Chapter 4---A Reminder of the Past

"Is everyone awake?" Harry asked through yawns.

Hermione smiled, "Yes. You two need to get up and get dressed." And with that she left the room.

Ron again covered himself with his blanket as Harry rubbed his eyes and got out of his bed.

"Ron…get up." Harry said patting him on the shoulders before changing into a navy blue collar shirt and a pair of black pants.

"You two boys need to wake up a little earlier! This is an important day and I don't want any of it to go wrong!" Mrs. Weasley grinned at Ron and Harry.

"Molly…that's enough. Come on…I need to get Harry and Ron to the church to greet the guests," Mr. Weasley said irritated.

"Dad who's Bill's best man?" Ron asked once they reached outside of the church.

"It---"

"I am," a voice said as the doors opened.

It was Charlie. He was already in a black suit and his short red hair was combed back neatly, not a single hair was sticking out.

"When did you get here?" Mr. Weasley asked smiling.

"Early this morning." Charlie smiled.

"What happened there," Harry asked looking at the scab above his left eyebrow.

"Got burn again?" Mr. Weasley asked strictly.

"It was an accident." Charlie smiled.

"Ron, go on with Charlie." Mr. Weasley said rushing towards the church stand.

"What for?" Ron asked with a vacant expression.

"You'll see little brother," Charlie winked.

"W-what about me?" Harry asked feeling quite awkward.

"Uh…everything here is pretty done. Why don't you just settle yourself down until the wedding starts," Charlie suggested.

Harry just nodded feeling a great pain of anger in him. He wasn't needed here. No one needed him.

"I'll be back, Harry," Ron said disturbed.

"Yeah…" Harry said and they left.

Harry decided to sit down on a nearby chair and rested his chin on his hands. What was he doing here anyways? No one needed him. He wasn't even related to the Weasleys. And that was when it hit him real hard on the head. He wasn't family…of course they wouldn't need him. No matter how hard he tried to call it 'home'…it wasn't. It wasn't his home…it wasn't his family…and so I great sadness and anger covered him.

"Good morning Harry," a vague rather dreamy voice said.

Harry looked up to find Luna. She was wearing nothing normal. She wore a striped red and blue Sunday dress with a forest green thin sweater. She wore black rain boots and her hair was strangling down as usual. She still wore her necklace made of butterbeer caps and she wore her radish earrings. Instead of having her wand behind her ears she had about 3 daisies.

"Hi…" Harry said depressed. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now. He wanted to be left alone; alone in his own strange world. He was always different; always a marked man.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked pointing to the chair across from Harry.

Harry shrugged.

She smiled and took the seat.

"Quite a lovely place this is…" she said her eyes traveling around the room coming to a stop at Harry.

"You don't seem too happy, you know…" Luna said examining Harry.

"Of course I know that," Harry said under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing…"

"Daddy was so happy when we received the invitation. But of course I knew we would be invited. I mean we live just over there, you know."

"I didn't know that…"

"Well...I suppose you wouldn't. This is a muggle area."

"I know that," Harry shot back irritated.

Luna looked taken back and stared at Harry.

After a while she said, "Are you depressed because of your god-father?"

Harry froze. It had been such a long time since anyone had mention Sirius to him and he never wondered why but now his mind was consumed with random thoughts. Why had everyone stopped mentioning Sirius? Was it because…was it because Sirius was no longer with them? Did everyone wanted to forget Sirius? Were all of them going to go on living as though Sirius had never entered each of their lives? Harry looked at Luna as though she held the answer to all his questions but she just stared back with her odd protuberant eyes. And at the moment everything came back to him; Sirius's death, the Department of Mysteries, the veil.

"L-Luna about the veil…was there really people behind it?" Harry asked tentatively but with eager.

Luna nodded sadly, "Yes, Harry. I told you that before."

"So…then…d-do you th-think Sirius is there?"

"Yes…behind the veil."

"H-how can you be so sure?"

"I can hear them, Harry. And so did you. They're just like you and me; humans."

"Then why are they there? Isn't there anything wizards can do to get them out?"

