Hey everyone! I have the next installment of the Power Unknown. I hope you enjoy it, I enjoyed writing it. I'll try to have another chapter by New Year's Eve or New Year's Day. Please REVIEW when you are done, I love hearing from my readers. I solemnly swear I'm up to no good!
-Harry's Half Brother

Chapter Three: The Wedding

June 16th, 1997, 9:00 AM

Harry awoke the morning of the wedding and looked over at the picture on his desk, but strangely he didn't get the feelings he had earlier. He shrugged it off and went to take a shower before he left. Ginny kept invading his head every time he let his guard down. Harry shook it off and got dressed. He ran his hands through his unruly hair to try and tame it, but to no avail.

He walked down the stairs, with his belongings, into the living room and the stares of the Dursleys.

"Why are you so dressed up, Potter?" Dudley asked.

"Because I'm going out little Duddikins," he teased.

"What to go hang out with those freaks of yours?" Vernon piped up from the corner.

Harry moved swiftly and pinned him into the wall extracting one of his daggers and pressing it to his fat neck. "I don't need to be of age to use one of these," he threatened.

Vernon blinked a few times, "Fine! Be gone, but don't bother coming back!"

Harry sheathed the dagger and turned around. He headed to the door and opened it. He turned back to say his final good bye, but started laughing when he saw the wet spot on Uncle Vernon's trousers. "I probably should thank you," he said laughing, "but I don't know what to thank you for," he said still chuckling. He caught his breath and stood up straight. "Thanks for nothing ass hole," he said as he shut the door behind him.

Harry called for the Knight Bus and it appeared within seconds. "The Burrow, Stan." Harry moved to the back of the bus again and sat down. When the bus started to move, he changed into something more comfortable. He knew it was going to be a long ride.

It was a three-hour trip to the Burrow with all of the other stops, and when Harry arrived no one else was on the bus and the Burrow had expanded to accommodate the wedding. He slowly got out of the bus and as soon as he dropped his bags a mess of auburn attacked him.

"Hey, 'Mione!" he said hugging one of his best friends.

Ginny's Room

Ginny was making sure everything was ready for the night of festivities when she heard the bus outside. That can only be Harry! She ran to the window and looked out. She saw Hermione in Harry's arms and felt her blood boiling. She ran down the stairs and outside.

Outside

Harry was talking with Hermione when Ginny came outside. She ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck pressing her lips up against his. Harry's body locked up and he lips pursed. When Ginny finally broke apart, Harry wiped his mouth and coughed a little. The youngest Weasley was taken back by his reaction and ran back into the house on the verge of tears.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" Harry asked dumbfounded.

"I thought you liked Ginny?"

"Yea, I did… but while I was away it seemed to sputter into nothingness." Harry didn't really want to tell her about who else he was thinking about earlier. Although at the moment he didn't feel it, he couldn't deny that it was there. Harry draped his arm over Hermione's shoulder as they walked into the Burrow.

Harry saw Fleur in the living room with Bill and he was walking over to congratulate them when Mrs. Weasley engulfed him. "HARRY!"

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley," he choked out. "Can't breathe," he said pointing to his neck.

"Mum, let him go before you kill him. He does have to kill Voldemort," Bill said quite bravely.

Mrs. Weasley came to her senses. "Oh, sorry dear," she said as she hurried off.

Harry checked himself to make sure he was still in one piece before continuing towards Bill, extending his hand. "Congratulations, Bill."

Bill took his hand heartily. "Good to see you, Harry."

"It iz good to zee you," Fleur commented from Bill's shoulder.

"You too Fleur."

"Oh, 'Arry, it zeems zat Gabrielle will be joining you at 'Ogwarts, could you pleaz look avter 'er for me?" she asked.

"Sure, Fleur." Harry would've chatted longer had Hermione not grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room so he could see Ron.

"Bill, I zensed, something weird about 'Arry vhile he vas here,"

"Huh? Like what?"

"'E had a strong dose of Amortentia in 'is system. I could tell because of my veela powers… he's fighting it off too… I've never seen that done before… I think I know who it is," she drawled.

"Who?"

Ron's Room

"Hey, Harry!" Ron said as he took him in a companionable hug. "How've you been?"

