Harry Potter and the Return to Godric's Hollow by Erin10.

Spoiler Warning: - This fiction contains spoilers from HPB. If you haven't read HBP, don't read my fic! It won't make sense and I don't want to spoil HBP for anyone! Consider yourself warned! I won't be held responsible if you read this and then complain that I spoilt the book for you!

Disclaimer: - Everything belongs to J.K Rowling! I own nothing! This is written purely for my own enjoyment, andafter the last book my sanity depends on it!

Chapter Four – Of Weddings and Memories.

Harry walked back up to the Burrow looking thoroughly shocked; being made Dumbledore's heir would be a lot to live up to. The Daily Prophet would have a field day when they found out, and they would find out soon.

Harry knew, as soon as he turned seventeen and was granted access to the Dumbledore vault. McGonagall had seen fit to warn him this, knowing that he knew virtually nothing about Wizarding customs.

Tonks and Remus followed him, and he allowed them to knock on the door, and convince Mrs. Weasley that they were not Death Eaters in disguise. Harry did not have the strength or the inclination to bother, his heart was aching fiercely, and all he wanted was to be left alone with his thoughts, something that seldom happened at the Weasley residence.

He followed them into the kitchen, placed the Pensive, the sword, and the Diary on the table, and then he sat down in front of the objects and stared at them morosely. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Remus and Tonks looking at him in concern, and Mrs. Weasley seemed to be flapping around the kitchen, pondering what to say. Eventually it was Hermione who spoke.

"Harry, do you want to talk?" She asked eagerly. Harry knew from bitter experience that talking about things was something Hermione always wanted to do, but he didn't feel inclined to placate her today, he would not humour the request.

"Not really." He answered dully. Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, and then closed it, obviously changing her mind about speaking.

Harry did not know what to think. Dumbledore's diary could turn out to be immensely private and Harry did not want to invade the Headmasters privacy, even though the man seemed to want him to. Likewise, the pensive looked half full of memories, and that also seemed too personal for Harry; his curiosity seemed to be extinguished.

Harry knew, that once, he would have jumped at being able to brows through the headmaster's thoughts and memories, but now, he couldn't help but feel, that the luxury had come at far too much of a high price for his liking. He would rather have remained ignorant of everything, if that had meant that the headmaster could have lived.

He felt the misery of losing Dumbledore all over again. It ripped at his heart and he was afraid that he would begin to cry again, and the one thing he did not want to do, was to begin to cry in front of an audience.

He felt a gentle weight of a hand being placed upon his shoulder. He looked up into Ginny's bright knowing gaze, he knew that his eyes were beginning to tear, but he didn't feel ashamed for her to see that, not like he did with the others.

"Do you want to be alone for a while Harry?" She asked softly and Harry nodded, wondering how this girl knew him in such an intimate way, one that no other did. She seemed to see what others did not, and she understood Harry in a way that made him feel very vulnerable. He nodded and she squeezed his shoulder gently in reassurance, "You can use my room then. I'll help you carry this shall I?" She asked picking up Gryffindor's sword.

"But…" Hermione began, but never finished.

Harry saw Ginny throw her a fierce look, which was full of anger at her insistence to talk, she looked rather like a mother lion protecting her pride. Harry was more grateful than words could say.

Hour's later Harry woke up. It seemed that he had fallen asleep after exhausting himself. His heart still ached, and felt rubbed raw, but he no longer felt like he would fall apart easily again.

He had needed to cry, to finally heal after the death of the man who had done so much for him, he understood that. Ginny had also been a rock for Harry. She had escorted him up the stairs and helped him to sit on her bed, placing his things on her bedside table. She had then given him a quick hug, a kiss on the cheek, and had walked back to her bedroom door pausing momentarily to look at him briefly. She had then spoken to him in a stern voice.

"Just remember that you're not alone, and when you want to talk, I'll be there to listen." She had also smiled slightly then and murmured, "I'll be in the garden if you need me." And then she had left him alone to brood, knowing that he needed the time alone to sort out his thoughts and to get a grip on his feelings.

Harry felt exhausted; he lay on the bed and made no move to open his eyes. He could remember crying bitterly, and then when no more tears would come, he had just stared at the objects he had been given, his mind feeling numb. He had wondered if his brain had closed down in shock to protect him, and then he had realized that it was just a part of the grieving process. Something he had never felt with Sirius's death because he had hardly ever allowed himself to think about it, but he was being forced to think about Dumbledore's death, because wherever he turned, someone always wanted to talk about it.

