthur and Molly's youngest son's wife.
Luna just smiled serenely at Harry and Hermione and nodded.
"Is the Prophet's headline correct, Harry?" Hermione asked Harry, completely unfazed.
"It is," Harry replied and total mayhem erupted over the Potter, Granger, Potter-Granger, Granger-Potter, who knows!
Chaos, just overcame their kitchen and it's adjoining rooms.
The Wedding passed in silence rather then with a momentous occasion.
The Aftermath and shock is what made all the noise in the press and the Granger-Potter, Potter-Granger, Potter or Granger household.
THE END!