Note: Well, this has been a bit long in coming. I'm so sorry about the delay, but I had no idea that this year would be so crazy. I'll try to update faster in the future, and my high school volleyball season is ending soon, so I should be able to do that. I hope.

Kates Master: Hope you haven't killed yourself yet, or sank into depression. I need you to review this one! I play volleyball at my high school, and we have practice every day for two and a half hours. This is our last week, though, so that shouldn't be a problem anymore. I am going to do Junior Olympic volleyball this Winter, though, so please don't rend me limb for limb, even if you hate this chapter, for I would then have very little playing time. I hope you enjoy it!

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Wolf's scream: Having no wedding experience myself, I pulled Ron's feelings from my brother at his wedding. On the video, his knee-trembling is visible. His groomsmen weren't nearly as mean as Fred and George, but he was still pretty shaken. Plus, I've always seen Ron as kind of insecure coughyuleballcough so I thought I'd go that way. Thank you so much for all your reviewing, you have been such a help.

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Note (yes, again): This chapter is basically the wedding from Harry's point of view, just to make sure no one's confused.

Disclaimer: I think if you read this you should be able to tell that there is no way I could have created any part of the Harry Potter Universe.

And now, Chapter 9 (finally)…

Harry nervously appraised his reflection. His eyes lingered on the brown suit he was wearing. He had bought it the previous day, as Remus's letter had included a note that had said that Muggle dress would be expected at the wedding because many of the Granger family friends would be in attendance, and they were completely unaware of Hermione's special powers.

The clock read 9:17, and Harry tried futilely to make his hair lie flat. Becoming impatient when it wouldn't obey, he angrily jabbed at it with his wand. After magically extinguishing the flames, he shook his head and sighed, realizing that it would behave no more for this occasion than it had for any other.

Taking one last critical look at himself, he turned and retreated out of his door, prepared to rejoin the world he hadn't occupied for many long years.

Checking the address again, Harry looked up at the house before him, 11 Basing Street. He looked at the house next to it, 13 Basing Street. His eyes widened. He lost the house. This was not good. Hearing the vague sounds of chatter and laughter behind him, he turned. A nice house stood before him, not overly large but by no means small. Made of red brick, the windows glinted happily at him, and a chimney proudly stood, cheerfully smoking. 12 Basing Street.

Harry checked his watch. 9:53. Thinking about this, he supposed that this was a good thing. No one could look too closely at him with only seven minutes left until show time. He chuckled softly as he thought that no matter how well Hermione had planned it, all would be chaos with less than ten minutes to go.

Standing in front of the door, arm raised to knock, Harry froze. What if Ron or Hermione answered? Reasoning that there was no way the bride or groom would answer the door, he took a breath and prepared to knock again. He froze once more. There were so many other people that could answer the door. Fred. George. He closed his eyes as he thought of her. If any of them answered the door, he didn't know what he would do. He was still contemplating his course of action when the door swung open.

"Oh, my, I am so sorry," Fleur exclaimed, her accent still apparent. "I didn't know zere was anyone out 'ere." She gave him a small smile and said, "well, come and take your seat, it will be starting soon." Her blue eyes misted up a bit. "Zey are so 'appy. Zey will 'ave a good life. Bill would 'ave been so 'appy."

Head bowed, Harry glanced at her from the corner of his eye. He shifted uneasily. The movement startled Fleur out of her wistful reverie.

"I apologize. Zis is silly. Come, enter," she commanded, regaining the imperiousness Harry knew well. He shook his head mutely, hoping that Fleur would turn and forget about him. With his luck, he should have known better.

"Are you with ze bride or ze groom?" she asked, her interest in this mysterious stranger apparent.

"Er," Harry began. Fleur's head turned sharply to look at him. Lowering his voice a bit, he managed to grunt, "the bride." He figured there was less of a chance of anybody recognizing him if he sat with a bunch of Muggles. Fleur's eyes narrowed suspiciously. She knew that voice.

"'Ave I met you before?" she inquired challengingly. Harry shrugged his shoulders, and then realized that refusing to speak was probably not the way to lessen her interest.

"No, I don't think so," he said quickly, lowering his voice still further. Fleur didn't look convinced. He chanced a glance upward to see if she would be content with that for a while. Her eyes met his and widened. She let out a small gasp.

"Are you certain? You look vairy much like someone I knew once." He could feel her eyes studying the top of his head.

Rubbing his neck nervously, he responded, "I would have remembered you, I'm sure."

Satisfied with flattery as she never would have been otherwise, Fleur nodded approvingly and led him to the bride's section.

He took a seat in the back and rested his head in his hands. This was going to be a long day.

Rubbing his temples, he checked his watch. 10:00. Music started playing, and Harry looked up. Inhale, exhale. He tried to convince himself he was ready for this.

Looking towards the altar, Harry felt his stomach jolt. Walking towards it, slowly but surely, was his best friend, Ron Weasley. He was taller than he was when Harry left, which was a bit unfair. Harry hadn't grown at all. Ron's hair was a great deal neater than it had been before, but Harry thought that was probably Molly's doing. He still had an air of mischievousness about him, though that was somewhat diminished by his ghost-white face. The twins entered behind him, sporting identical evil grins. Harry smiled.