Harry felt that it was time he faced up to the sad fact that Albus Dumbledore was dead, and like he had finally come to accept about Sirius (that he would never, ever again, receive a letter from him), he had to accept that he would never again see Dumbledore smile, never be able to speak to him again, and he would never again have to try and guess what sweet the genius had used as his password to grant access to his office.

He could not afford to fall apart like this. He had to be strong. He was Dumbledore's heir, and if he was ever going to face Voldermort, he needed to have a handle on his emotions. They too could be used against him, he knew this, and Sirius had died because of this. He wiped the sleeping dust from his face and stretched his aching and protesting muscles.

It was only then that he realized that someone had taken off his shoes, covered him with a blanked and taken off his glasses. He found his glasses on the bedside table, and whilst putting them on he noticed a white rose lying on the bedside table, next to where his glasses had been deposited.

He smiled wryly; it was evident that Ginny had been back to check on him, the thought lifted his heart slightly. He pealed the cover from his body and stood up. He folded the cotton blanked several times, and laid it on top of the bed. He straightened out her normal quilt, which he noticed was dyed Gryffindor red.

He wondered if she had died it herself? He picked up the rose, smelt it, and with a tender smile he placed it upon her pillow, picking up his thing's he then proceeded to Ron's room where he knew his friends would be. He felt stronger, and ready to talk, like Hermione had wanted him to do earlier.

Harry soon found that he was indeed correct. Hermione and Ron were in Ron's room, on top of Ron's bed, in a rather compromising position. Harry blushed, knowing that if Mrs. Weasley had found them, Ron would be subjected to a long, loud rant about why that was not appropriate behaviour, that she had brought him up to be a decent Wizard, and that if she ever caught him doing that again in her house, before they were married, she would send him to a Monastery.

Hermione saw him and squeaked, Ron however froze in horror, and Harry placed his new belongings quickly in his trunk, whilst he studiously did his best to ignore his friends, never once looking in their direction again. As he got to the door, Hermione however seemed to regain her composure, she spoke briskly, "Ron… Ron! Get off me. Harry if you'd just wait outside for a moment we'll straighten ourselves out and then we'll be ready to receive you." Ron started to laugh.

"Yes Harry, we'll be ready to receive you." He said slightly mockingly her. "Hermione, your t-shirt's on my desk. Harry, next time would you knock mate?"

Harry nodded and fled from the room. When Hermione opened the door, a few minutes later, Harry entered the room feeling decidedly uncomfortable. "Are you feeling any better Harry?" Hermione asked him, and he nodded not trusting himself to speak. Ron laughed off the embarrassment.

"I think we've scarred him for life Hermione, he's still having a slight problem speaking." Hermione glared at Ron, and placed her hands on her hips reminding Harry of Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes well… if you had remembered to lock the door Ronald Weasley…" Harry's mouth felt dry, but he felt that he should step into the conversation quickly, or they might reveal something else he never wanted to know about.

Finally he croaked, "Yes well...these things happen." It had worked and Hermione had stopped speaking, but it had not worked in the way Harry had planned. Ron suddenly looked rather volatile.

"Not with my sister they don't!" He roared, and only then did Harry stop to really think about what he had said, and he shook his head frantically,

"No! No I didn't mean that!" He said hoarsely. Hermione smirked.

"Damn straight you didn't." Ron muttered, "I don't even want to think about that."

Harry blushed and looked away from Ron who was still muttering under his breath. Eventually he stopped and Harry felt his gaze boring a hole into him, "Don't even think about doing anything more than snogging her Harry! She's a year younger than you and I've got four older brothers that will help me break your legs if we ever find out you've taken advantage of her, best friend or not. Do you understand?" He told him angrily. Harry looked at his best friend and gulped slightly.

"I'm not with your sister anymore Ron, we broke up, you know that." Harry said quietly, and Ron snorted. "Yes and I'm a flobberworm." He said derisively. "You obviously don't know my sister as well as you think you do."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked annoyed.

"Nothing," Ron said smirking, "If you can't work it out for yourself."