Luna chuckled, "Harry…death is unstoppable and there's nothing anyone can do to bring back the dead."

"But you said that they were just behind the veil! Can't we just move it or something!" Harry asked, now angry.

Again Luna looked as calm as ever and chuckled, "Harry…it's a barrier between life and death. Once you have crossed the barrier and into the veil you're dead. Death is a mystery and those who had experienced aren't here to tell us the tale. All we can do is fulfill our duties and wait…"

Harry stared at Luna amazed. Death was a mystery but why did she so welcomingly accept it? How can live each day and await her death?

But before Harry can say something else people started entering the church and started filling up the tables.

"Daddy should be here soon," Luna smiled her eyes traveling through the room.

Harry didn't say anything but looked at Luna as though she held the last missing piece to the puzzle of Harry's life. As Harry looked carefully, he realized how pale Luna looked. Her skin was a pale peach and her teeth seemed to be perfect.

"I see you got here before me, sweetie."

"Daddy! Yeah…you we're taking too long." Luna smiled.

"Got to look good for this wedding, don't I?"

"Daddy…this is Harry." Luna said turning to Harry, who had just return from his gaze.

"Blimey…Harry Potter." Mr. Lovegood said in shocked shaking Harry's hand, "It is such an honor to at last meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too," Harry managed to say returning the handshake.

Mr. Lovegood was rather tall and thin. He had short pale brown hair and his eyes were also a creamy brown. And by the way he was dressed Harry couldn't blame Luna for how she dressed. Mr. Lovegood was wearing a bright red pair of pants and a yellow collar shirt with a polka dot tie. He was also caring a notebook and had a camera around his neck. He had a huge smile and his nose was rather crooked.

"I told you no more stealing daisies," Mr. Lovegood said to Luna as he sat next to her.

Luna chuckled, "Daddy, I didn't steal them. They called for me and I couldn't just do nothing."

Harry thought what Luna said was odd but her father didn't think it was by the look of his happy face.

"What's the camera for, Mr. Lovegood," Harry asked, watching Mr. Lovegood fiddle with the lens.

Mr. Lovegood said, "It's to take photos of course. It's going to be in the next issue of the Quibbler. Everyone will be so excited to finally see a Weasley wedding take place."

"I'm helping with the interview," Luna chimed in, "Daddy said I would be a great interviewer."

"She's good isn't she?" Mr. Lovegood smiled at Harry, "Remember when she interviewed you?"

As Harry thought back to 2 years ago it wasn't Luna who had interviewed him. It was Rita Skeeter.

"Uh…yeah she's good," Harry lied.

"My little girl is going to by a reporter someday," Mr. Lovegood squealed happily.

Harry could see Luna blushed but if it was someone far away, they wouldn't have noticed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please," the priest said gently as everyone settled down. Harry looked around to see every seat filled but neither Ron nor Hermione we're in sight.

"Now…let the event take place." The priest continued and at once the wedding song began.

Bill was wearing a black tuxedo with a red tie. His hair was neatly combed back. His face was rather good looking except for the scars that ran across his face. He seemed to be a lot better than the last time Harry had saw him in the Hospital Wing. Standing next to him was Charlie.

Harry scanned the room again looking for Hermione and Ron but he still found none of them.

The doors slipped open slowly and a tall blonde man, around his 50's in a dark blue suit, entered and clinging to his right arm was a lovely girl in a long white wedding dress. Her face was covered with a see through veil. She held a bouquet of fresh roses. Following them were two girls; both dressed in identical dresses but Harry's eyes were focused on only one, the red head. She looked gorgeous. She had her red hair tied into a criss-cross bun and she wore a lovely pink dress that fell a little past her knees. And the pair following them...

Author's Note: Thank you to all my reviewers! I love you guys so much!...well it'll be a while before I update seeing that I'm taking a break and enjoying myself since Summer is coming to an end…well not really…but its August and there's only a month before school starts so I want to enjoy myself…but of course I won't neglect this story…I'm just taking a break…anyways I made this chapter a little longer and I promise there will be some actions in the next few chapters…until then please review…