Fleur Delecour walked down the aisle, looking absolutely stunning in a simple elegant cream gown. Her face was glowing, her cheeks reddish with the joy of the moment.At the front of the aisle, her soon-to-be husband Bill Weasley beamed at her, and held out his hand. Behind them, Mrs Weasley sat behind her husband, dabbing her eyes.

Hermione Granger watched as they exchanged their vows, and as Mrs Weasley burst into tears of happiness. She grinned. Amidst all the grief the students suffered as they watched Dumbledore's funeral possession, she was glad that at least there were still things tocheer about.

This year was going to be different from the rest.

For Dumbledore, for Harry, for all the innocent civilians, wizards and muggles regardless, they were going to set off, and defeat You-know… no, Voldermort (it was definitely time to start using his name, she reminded herself). Her trunk was ready and packed in The Burrow, and straight after the wedding, the three of them were going to set off. Right now, sitting here, she felt a barrage of mixed emotions: anxiety, nervousness, and yet at the same time glad that they were finally going to do something to stop Voldermort.

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"Ron! Remember to bring a few sweaters along; wherever you are going might be cold! Harry and Hermione, you too! And take this book," Mrs Weasley ordered Ron as she shoved a copy of "Lockhart's guide to Housework chores" to him, "you're going to do all your washing yourselves for a change this year… oh dear! I'm going to be so worried!And what about food? No house elves are going to place your meals right in front of you; you are going to have to starve! Oh dear! What are you going to do?"

The three of them watched with a dumbfounded amazement as Mrs Weasley rushed about, busier than all three of them combined. You've thought that she was the one going for the journey, Hermione thought, resisting the urge to grin.

"Oh don't worry Mum, we are going to… hey, Harry, what are we going to do?"

"Err, um, …" Harry stared at Ron with an expression of total bewilderment. "Well…"

Hermione glared at the two of them. "Don't worry Mrs Weasley, we can always buy supplies outside, and cook them over a fire. Or even better, if there are Muggle restaurants around, we can always pop in. I have some spare Muggle money."

Mrs Weasley still looked worried. "Oh dear. Three of you, barely seventeen, and out alone!"

Crack! Crack! Crack! They watched, astounded, as Alastor Moody, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin apparated in front of them. Tonks grinned. "Oh, come on, don't tell me you didn't think that we were going to go with you?"

"What!" Harry choked. "But… but…"

"No buts," Tonks told them cheerfully, linking her hand with Remus's. It was a gesture no one missed, and Hermione grinned. Looks like another wedding might be up soon… She thought cheekily.

"We are going to follow you three, though separately and discreetly. Being in a large crowd attracts attention, and we don't want He-who-must-be-named to be alerted strongly. He probably already knows you will be going after him, and yet he might have dismissed you three as a minor threat, and not one to be too worried about. Tonks is going to have to report to her auror duty now and then though; we don't want to raise suspicions. Kingsley can't go with us; he has to protect the Muggle Prime Minister." Remus explained to them.

Mad-eyed Moody surveyed them with his roving electric-blue eye silently, and nodded.

"Alright, are we going to stand here yakking all day, or are we going to finally get going?"

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A/N: Second chapter up! Do review!