Hermione spoke softly, "Are you ready to talk about your meeting with Professor McGonagall?" Harry looked at them and shook his head.

"I need to show you the memory of what happened on our last trip to get one of the Horcrux, it was a fake, we need to find out who took it. Why they took it, how they took it, and if it has actually been destroyed." Harry told them feeling agitated suddenly. Who could R.A.B be? It was just another mystery on top of a thousand more that needed to be solved if Harry was ever going to have the chance of killing Voldermort.

"However I don't know how to put memories into the pensive, he never taught me that." Harry said softly, he walked to his trunk and took the pensive out cradling it and placed it on the table next to Ron's bed.

"I know how." Hermione told him in a gentle tone, "I've known for a while now, ever since you told us that Dumbledore asked you to get that memory from Professor Slughorn. I researched pensives then, but you can't do magic yet Harry, so I don't see how you can…"

She stopped speaking when Harry laughed, "All your research and you never found out that although the Ministry can detect magic being performed, they can't detect the perpetrator? Remember, I was blamed for Dobby's hover charm the summer before our second year. We're perfectly safe doing magic here. You're both of age and I doubt your parents would really report me to the Ministry for using magic Ron." He laughed when he saw his friends looking very indignant; he imagined that he had looked the same when Dumbledore had told him.

"I can't believe that." Hermione said through clenched teeth seething, Ron shook his head looking outraged.

"You mean that I could have used magic anytime I wanted but didn't because…" Harry nodded laughing heartily.

"That was my reaction too, although I couldn't have at the Dursley's obviously because none of them have an ounce of magical talent."

"Who told you?" Hermione asked questioningly.

"Of all the people! It was Professor Dumbledore that told me!" He laughed thinking about how ironic that statement sounded, his friends also saw the funny side to this, and they began to laugh with him.

"He was an excellent man wasn't he?" Ron said in an amused tone. "That he was." Harry told them smiling, remembering his mentor fondly.

"In actual fact Harry it's not hard to place a thought into the pensive. You just need to think about the memory really clearly, and only that memory, and touch the tip of your wand to your temple while you do that. There isn't an incantation, it's all about your intent and suppressing all other thoughts except the one you want to draw out. Why don't you try with something that isn't as complex to begin with?" Hermione told him and Harry nodded. He practiced using the pensive for half an hour before he felt that he could do it.

Feeling confident he thought about that terrible night. He included almost everything that had occurred from the moment he found out that Snape had been the one to inform Voldermort about the prophecy. He didn't think that they needed to see Dumbledore lying dead at the bottom of the tower however, so he stopped it at the point when he was trying to tell Hagrid that Dumbledore was dead. He pulled his wand away from his head, and seeing the silvery-white liquid strands of thought bunched up at the tip of his want, he quickly deposited them in the pensive. When Hermione gestured to Ron to go ahead and go before her Harry stopped him quickly.

"It is only fair to forewarn you that you'll see Professor Dumbledore's death." He told them quietly, "I didn't know if you realized that." Hermione and Ron nodded solemnly. Hermione looked tearful and Ron looked sick from the thought, but both of them looked grimly determined to go through with it. Harry watched Ron plunge his face into the silvery substance, Hermione followed, and then Harry reluctantly took a deep breath and followed them. He fell through darkness, until suddenly he saw himself standing outside the room of requirement with Professor Trelawney.

He noticed that both Ron and Hermione looked very nervous, and he understood that, the first time he had been inside this pensive, he had also felt nervous.

"I miss having you in my classes, Harry." Professor Trelawney was telling Harry, "You were never much of a Seer… but you were a wonderful Object…" Harry watched Hermione snort with derision whilst Ron gave a small bark of laughter. Harry shook his head, the brazen behaviour the woman had displayed that night had been largely due to the amount of sherry she had drank, it was however one of the most truthful things she had ever said to him.

"Silly cow!" A voice said quietly beside Harry, and Harry gaped, Ginny Weasley was standing beside him. When had she dropped in? "So what are you doing in here then?" She asked off handily, Ron and Hermione had yet to notice her. Harry could hear snippets of the memory playing out as he looked at Ginny, but he let them wash over him. He couldn't decide if he wanted her to see anymore of his memory, because then she would have to know everything, and he couldn't quite bring himself to kick her out.