Percy entered a bit behind them, looking gallingly bored with the proceedings. His maddening expression was wiped off his face when his glasses mysteriously floated upwards and started hitting him upon the head. He shot a venomous glare at Fred and George, which only seemed to amuse them further. Spluttering angrily, he grabbed his glasses and made several valiant, though vain, attempts to force them to stay on his face. Suddenly they rapped Fred and George in the face and settled back comfortably on Percy's face. Remus gave a satisfied smile and walked back to his seat.

Two men Harry didn't know joined the group at the altar, and one stared suspiciously at Percy's glasses. Fred and George exchanged glances that clearly said, 'oops, a Muggle.' Harry shook his head.

The music changed and he spotted a pretty blonde walking down the aisle. The blue dress she was wearing was very flattering, and she looked very cheerful. Most of her smiles went to people on Hermione's side, and her hair, while pretty, was clearly not tamed by magic, so Harry assumed she was some Muggle friend of Hermione's.

Harry did a double take when the next woman started to walk down the aisle. He caught sight of her earrings and laughed out loud. He quieted after receiving an irritated glance from the woman next to him, but the amusement on his face didn't fade. Luna Lovegood. He would never have guessed Luna to be a member of Hermione's bridal party, as they had never got on particularly well. The laughter in his eyes faded as he realized that their relationship must have blossomed after he left. Another thing he had missed. He shook his head and turned his attention to the next woman.

The plain brunette walking down the aisle looked vaguely familiar. Harry frowned slightly, knowing that he knew her but not knowing from where. She raised an eyebrow at someone seated and it came to him: she had been in the Order. He had been very busy and had never had time to really meet her, so he excused himself for not recalling her name. But he felt like there was somewhere else he knew her from.

He dismissed these thoughts when he caught sight of Fleur gracefully making her way down the aisle. She looked beautiful in the blue dress that made her hair more blonde and her eyes bluer. She was still dizzyingly attractive, but she didn't seem nearly as happy as she had once been. He remembered her wedding, and his eyes burned slightly as he remembered Bill's death. Resolving to think about something else, he turned to see the maid-of-honor coming down the aisle.

He barely noticed his heart drop out of his chest. Ginny looked absolutely radiant in a green dress that accentuated all her assets. She was even more beautiful than he recalled. His heart burned as he remembered the pain he had gone through before he had been able to leave. The pain that had been caused mostly by the torture he faced by leaving her, his one time fiancée. Harry was only able to tear his eyes away from her when everyone rose to honor the bride as she walked down the aisle.

Once again, Harry looked on in sadness. Upon Hermione's first appearance, he felt a jolt in his stomach that he was becoming accustomed to. It was the jolt that came with the realization that he had missed so much. Hermione had grown into a beautiful woman. Her teeth were perfectly straight, her hair seemed to have finally been tamed, and there was a joy in her eyes that rendered everyone else dull in comparison.

Harry watched her walk to the altar, where is attention waned in favor of a certain redhead. All through the service he never looked away from her, though she was standing close enough to the bride that it looked like he was watching the service.

He marveled at her hair, which seemed to shine, and her brown eyes, full of laughter, enchanted him. She exuded an air of happiness and confidence, just as she always had. Harry missed the feelings she provoked in him.

The ceremony was short and simple, mainly because having a long one would have bored Fred and George, and no one wanted to do that. As it was, they had gotten sufficiently bored that they took great enjoyment in making faces at a scandalized Henry.

When the bride had been kissed, and the couple blessed, the congregation began to rise. Many went to congratulate members of the wedding party, and many others were chatting with their friends. Harry sat for a minute and scanned the crowd for faces he recognized. He smiled when he spotted many of his old friends from school and the Order milling about, talking and laughing. One of the groomsmen that Harry hadn't recognized turned and chuckled, and he recognized the face of Dean Thomas.

Deep in thought, Harry stood and turned to leave. He was halfway across the yard when a hand rested on his shoulder and stopped him. He wheeled around to find the smiling face of Remus Lupin watching him.

"A wonderful ceremony, wasn't it?" Remus asked genially.

Harry watched him warily, as though he thought Remus might suddenly begin to run around the yard screaming, "Harry Potter's here!"

Noticing Harry's discomfort, Remus gave him a small smile. "I'm glad you came, Harry," he said quietly.

Harry met Remus's eyes and nodded.

Remus gave him another smile, squeezed his shoulder, and went to speak with some other people.

Harry found himself unable to continue out the door. Instead, he stood in a corner of the yard and observed all the people milling about. He felt a pang of jealousy looking at the people speaking to the newly married couple, offering their congratulations or just talking. I'm their best friend, he thought, feeling a rush of anger, I should be talking to them!

But as quickly as it had come, the anger faded away. For Harry found himself staring across the yard into the beautiful brown eyes of a red-haired girl in a green dress.

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