"Now why didn't I think of that before?" He quickly apparated to Godric's Hollow. He looked around the dark place and whispered, "Lumos." He quickly found a light switch, which gave him enough light to do what he needed. He sat down in an armchair in the living room. He looked around once more before pulling out the leather- bound book. He cautiously opened the book, knowing well enough that the book could have hexes placed upon it.
Harry arrived back at the Burrow two days later.
"Oh my goodness, Harry!" Mrs.Weasley exclaimed, "Where on earth have you been? We've been worried sick about you." Harry nodded his head slowly in response. He needed to speak with Remus or somebody he felt he could trust.
"Well get in the shower. There's a tuxedo, in your size, in Ron's room. So please do your best to get ready quickly. We're running a tad bit short on time," Mrs.Weasley said as she prepared breakfast. Harry made his way upstairs and in to Ron's room. Ron looked up from buttoning his shirt.
"Harry?" he said attempting to button his shirt without looking, "Where've you been hiding? Ginny's been worried sick about you. You really shouldn't do that to her." Once again, Harry nodded his head in response.
"C'mon, Harry. Talk to me. You should at least tell Hermione or I what you've been doing. It's not fair to keep us out of the loop like this. We promised you that where ever you were we would be there with you, remember?" Ron said finally done buttoning his shirt.
"I really don't feel like talking right now, Ron. I just want to get in the shower, get dressed, and get everything done and over with," Harry replied groggily. He hadn't slept much in the past two days. He was too worried that the portrait of Sirius' mum was going to start yelling at him like crazy. He had already had nightmares about it. He shuddered as he remembered them. He grabbed his clothes and made his way to the bathroom in time to catch Tori coming out in a towel.
"'Ello, Harry," she said and flashed him a grin, "Where've you been? Ginny's been nutters. You can't imagine what it's been like with her. All mopey and what not. Makes me shudder just thinking about it. But she'll be happy that you're back." Harry glanced at the floor as Tori moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, "You wouldn't feel so guilty had you asked to borrow it and not gone snooping in my room to steal it." She kissed him on the cheek and made her way to Ginny's room. She glanced around at Harry once more and smirked before disappearing into Ginny's room.
"How does she-?" Draco flashed before his eyes when he thought of her smirk. Something's not right.
Ginny ran up to Harry sobbing, almost hysterically. She hugged him, not wanting to ever let him go again.
"Harry," she said as she buried her face in his chest, "Why did you do that? I asked you not to go after Tor. She and I may argue but we're still best friends." Harry looked down at her and, sighing, hugged her tighter. I can't tell them yet, he thought as he closed his eyes, not wanting the moment to end. He opened them slowly as he realized the ceremony was starting. He took Ginny by the hand and led her to their seats. They were seated with the rest of the Weasley family.
"Where's T-?" Harry began to ask but spotted the answer to his question quickly. She was seated between Fred and George. There's something odd about her today, Harry thought as he continued to watch Tori. She's more snobby than usual. Almost reminds me of Malfoy.
"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the elderly priest finished with a warm smile. As Bill and Fleur kissed there was a large crash outside of the small chapel. Following the crash were several screams and then silence. All of a sudden, a sandstorm blew into the chapel hall blinding everyone.
"What's going on, Harry?" Ginny screamed, clutching Harry's hand.
"I don't know," Harry shouted back. He shielded his eyes from the sand as best he could and noticed that several people were unconscious on the floor.
"You have to get out of here!" Harry shouted to anyone who could hear him. But no one could. The sandstorm soon began to clear and Harry realized that a few people that he had thought were unconscious before, were dead. He looked around; realizing that he could see that everyone he cared about was still intact.
"But where'd that wench go off to?" he muttered angrily. He quickly made his way to the entrance to the chapel, where he was shoved back by Bellatrix Lestrange and a tall man. They were followed by a couple of other people that Harry didn't recognize. They all wore dark cloaks. Death eaters? What were death eaters doing at the wedding? Harry thought to himself quietly as he moved back into the small crowd of people.
"Now listen up people!" A short man shouted and everyone quieted, "We only need to extort some information and do not wish to kill you." Bellatrix snorted and said, "Speak for yourself. I have a few on my list that I plan to rid myself of." Harry glared at her. His hatred for her and Snape had only grown more each day since school had ended.
"As I was saying, don't interrupt us and you won't get killed," the man continued. This time Harry snorted, "And you think we'll take this laying down?"
"I suggest that you do," CD replied nonchalantly, "But if you feel the need to be heroic, then I shall deal with you personally." He smirked at Harry.