"Well, Harry, I promised that you could come with me." He heard Dumbledore say, and then before he had made up his mind the memory had progressed onto the part where he had replied, "You've found one? You've found a Horcrux?" and then he knew there was no point in throwing her out. If he did that now she would only try to research the topic and draw attention to the subject, and attention was the last thing he needed. Judging by the horrified look on her face however, she somehow knew what a Horcrux was already.

"What has upset you?" Dumbledore questioned.

"I'm not upset." He heard himself reply.

"Harry, you were never a good Occlumens -"

The entire plan, everything that he had tried so hard to conceal was playing out in front of Ginny's eyes. Harry sighed, and blocked the memory out clenching his teeth to stop himself from screaming with frustration. Why hadn't he been able to kick her out immediately? She would have to know everything now, and that would make her a liability.

"I'm sorry Harry. Should I go?" She asked, the entire colour had drained from her face and she still looked completely horrified. Harry shook his head.

"There's no point. Prepare yourself though, Dumbledore dies in this memory." He told her shortly, feeling angry with her, and angry with himself, he looked away from her and watched the night events unfold for the second time.

From the events that happened in the cave, and Dumbledore's piercing screams of horror which had made Hermione and Ginny start crying, to the duel between Harry and Snape after Dumbledore had been murdered. When the memory stopped Harry muttered, "That's it. Hermione help Ron out will you?" Ron and Hermione had just done a double take upon noticing Ginny standing next to Harry, he grabbed Ginny's arm quickly and tugged, the next minute they were standing once again in Ron's bedroom. A second later Ron and Hermione joined them.

"What in Merlin's name are you playing at Ginny?" Ron demanded angrily, and Harry winced, a headache was building behind his temples.

"Stop. There's no point in crying over spilt potion Ron, and lower your voice! No one else is to know any of that information." He said sharply, his emerald eyes flashing dangerously. "Do you understand that Ginny?" He asked. She nodded. "Good. Now can we discuss this tomorrow? I'm getting a headache." He winced, massaging his temples. Ron and Ginny nodded in agreement however Hermione did not look happy at the suggestion.

"Just one little comment Harry. There's something odd about what Snape said to you in that duel. He sounded like he was trying to teach you something, 'Blocked again, and again, and again until you learn to keep your mouth shut and your mind closed, Potter!' but why would he say that? Why on Earth would he want to give you advice Harry? Especially when he's a Death Eater? It makes no sense!" She said pacing the room furiously.

"And why did he stop that other Death Eater from cursing you? Why didn't he take you to Voldermort, he could have dragged you off himself. None of what he's done makes any sense Harry." She told him looking very annoyed.

"Oh for the love of Merlin Hermione! What are you trying to say? That he's a good man? That he's still fighting for the light? Don't be foolish! He killed Dumbledore! He told Voldermort about the prophecy!" Ron snapped at her, and she glared back.

"I didn't say anything of the sort Ronald! All I'm saying is that he's acting oddly for a Death Eater, even YOU must see that! What Death Eater would give Harry a piece of... of advice like that?" She spluttered slightly, looking irate with her boyfriend.

"Look!" Ginny butted in trying to stop the oncoming row before it gathered any steam. "It's getting late and we still have preparations to do for the Wedding tomorrow. We don't have the time to argue about this right now!"

Hermione ignored her and looked at Harry, "Snape is right you know! I think we should all do what he said! We should all learn silent spell casting and Occulmency, it make's sense!"

"I am not following the orders of a Death Eater Hermione!" Ron said angrily, but Harry ignored them. He placed his memory safely back into his own mind, and then stored the pensive in his trunk. Then he left the room. He had forgotten about the Wedding.

The guests had begun to arrive at the Burrow, however due to the troubled times they all found themselves in, the only people to be invited were a handful of people from the Order, The Delacour's (which only consisted of Fleur, her parents, younger sister and Grandmother), Madam Maxime, and four close friends of Bill's and Fleur's. Ginny and Ron had gone off to get dressed much earlier, Ron as an attendant of Bill's, and Ginny as a bridesmaid to Fleur.

Hermione and Harry found themselves sitting on wooden seats on the second isle. McGonagall was sitting on the row behind them with Moody, Remus Lupin and Tonks who were talking in hushed tones to one another, and next to Harry was a member of the Weasley family he had never met before. Arthur Weasley's sister Muriel who looked like an older version of Ginny.