"Just grand… the Dursleys didn't bother me much. I made Vernon wet himself when I left though…" he said thinking back on his final hour at #4 Privet Drive. "Of course… he told me to never come back, so I won't," he said in finality.

"YOU WHAT!" Hermione yelled from Harry's bed while Ron was on the ground rolling with laughter. "You can't do that, Harry! You have to go back!"

"And why is that?" he asked staring her straight in the eye.

"Because you have protection there!"

"I can take care of myself just fine." Harry pushed back the cloak he was wearing to reveal the sword. He drew it and watched as it expanded to its full size. "I found it in my parents vault, it had three or more too…"

Hermione knew what it was right when it started to grow. "Those are not ordinary weapons, Harry. They are the most powerful type of weapon known to the wizarding world. Each blade has materials that are inside a wand, it allows someone to cast magic as well as fight with them. They are very rare…"

Harry bent down and showed the dagger hilts. "These appeared on my feet when I picked up the sword."

Yet again, Hermione knew the answer. "Each one of those rapiers affects the person who carries it. The person who first claims it can only use it. It usually has other blades that are connected straight to it… that's why those boots appeared on your feet… each grouping is unique and is special for the person who carries it…"

Harry had an idea and quickly reached into his pouch. He wanted to see if he could get items out with the bag too. He drew out two more the blades from the pouch as the bag expanded. He tossed one to Hermione and one to Ron.

"What are these?" Hermione asked with a stunned look on her face.

"They're yours, they'll help keep you guys safe."

Ron experimentally drew the blade and found that it expanded into a two handed sword with a long hilt. As Hermione had told them, a sheath appeared across his back and two short swords appeared at his waist. "Wicked…" was the only thing to come out of Ron's mouth for a good five minutes as he inspected the blades.

The knife thrown to Hermione was quite different. Hermione experimentally drew the sword. It was most likely the most distinctive weapon of the three. Hermione held it in her hands and looked at Ron's sword. Suddenly hers changed. "Mine seems to be able to transfigure…" she stated frankly.

"Well that's a cool trick," Harry admitted but paused when he saw what was at her waist. "What is that?" he asked pointing to a loop that was now hanging form her waist.

Hermione inspected it and experimentally threw it. It flew past Harry cutting off a chunk of his hair, which would have been his head had he not moved, before shooting back to her hand. "What the bloody hell?" Harry asked making sure everything was still intact.

Ron started laughing in the corner as Hermione ran up to Harry to make sure he was okay. "I'm so sorry, Harry!" she said as she repaired the damage she had done. Harry felt his head and could feel the tuft back to its former glory.

"Those things are dangerous…" Harry sighed. "You are not using those with me in the room," he joked. "I like my hair…" he said patting it down.

Weasley House, 6:30 PM

It finally came time for Harry and Ron to get ready for the wedding. Of course the girls took ten times longer to get ready, so they had been in Ginny's room for the last two hours. The duo moseyed down the stairs and sat down in the living room for a game of wizard's chess.

"I am going to beat you sooner or later, Ron."

"If you ever beat me, I will kiss Loony Luna Lovegood…" Ron said dismissing any fear that Harry would in fact beat him.

"Is that so?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow.

This was Harry's lucky game; he matched each move of Ron with his own of equal magnitude. They were still in the thick of battle when Hermione and came down, with Ginny on her tail.

"Whoa, Harry! That looks amazing," Hermione admired from the side.

Harry cocked his head to the side to face Hermione and his eyes grew large as he scanned her body. She was in a tight gold dress that hugged her in the right places and her hair was in light curls, gently brushing her back. Harry lost his ability to talk as he returned to the game.

Not wanting to be shown up, Ginny sat down on his lap. Harry looked around frantically, trying to figure out why Ginny had picked his lap instead of the chair across from him. "You know there is an open chair next to Ron," he said trying to get her figure off of him. Ginny harrumphed and went to the chair next to Ron, while Hermione pulled a chair next to Harry.

Harry was about to make his next move when Mrs. Weasley barged in. "What are you four doing! The wedding is about to start!"

"But we're almost done, mum," Ron said still concentrating on the game.

