Chapter 9: The Coronation of a Princess
This whole 'wife' thing is harder than in seems in books. Especially if you're the wife of Harry Potter. Prince Harry Potter, mind you. He defeated Voldemort about...2 months ago...and is now the most respected person in the 3 kingdoms. That's right...Slytherin HATES him. But they are a bunch of raving Death Eaters, and their Prince, Draco, is their leader.
Enough about those slime balls. Being married is tough. I mean, I don't have to clean, cook, or do laundry, but YOU try being married to a prince! Harry is always away at either the Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff kingdom. Hufflepuff is okay, their Princess, Luna Lovegood is best friend to Hermione's sister-in-law Ginny Weasley-Longbottom. But Ravenclaw…that's the one I'm most worried about. Their Princess is Cho Chang. She's been after my husband (I kind of like how that sounds!) since our forth year. They dated in Fifth, but it didn't work out. Thankfully.
SCORE! Harry's home.
"Prince Harry here to see Miss Ella," the butler announced into my sitting room.
Harry walked in carrying a bouquet of roses. "A rose, for a rose," he said, kissing me on the lips.
"You've been away for far too long," I said, kissing him again.
And with each kiss, it got more heated. Let your minds reside in the gutter for a few moments.
"Ella…ELLA POTTER!" Hermione screamed into Harry and mine's bedroom.
"Mmmmmm…" I grumbled, knowing that Harry was out of bed and in his office, working.
"C'mon, your mum wants to see you in the Throne Room, pronto," Hermione said, helping me into my robe.
She guided my sleeping figure around servants, down the many staircases, and through the maze of hallways, until we reached our destination. When we got there, I immediately stood straighter and became almost fully awake.
"I'm up, I'm up, okay. Coffee?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. And then the dear house elf, Dobby brought me a cup, just the way I like it.
"Ella, my dear. It's time," mum said, walking towards me.
"You're right. Time for breakfast," I said, seeing Harry walk in.
"No. Time for your coronation," dad said standing next to mum.
"I beg your pardon?" Harry and I asked at the same time. We've only been married for a month! Cinderella waited 50+ years! (A/N: think Cinderellabration Walt Disney World)
"It's all been planned, since your wedding day," dad said gesturing towards the fourth chair, next to Harry's.
"Tomorrow. Invitations have been sent, and we're receiving the last of the replies," mum said.
"I…need to read," I said, and Hermione and I headed towards the library.
"I've got it covered," I heard Harry say to mum and dad, as Hermione and I left the room.
"Hermione, I know it for sure. You don't need a spell to tell me the truth," I said to Hermione.
"Truth about what?" Harry asked, walking into the library.
"I'll leave," Hermione said, exiting.
"Mione…okay…" I sighed, "Sorry about the whole Throne Room scene, I just wasn't prepared."
"Yes, I understand, but, didn't you think that it was going to happen soon?" Harry asked, taking my hands in his.
"Well, there are a few things that have happened sooner than I thought," I mumbled.
"Say that again? Ella, what's the matter, you've been short with me lately. Is something wrong?" Harry asked concerned.
"Nothing's wrong, Harry! I JUST NEED TO SORT THINGS OUT!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air.
"Ella! You want to have a shouting contest? WHY ARE YOU YELLING?" He shouted at me.
"BECAUSE I'M PREGNANT, HARRY!" I shouted, the words ringing in the room, "that's why I was yelling," I whispered. I mumbled an 'excuse me' and walked out of the room.
"Yes, you're sure? Wait 'til Harry hears about this," I said to the Mediwitch.
"Oh, his highness will be so excited! I was surprised that you weren't pregnant when you two got married. But, you are 3 weeks along…" the stout witch smiled.
"Oh dear. An interesting coronation we'll have tomorrow. Thank you," I said and left.
Walking to my room, I head the bustling of decorations being put up.
'How to tell Harry…' was the only thing on my mind.
As I closed the door behind me, I felt a pair of strong hands on my shoulders. I turned around, and cried into Harry's chest.
"Oh, my Cinderella," Harry said, stroking my cheek.
"3 weeks," I stated simply.
"3 weeks, what?" he asked, moving my bangs out of my eyes.
"That's how many weeks along I am. In 8 months, they'll be a new Prince and Princess here," I said, slipping another surprise in there.
"Prince, and Princess?" Harry asked his smile widening.
"Yes, well maybe not a boy and a girl, but definitely twins," I said wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Twins? TWINS!" Harry said, spinning me around.
"Sire? Madam? We need to know what the new Princess is wearing to the coronation tomorrow," a servant girl asked meekly.
"Tell mum that I am wearing one of my mother's gowns, and all I'll need is the tiara," she curtsied and left us to ourselves. I was still in Harry's arms.
"I have to tell Ron!" Harry said, "This calls for Butterbeer! Aren't you coming?"
"Expectant mothers aren't supposed to have alcohol, Harry," I said following him, grabbing his hand.
"Well…then water for you, butterbeer for Ron and I. Does Hermione know?" Harry asked, leading me to the game room, where Ron was.
"Yes, that's what we were discussing when you walked in," I said kissing his cheek.
"RON! Ella and I have joyous news!" Harry said grabbing 2 butterbeers and 1 water.
"Celebrating Ella's coronation? No butterbeer for you, Els? But you love butterbeer!" Ron said, looking confused
"Hey guys, Ella did you tell Harry? Did you see the Mediwitch?" Hermione asked, I nodded yes to both question and held up 2 fingers. Hermione squealed.
"Ron, Ella is expecting," Harry explained
"Expecting what?" Ron can be so thick.
"Twins, Ron. Ella is expecting twins," Harry said, taking a swig of his drink.
"Oh…OH! Congratulations ol' boy! But it's only been a month!" Ron laughed
My life, again, was going to change dramatically.
Announcing, their majesties, James and Lily Potter, King and Queen of Gryffindor!" the Royal Announcer said. The guests cheered and mum and dad took their rightful seats.
"You ready?" Harry whispered, squeezing my hand as we stood behind the curtains.
"I think so…"
"And now, I give you for the first time in public, Prince Harry, and his wife Ella Potter," the royal announcer said, and Harry and I walked out to greet the people. Harry took his seat, as I stood like rehearsed.
Dad stood up to make his opening statement.
"Good friends, and dear guests, we have you here to witness the coronation of a new Princess. Ella Morgan Potter, will you step forward?" Dad asked. I did as I was told, and bowed deeply in front of him, "By the power vested in me by Merlin, Godric Gryffindor, and my father, I crown thee, Ella Morgan Potter, Princess of Gryffindor," the crowd cheered wildly as dad placed the tiara upon my head.
Harry walked over to me, bowed and extended his hand, "Stand your highness," he said beaming. We walked back to our seats and I smiled, knowing that my husband would someday be king, and we'd have to do this all over again. But maybe with out me expecting. Or maybe so. Who knows?
So? Did you enjoy reading that as much as I did writing it? Thanks to Kat who read...and re-read this chapter (and the rest of the story) to make sure it was post-ready. Love ya babe
Enjoy, and Happy Reading
Always, Lucky