She had flaming red hair and bright brown eyes. She was chatting happily away to a man sitting next to her, who Harry presumed was her husband. Molly Weasley was sitting next to Muriel's husband at the end of the isle. The front row of seats had been saved for the attendants (The Weasley brothers), and the bridesmaids, Ginny and Fleur's sister Gabriel.

Bill was standing at the front of the room next to a man Harry had never seen before, but who oddly enough looked like a male version of Fleur with blond hair and blue eyes. Harry's muse was cut short however when he heard someone speaking loudly from the back.

"The Bride approaches."

Harry turned to see Ginny and Gabriel walking up the middle of the isle in soft buttery gold dresses, Ginny looked amazing, Harry thought, unable to tear his eyes away from her. Her dark auburn hair was tied in an elegant not, and tendrils of curls spilled down from it, it created an effect which made her look almost innocent, if it had not been for the ever present twinkle of mischief in her bright chocolate eyes. Much like the twins always had. She and Gabriel were also holding a small bouquet of fresh white roses each. Harry smiled remembering that Ginny had placed a white rose by his glasses as he had slept yesterday.

When he finally managed to tear his eyes away from Ginny he frowned.

Harry who had never been to a wizards wedding, and who only knew what should happen in a Muggle wedding (but hadn't actually been to one of those either), was at a loss to explain why Mr. Weasley was walking Fleur up the isle, when he was relatively sure that it should have been Mr. Delacour who walked his daughter up the isle. As soon as he had spotted Fleur, a woman standing at the front, next to Bill began to sing. She had silver hair and dark blue eyes. She was beautiful. Her song was unearthly, yet she had a beautiful voice, and the song flowed harmonically throughout the room. Harry was sure that she was a Veela, but he could not understand why her song wasn't effecting the male population as it normally did. He looked at Hermione, who also appeared to be as stumped as he was.

When Mr. Weasley had reached the front with Fleur, they stood to the right of the beautiful woman, who stopped singing and smiled widely. Harry could see that she had perfect teeth, which were pure white. Ginny, Gabriel and the Weasley brothers' sat down finally in the front isles.

"Join with me as we call upon the Veela, Wizards, Centaur, Fairies, Elves and all such good creatures to look upon this ceremony with us today to bless all present, but especially Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour. A True marriage is more than just the joining of two persons. In its right eminence, it is the uniting of two souls already speaking and attuned to one another. Bill Weasley you have chosen to bind your soul with my eldest Granddaughter Fleur's. Her father has agreed that you will make an excellent match." Still smiling Fleur's grandmother gestured to the man standing next to Bill, he, Harry presumed was Fleur's father. Harry couldn't see any hostility between the man and Bill, not like Bill had predicted and told Fleur about in the row he had overheard the other day. He must have been over reacting.

"Qui." Said the man standing next to Bill. He smiled and placed his hand on Bill's shoulder. "'Eeet is a privilege for Delacour family to join with the Weasley family. May 'zee joining be a prosperous and 'appy bond." He smiled at Mr. Weasley.

"Father of the Groom. Are you satisfied with the lady who stand's beside you? Are you confident that she will make a fine wife for your eldest son, and will you take her into your family and care for her as your daughter? Is this to be a happy union?" The woman questioned. Mr. Weasley smiled and looked down at Fleur; he took her hand in his, and turned to look at Mr. Delacour.

"A happy union it shall be. It is a pleasure for the Weasley family to accept this woman, as the wife of my eldest Son, a daughter and a sister. We are happy that the Weasley family can join with the Delacour family, a union which will be both a blessing and a privilege." He finished beaming happily; Harry noticed that he still held Fleur's hand. Mrs. Weasley was crying with happiness. Mr. Weasley then placed Fleur's hand into Bill's waiting one, and like Mr. Delacour had done with Bill, he placed his own hand upon Fleur's shoulder.

Fleur's Grandmother then looked at the Bride and Groom. Harry sensed that the father's had done their bit in the ceremony, giving permission for the wedding to continue. It was all very strange to Harry, strange, but rather beautiful.

"Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour, on this day you have chosen to make a solemn vow of courage to support one another in Holy Matrimony. It is a beautiful sight to see two young people who love one another as much as you both do, but know this, and heed my warning as the oldest family member. A marriage of souls cannot be reversed. It is an unbreakable commitment for all eternity, in life and death you will be one. Do you heed my warning?" She looked quite serious now, and Harry realised that there must not be such a thing as divorce in the Wizarding world.

"I do." Fleur reassured her grandmother, as did Bill, "As do I." The woman smiled again, and both fathers still beaming with pride took a step backwards, and stood a little way, away from the procession. Bill still held Fleur's hand. Harry heard Hermione sniff, and when he looked at her, she was smiling brilliantly, and crying with what he believed must have been joy. He was beginning to think that all women cried at weddings.

"Then the marriage of souls will continue. Love is a miraculous gift, and I ask you both in the presence of all those you hold dearly in your hearts, those who are present and those who have already passed over through the veil, to remember that love and loyalty alone will prevail, as they are the ingredients for a happy home. Will you swear to remember this?"

"I swear it." Fleur said throatily, Bill smiled at her, "I swear it."

"Are you agreeing that on this day, of the 30th July in the year of 1997 you will share strength, responsibilities, honesty and love with one another for ever more?" She asked.

"I am." Fleur said, Harry though she also sounded like she was crying, but he couldn't see as she was facing Bill. "I am also." Bill replied.

"In a moment I will invoke the ritual, and your souls will be one. I would like you to take this time, to say your own vows to one another, man, then woman, and I would then ask you to share a drink from this goblet, to seal these vows before I proceed."

Harry watched Bill look at Fleur, his eyes shining with a suppressed emotion. "I never knew what love was until I saw you that day at Hogwarts. You were so beautiful, so strong, and so courageous. You were only seventeen and yet, you were competing in a competition which had you facing dragons, solving hazy puzzles, staring danger in the face for your school, and you did it all without the smallest trace of fear, and I knew then, that you were special." He stopped speaking for a moment, collecting his thought before he continued.

"The day your sister was taken and placed in Hogwart's lake, you were frantic when they pulled you out of the water. The Grindylow's and Merpeople had hurt you, you were bleeding everywhere, shaking from the cold, almost blue in the face, and although no harm would have come to her, she was your only concern." He smiled, and his other hand caressed her cheek, wiping the tears away from her eyes. Harry could see Ginny looking at him, so he looked at her and smiled, she smiled back, brilliantly, and Harry was stunned to see that she was crying. Ginny hardly ever cried. The fact that she was, moved him, she was genuinely happy for her eldest brother.

"You wouldn't let Pomfrey heal you; you were fighting against the teacher's who were trying to restrain you, crying that you had to reach her. I thought that you were so selfless, and I thought that if someone who could give love like that, so, completely and unselfishly, could love me like that…. Who would be willing to crawl through hell for me, like you would have for Gabriel that day, then I would be the luckiest man in the world, and here I am, with you wanting to be my wife. Your standing by me when many women would chose to flee from marrying a man as disfigured as I am now. Loving me selflessly, loving me completely with the whole of your heart. I am truly, the luckiest man in the world." Harry could see tears in Bill's eyes; almost everyone had tears in their eyes or was crying completely at the heartfelt words Bill was giving to his future wife.

"So I'll make this vow to you today, my beloved Fleur. I will always love you selflessly. I will love you completely with my entire being. I will honour you in any way I can. I will always listen to you. I will stay loyal to you, and I promise you in front of everyone here today, that I will always fight for you, because you are the only woman I could ever love, and without you I would be lost." He kissed her hand.

Fleur took a moment to compose herself before speaking.

"Before you came into my life, 'zere was an emptiness in my 'eart that I could not fill. 'Zere had been many men 'oo flung 'zemselves at me, because of what I am, without wanting me, acting on 'zeir impulses, but you, you did not. You stood apart from 'zese men Bill. You did not fling yourself at me; you were I 'fink, too proud. You looked at me like we 'ad met before, and I too felt 'zat same feeling, and it was amazing, in 'zis life I knew that we 'adn't met, but it seemed obvious to me 'zat in a previous one, we must 'av. 'Zen you smiled, and my insides melted, and I knew 'zat I could not resist you, I did not want to resist you. You were like a magnet, where you were I wanted to be, wherever 'zat might be… It didn't matter as long as I could walk with you." She smiled radiantly at him.