"The game will have to on pause, get your asses outside!" she yelled.

That was the cue for Harry and Ron to stop playing before curses were shot every which way. They left the table and headed out to the garden where everything was set up.

Ginny and Ron took their spots on the altar waiting for Bill and Fleur. Bill joined them shortly and shook Ron and Harry's hand as he passed. Hermione filed into a pew in the front row, followed by Harry.

"I'm so excited," Hermione whispered to Harry.

"What for?" Harry asked confused.

"The wedding, it's just so beautiful."

"It isn't even your wedding," Harry said laughing. He was going to say something witty, but was cut off as the procession hymn started and Fleur came down the aisle.

It amazed the entire Weasley family, and Harry for that matter, that Fleur still stayed with Bill after the attack at the school a few months ago. She didn't seem like one of those girls who would stay by her man the entire way through. She gently surprised them, and they came to the consensus that she deserved to be with Bill.

Banquet

After the two-hour ceremony, it was finally time to celebrate the union of Bill and Fleur Weasley. The congregation filed into the now open yard where a DJ was just getting started and he called for the first dance of the bride and groom.

Ron had joined Harry and Hermione at their table and looked the happiest he had been in a long while. Hermione was leaning her head on Harry's shoulder, just watching the happy couple that was dancing in the center of the floor. Harry had started a quidditch conversation with Ron when the next song started to play.

"Dance with me, Harry," Hermione begged as she tugged at his hand.

Harry tried to get his hand back, but to no avail. He was pulled off of his feet and dragged onto the dance floor with Hermione.

Another slow song was put on as the DJ invited others to the dance floor. Harry placed his hand lightly on Hermione's hips, who surprisingly to Harry, moved in closer, throwing her arms loosely around his neck and resting her head on his chest.

This felt right to Harry, more right than Ginny. As he thought of Ginny, a pulse went through his system telling him to let go of Hermione and run to Ginny. Harry used sheer willpower to fight it off as he began to shake a little. He saw Hermione looking at him expectantly and Harry so wanted to kiss her, when another shock came through more powerful. Harry inched his head closer as the pulses got stronger and stronger. As he got closer, the pain became unbearable, but he still fought on. Hermione leaned in the rest of the way, finally capturing his lips with hers.

All of a sudden the pain subsided as Harry brought Hermione closer to him on the dance floor.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the dance floor, Ginny was dancing with Charlie. She saw Hermione kissing Harry and almost screamed. She broke away from Charlie and ran towards the dancing couple across the floor. How is that even possible? I did everything right!

Hermione broke the kiss and looked into Harry's eyes, blushing. Ginny appeared behind Harry with a glare on her face. "How could you kiss my boyfriend!" she yelled before slapping Hermione across the face.

Harry pushed Hermione behind him; he really didn't want to see a catfight. "Excuse me?" Harry asked as he raised an eyebrow. "I thought we ended this a month and a half ago, Ginny?"

"You said you'd come back for me!" Harry rolled his eyes.

"Ginny, I have a lot more on my plate right now than you could ever imagine. It is no business of yours what I do."

Ginny reached back and slapped Harry before running off.

"I guess I deserved that…" he said to himself as he turned to face Hermione. Hermione jumped onto Harry as he faced her, making their lips meet again. Harry's body felt light to him, as if something had been lifted off of him. He picked Hermione up and spun her around as he heard applause in the background.

Harry set her down and looked around to see the whole party clapping. They both blushed as Ron came up and patted Harry on the back. "I've been waiting six years to see that, mate…" Ron said with a large grin.

Harry smiled at him. Soon after Ron approached, the rest of the Weasley clan came to them congratulating them saying that they knew it was going to happen sooner or later. All except Ginny of course, who was furiously throwing things around her room at the moment.

Ron was about to walk away when Harry grabbed his shoulder. "After all of this, I will beat you in chess. So you better start puckering those lips," he said smirking.

(A/N) I know that the effects of amortentia aren't all in here. I added another symptom of it, so don't bite my head off saying That's not what amortentia does. The swords are also an interesting aspect of the story. You will understand the significance later! I solemnly swear I'm up to no good!
-Harry's Half Brother