"On 'zat dreadful night when we went to 'ogwarts to assist 'zem in 'zee defence of 'zee castle, I was told 'zat you 'ad been 'urt, and my 'eart felt like it was bleeding, all I could 'zink about was you. I knew 'zen 'zat I would willingly walk through 'ell for you, because if you are not alive, I see no point to living myself. You are my one true love, my soul mate, and I care not 'ow you look, or 'ow rich you are. I only care 'zat you love me for being me and not for what I am, 'zat you are alive and 'ealthy, because when I am not with you Bill Weasley my 'eart aches for you, you complete me, you are my other 'alf. So 'Zis I promise you in front of everyone 'ere today, 'zis is my vow to you Bill Weasley… I will always love you with every fibre of my body, because you are my soul mate. I will always honour you. I will listen to you always. I will always be loyal to you, and only you my darling, because now 'zat I 'ave the privilege of 'aving your love, I would never want to be without it." She kissed the back of his hand.

Fleur's grandmother handed them a golden goblet, which was full of some sort of liquid which in turn they drank. "Raise you hands, joined as one in front of you." Her grandmother ordered, they did as they were bayed and the woman continued to speak.

"You have affirmed your love for one another, and given your vows to one another, and now I will invoke the ancient ritual of the soul binding, for when two people love one another so truly, who would dare deny them?" She asked softly. The tip of her want was placed upon their joined hands, and she began to chant in a language that Harry did not understand, he knew it was not French, or Latin however, so therefore decided that it must be Veela.

The chant was beautiful, and like a phoenixes song, it made everyone feel warm and courageous, lifting their souls and making them feel extroadinarily happy. Harry wondered if this had been a Veela wedding ceremony, because after all, Fleur was half-Veela.

Colour's blazed from the wand, engulfing the couple, and the chant's sound amplified, when other voices began to chant in harmony with Fleur's grandmother. It was extraordinary to watch, until all of a sudden the voices stopped, and when the colours died down, Harry could see that Bill and Fleur were kissing each other heatedly, and judging by the embrace the two shared, they had kissing since the blazing colours had begun. Harry could see that they were also wearing rings on their ring finger now, whereas previously they had not been. The ring's were made of a single band of gold, signifying the commitment they had made too one another.

"You shall be one forevermore." Fleur's grandmother said quietly watching the couple kiss. Harry smiled, the wedding had been a very beautiful event, and that heartened him, because after everything Bill had been through recently, he deserved it.

End of Ch4

Well, what can I say? I've never written a wedding scene before, and I'm not sure what I think about it. I know there's a lot of fluff, but realistically, there always is at a wedding. What do you think? This chapter made me quite anxious. I'd love to hear from you all! So please review and tell me how I'm doing... if this scene is too fluffy etc… It's nice to get feed back! I also tried harder with Fleur's accent (sorry bledding black rose but it's what makes her… unique, lol).

I am touched that you all took the time to review my fic! Jenbunny, that has got to be once of the nicest review's I've ever gotten, I'm pleased (and embarrassed) that you think that and I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint you, because I don't know if I want to be responsible for your sanity slipping as well as mine, lol!

To animus I send you my humblest apologies. I write this mostly in the very wee hours of the morning when the house is quiet (It's 3.57am here, and I've been working on this chapter since 10pm), so as you can imagine that I'm shattered, but I'll try to do better when proof reading from now on. It's not your fault my muse comes out to play when I should be sleeping. :o)

To bledding black rose, again my apologies if I've annoyed you with Fleur's accent, but I like a challenge, and it's one of her little quirks that I felt bad for leaving out (If it annoys the majority, I'll stop it). You are one of my favorite reviewers! I remember you reviewing my other fics! I'll have a look at your 103 ways to kill Voldie when I've had some sleep i.e. later today. Yes Harry is Dumbledore's heir, but I've barely touched the surface of that yet :o)

To everyone, reviews are a rock when writing fan fiction. Thank you all!

P.S Did anyone else think Luna commentating that Quidditch game in HBP was one of the funniest thing's they've ever read? Lol! I laughed so hard, I cried! I've re-read that match about a thousand times! I love Luna, she's a scream!

Cheers, again Erin10

Revised 14/09/05